AyRa SS: Tear Me Apart! Part 2 updated

The New Humaira

"Humaira, have you gotten the decorations ready and the stage set for the couple, please say you have, because I don't want to have to deal with that un-permissive, disciplinary b*, I mean women", Humaira's co-worker/ friend rabbled on, she put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Relax Aisha, everything is perfectly set up, todays wedding will be one of the most talked about wedding of this town" Humaira picked up the last piece of decoration left and placed it on the table. She has worked too hard on this and was not going to let even a tiny detail mess up her chances to work for Wedding Bells, - we make the best out of you perfect moment, they have been in wedding planning business for nearly 10 years.

She spent the past 2 months preparing for this and finally the moment was here, which was going to decide her future, a future that she wouldn't even have considered, if she hadn't left Bhopal out of misery.

"Today is the final test Ms. Humaira Siddiqui, It seems like you have put quite an effort organizing this" Humaira turned around to see Mrs. Geena Hans the unpermissive women and the owner of Wedding Bells. She was women with her own mind and lack of respect and sympathy for girls who had no confidence. Humaira smiled at her, but as usual she gave a stern look.

"I haven't appointed you yet, so don't smile, be here at the wedding venue sharp at 5:00pm, your final verdict will be given once the wedding is over".

"I promise you Geena, you won't be regret giving me this chance!". Humaira said as Geena walked away.

"Why do you even put up with her, she has not even hired you, I am telling you are far better off not getting the job, she is a unpleasant person to work for, I only deal with her, because of the stupid contract I signed". Aisha whispered checking things off her list.

"I can't, she is first person who looked past my innocent homely girl attitude and gave me this opportunity, anyways you can handle the rest I will meet you in the evening". I handed her the folder, picked up my purse and walked out into the winter of London. I felt myself relax as the cool air breezed on my face, through my hair. Who would have thought, that a shy, protected girl like Humaira Siddiqui would be here in London all alone. Of course it had taken intensive crying and drama to convince Ammi to let me go, but it was worth it.

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It was almost 3:00 pm when she reached her home, a cozy little apartment in the building that provided the perfect view of the waterfront and the London Eye. At night it was the most beautiful view, with all the bright colored lights. She quickly dumped my purse and coat on the chair and went in for a quick hot shower.

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"I need your help" I whined half an hour later on the phone with Aisha. "what happened?" She asked.

"I have no formal party dresses to wear, I cannot go there in jeans and if Geena sees me in Salwar Suit, I had rather write my own termination letter at least it will have less insolent tone" Humaira wailed.

"relax Humzie, don't worry, I have plenty of Saaris you can choose from, thanks to my mom owning a Fashion store, she always brings her new collection to me first, just come over and get ready over at my place, we will just carpool".

"you are a job-Saver, Aisha see you in a bit". She hung up the phone, quickly grabbed her things and stepped out the apartment.

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It was exactly five when Humaira and Aisha reached the wedding venue in their beautiful saaries. Humaira was wearing a coca-cola shade sari with light golden work look like a door, her silky strands of hair were pinned from the back and came down her left shoulder. She was looking stunning, wearing only long earing and couple of gold bracelets.

As expected Geena was already there conversing with guests, using her elegance to obtain more clients for her business. "I see you too have arrived on time, looking acceptable, this is a good start Humaira". Humaira smiled gracefully, this was good receiving even a basic compliment from Geena Hans was a step toward success.

"As decided you two will have to make sure that no guests have complaints and everything is going perfectly, the catering service, DJ and everything else". Saying that she walked away her high heels clanking.

"Seriously that woman needs to just relax, she already has the most popular wedding organizer business, and her wait lists expand to a year" Aisha snaps fixing her saree.

"It's understandable that she a little harsh, she has worked extremely hard to reach this status!" Humaira said looking around, the decorations looked perfect, and guests were enjoying the evening.

A group of excited girls walked past them rambling something about the groom arriving, obviously they were his sister-in-laws.

"Aisha, where are the scissors and the ribbon" Humaira shrieked realizing that they had forgotten to tie ribbon at the groom's entrance as part of the Indian wedding ritual.

"OH shoot, I cannot handle Ms. Stricthead's verbal insults, run". Aisha grabbed Humaira's hands and ran towards the group girls that were blocking the groom from entering asking for a huge amount of compensation.

Humaira felt her saari's pallu getting stick in one of her decorative pieces she tried to pull it out, but it was caught between the pieces.

"I am going to quickly set the ribbon" Aisha walked away, as Humaira kept tugging at the pallu.

"Here let me help you with that!" a deep husky voice said Humaira turned, to find a man bending to get her pallu out, his voice almost sounded familiar to her.

She turned towards the group of loud girls making sure Aisha had gotten the ribbon.

"Here", the husky voice sounded closer, Humaira quickly turned to face him, her expressions changed.

"Ayaan!" She whispered.

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The old Anguish

"Ayaan!" She whispered, he looked up equally shocked at seeing her here in London, dressed like this. He looked her down from head to toe, she looked extravagant in her saree, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her in saree before, but they were simpler, this one was beautiful, she was dressed like a model, wearing high heels, almost complimenting his height.

Humaira took the pallu, Ayaan was holding, her finger light brushing against his; it sent a tingling sensation down her back. They stared at each other, their eyes expressing the immense pain they have been in.

There were so many things Ayaan wanted to say to her, but no words came out, he was still recovering from the shock that his sweet innocent Humaira begum was here in London, why, how, was she here alone, or were all the Siddiqui members here as well?

"Humaira!" Ayaan finally gathered enough courage to say something. It felt so good hearing her name from his mouth; it had been eighth months since he had left her. Before he could say anything more, the groom's side guests entered the hall, coming in between Humaira and Ayaan.

Humaira stumbled back as more guests entered the venue; Humaira felt a hand pull her. "Thankfully, I handled the situation, I convinced the groom to not snitch about the little mistake" Aisha said, she tugged on Humaira's arm, "hey are you even listening?" Aisha asked. Humaira was too busy looking around the venue for Ayaan, but he seemed to have been lost in the crowd.

She felt a pinch on her arm, "Ouch" Humaira yelped, rubbing the spot that was stinging from pain. "What was that for?" She asked Aisha. "Hello, I have been rambling on and you are lost in your own world, are you okay, you seem a little out of place" Aisha replied. Humaira nodded.

"I am fine!"

"Okay than I am going to grab some appetizers, wanna join"? Aisha asked.

"No you go ahead; I will see you in a bit". Aisha left shrugging her shoulder. Humaira looked around the hall one more time, was Ayaan really here or was it figment of her imagination, no that couldn't be it she had touched his fingers, he was here, Ayaan was here in London!

Humaira dodged around the wedding hall, getting compliments from guests and the two families on her decorations and food menu, she thanked everyone. She was still recovering from the fact that she had met Ayaan a few moments ago, they men who had ruined her dreams not once, but twice and left her in misery for eight months. All these months she had been hoping to get a glimpse of him, to know that he was fine, and now when he was here she was hiding from him.

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On the other hand Ayaan was searching for Humaira, he had so many questions to ask her, and apologize for his actions. When the crowd had separated him, he had been grabbed by the groom, Vikram, who was also his colleague come friend.

"Hey Ayaan come here!" A middle aged man called him over. "Hi Uncle how have you been" Ayaan asked. "I am fine, how you have been, what you and Vikram did for the deal with Inti Elle Corporation was stupendous, here let me introduce you to my business friends". Mr. Aditya Segal put an arm around Ayaan's shoulder. "I am telling you, this boy has so much potential, he had started working without company six months ago and has brought us impressive amount of profits" Aditya told his friends, Ayaan greeted them.
"Uncle, I will see you later, I am looking for someone". Ayaan quickly said as he noticed Humaira see him, but quickly going in a different direction to avoid him.

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"Looking for someone?" Ayaan whispered, Humaira felt herself shiver, as she felt Ayaan breathing down her neck, she turned around almost bumping into him. She had been trying so hard to hide from him, but he was Ayaan and he knew her better than anyone.

Before she could say anything, Ayaan took a hold of her hand pulled her into a corner, away from the guests and the loud noise. Humaira tried to get out of his grip, but he cornered her to a wall, placing his arms on both side and blocking her way.

"Why are you avoiding me Humaira?" He asked, Humaira having no choice looked up at him, and all those memories came rushing back. Her crying, begging him to take her with him, the sleepless nights she had spent pinning for him.

"Ayaan please let me go" Humaira wanted to sound rigid, but it came out more in a broken tone. She looked away as tears started rolling down her eyes, Ayaan tried to wipe her tears with his thumb, but she moved.

"DON'T" she said raged. "Humaira please listen to me!". Ayaan requested.

"No Ayaan, you don't get to wipe my tears considering the fact that you are the reason for them!".

"I know Humaira, I want to apologize, for leaving you, I know what I put you through?"

"NO Ayaan you don't if you did, you would have come back for me!, What do you think Ayaan that you can come and go from my life at your convince" She snapped as more tears rolled down her eyes, anger taking over. She pushed him away. Ayaan moved towards her again, but they were interrupted by Aisha.

"Humaira!" Aisha looked worried; Humaira's eyes were red her mascara smudged and tears on her cheeks. She walked up to her placing a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay", When Humaira nodded Aisha took her hand and dragged her away, "Let's go Geena is looking for us". Ayaan watched Humaira leave, he knew he had hurt her but didn't know that his actions had a deeper impact, Humaira had become a new person, but she still loved him it was evident in her eyes.

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For the rest of the evening, Ayaan tried to look for Humaira, but she was nowhere in party, assuming that she had left. He had to figure out where she lived, he had asked around form guests and finally to Vikram and found that she was the wedding planar for Wedding Bells.

He realized that this Humaira was full of surprises she was working as a wedding planar in London, never in his dreams had he imagined his introverted reserved Humaira begum was capable of being independent; apparently her event management was finally being put to use.

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The confrontation with Ayaan hadn't gone to well, Aisha had placed Humaira in a room away from the crowd, and she assured her she will handle everything and call her out once the wedding was over.

Humaira sat there thinking about the past eight months, she had spent without Ayaan, how she was left broken. He didn't look back once, no phone calls, not even a message telling her where he was, how he was doing. She spent every day hoping that he will come back to her, but he didn't and now when he saw her today he wanted reconcile their love, was it even love?

The knock on the door brought Humaira out of her thoughts. Aisha peeked in, "Humaira, let's go the wedding is almost over the bride and groom were set to leave, everything is done.

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Humaira removed the last piece of decoration and placed in the big box, today had been a long day; she had found Ayaan and lost him too. She looked up as Geena walked up to her. "You succeeded, I am proud to tell you that you are officially hired as wedding Planar at Wedding Bells, here is your contract you can read it over and here is the next wedding you have to plan all the information about the client is in here, I suggest you review it tonight" Geena handed her the files and walked away.

Humaira looked at her contract document today was the day she was supposed to start the new phase in her life her career, but she was once again left feeling hopeless like that old Humaira.

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