Noor had showered, she was towel drying her wet hair on the balcony enjoying the night sky filling with stars when she heard a knock on the opened door. Turning around, she was slightly taken aback to see Naira.

Naira had stopped talking with them, she usually stayed silent for more than two weeks. Norah had asked Noor to leave Naira alone for some days so that she could collect herself and get to her senses. Hence Noor used to just smile whenever she was crossing Naira at home.

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However, looking at the wine bottle and two flutes in her hand, Noor wasn't sure why her heart was accelerating in fear. Anyway, she flashed a smile as she got inside the room, closing the door behind her. "Sister Naira."

Naira was in a nightdress, she got inside as asked, "Are you tired? I got your favorite wine." She pointed to the wine bottle in her hand.

It was indeed Noor's favorite choice of wine that had notes of cherry and berry fruits. Noor hadn't expected Naira to know her favorite as Naira always cared about herself more than anything. Despite being tired, Noor shook her head, "No, Sis. I will accompany you."

Naira left the bottle on the small round table that was between two cozy armchairs next to the bay window. Holding Noor's shoulder, she guided her towards the dressing table.

"Avoid washing hair if it's too late. The scalp will be weak if you sleep right after bath and it causes hair fall." Naira advised.

Noor tried to read if she was acting to get her work done, but she didn't feel Naira had any such plans. Even if it was acting, Noor would have still played by Naira's wishes anyway. "I will keep that in mind, Sis."

The next move of Naira left Noor frozen and inarticulate. Naira started blowing her hair. Noor numerous times took care of Naira but the other way around was too less.

Naira was quite professional and focused with whatever she was doing too. At the end of silent twenty minutes, Noor smiled at her bouncy, blow-dried hair. "Sis, you are better than a professional. My hair feels softer, shiny."

Norah had watched her daughters and the smile was protesting to leave her face. She exclaimed leaning on the door frame, "The sister's night!" Then she asked, pointing at the wine, "How about some snacks? Crunchy snacks will go well with this wine. I will get some for my darlings."

Before the girls could say no, Norah vanished from the door. Noor and Naira looked at each other and let out a peal of laughter. Their mother doesn't care about more work unless she could provide for them.

Both girls were on the balcony when Norah dropped a tray full of different snacks. "Make sure, you guys sleep inside. Don't catch a cold. Naira, you have a shoot tomorrow, don't get dark circles." Her fingers caressed her cheeks before she nodded at Noor.

Naira obediently responded, "Yes Mom. We won't stay awake for long."

That night, Noor had expected Naira to speak about Arsh or Morgans but their conversation purely stayed about each other's works and some little childhood stories that made them laugh.

Noor never hated Naira but this side made Naira more likable and easy to get along with. So she didn't probe about Arna or how she was coping up with it.

They weren't drunk when they came inside the room. Anyway, Naira shared the bed with Noor and went to a night of good sleep. Hoping everything goes well with Naira without losing her friends, Noor too drifted to sleep, feeling everything surreal.

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In the morning at Arna's design studio,

After breakfast, Arna quickly left the Morgan mansion to her studio cursing Ivan in mind for not dropping a single message to her. She wanted to call him but she also wanted him to reach her first. She decided to hunt him in the evening.

She entered the studio, it was a vast and simple theme to highlight the dresses. The entry had a reception desk where the receptionist wished Arna by her name.

The next section was the showroom to display her designs. The two ladies were focusing on rearranging the dresses and steaming them. A small door in the middle of the left wall connected to the fitting room.

Further going inside, the right side had three tables for work and desks for her manager and assistant. At the end of it was her open office room where she designs and handles everything.

Towards the left, the design lab for every type of handiwork and the mannequins. Behind it was a storage room with a connecting door.

Arna who was reaching the end of the studio could see the lawn behind the studio looked different through the glass frames of the door. They had a small kitchen and dining area attached to the lawn with a gym for her. Since the area wasn't in the main business area, her father had found the perfect place just as she liked.

She turned around to ask the salesgirls and caught them giggling. They stiffened when they noticed her eyes got back to work. Similarly, the receptionist who was peeking at her looked away and pretended to be busy with work.

Shrugging off, Arna thought to check out and went further inside. Her assistant and manager who always reached before her weren't there. She placed her bag on her desk before going towards the door.

As soon as she stood at the door, she realized the lawn was decorated. Excluding the small path, the rest of the area was sprinkled with the white rose petals on the green grass bed. There were artificial candle lights in glass holders and glass bottles that were holding orange flowers with tiny white buds and green leaves. They were artistically arranged in small groups on the complete lawn.

The trees had glass bottles hanging down the branches. Each of the bottles was holding her favorite orange and his favorite white flowers. Her eyes landed on the large square frame that was arranged in flowers. Next to it on the ground, there was a basket that had a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

She liked everything about the romantic decor and her heart was beating in excitement. It wasn't the first proposal she was getting, she had rejected each of them without a hint of emotion to it. Knowing it was Ivan who had arranged everything, Arna was exhilarated and also jittery. She felt like running away, also leaping around in excitement and when she saw Ivan anticipating her arrival eagerly, she just wanted to run into arms and say yes to everything he said.

She hadn't expected him to do so much, she just wanted him to speak to her. So his efforts obviously put her in the best mood possible.

Ivan was thinking why Arna hadn't reached yet and if she would like everything he had prepared for her. He saw the door open, as he had seen in numerous romantic movies, he had expected her to enjoy the view and walk up to him gracefully but… Arna ran over to him and leaped into his arms.

She yammered excitedly clinging on to him, "Yes, yes, yes, I will marry you."

Ivan: "..."

Her manager and assistant: "..."