lilmiss_anonymous

When Mareesha's fiancé's true colors come to light the night before the wedding, she bolts. Rather than wait and deal with the pressure of being the girl left at the altar she decides to go on a treasure hunt, to find her beloved departed grandmother's jennah (treasure). With her is the event planner Kabir, whose business hangs by the balance now that this wedding has been foiled. It took everything out of him to put his past away and start this event management company. He dreads having to go back to it if this company fails. What will the two end up finding? The treasure or something far more valuable?

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~Safar~

Her white shawl snagging and ripping, she moved through the crowd, her eyes fixed on Kabir's. She managed to finally slip out, stumbling and she stood by him, calling out to Iftikhar.

"Uncle he means no harm, trust me!"

Iftikhar turned to her, his face reading confusion. But he waved the assembled crowd around with a smile, announcing drinks and other distractions. The crowd unwillingly dissipated, Iftikhar was not be disobeyed.

"Now what is all this about?" He said, turning back and walking.

Shabnam pushed Kabir forward by the elbow, he shot her a look, what was that supposed to mean- he seemed to ask. Shabnam's eyes darted to Iftikhar wh had gotten a few steps ahead and then back to Kabir. His eyes widened in understanding.

"I Shabnam's wed- I mean event planner for the-" He mumbled.

"I already know all that. She has told me before. What is it that you are doing her?" Iftikhar asked, leisurely.

As much stress as this interview put on the Kabir and Shabnam, Iftikhar was browsing his party's menu, inspecting everything almost.

As he walked about, taking careful note of the flower arrangements and the colours of the table cloth, Kabir managed to tell him all- or almost all of the story. About the event management firm, about her fiancé leaving, and about how her family now may or may not think they eloped. He conveniently left out where he got the money for the firm from, the life he is running away from and steered clear for anything that may have been bubbling underneath the surface between him and Shabnam. All needless details he would think.

Iftikhar said nothing, he had taken a whole stroll of the buffet and had surveyed the reactions of his guests as they lined up for the dishes again by the time Kabir had finished up. Iftikhar's side conversations had brought about a significant amount of interruptions to Kabir's testament and now he watched as Iftikhar walked away, wondering what to do now.

After walking ahead a little, Iftikhar turned back, "Shabnam beti, does he get to stay or not?"

Shabnam rushed to his side, from her spot just behind Kabir, whose account she had been following faithfully. "Yes please, Uncle. Let me sort things through with him."

Iftikhar nodded, saying, "You heard her right? She explains, then you leave."

With that he was on his way, inspecting his gathering again.

Shabnam turned to look at Kabir, who looked nothing short of livid. His knuckles had turned white, and his jaw tensed as he looked at her. From his eyes that gazed pointedly at her, from beneath the furrowed eyebrows she knew- he blamed her for some or all part of this.

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