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The loud music of Tareefan blasted through their ears which made all the youngsters present in that boring engagement party to giggle among themselves. All of the uncle and aunties' face were so worth watching. The old people were shaking their head in disbelief, whilst thinking; What type of song is that? They scoffed at the function hall beside theirs, which is also conducting some function. But the only problem was, they were too loud and annoying.

"At least these people know what fun is." One of the girl said to her cousin with a hidden smile. Everyone else except the youngsters were totally pissed. Which is understandable because the Baig family were known for their serious and no nonsense behavior.

"Arsalaan beta, go and ask those idiots to tone down the volume." Urwa Baig, a women in her mid sixty, has ordered her grandson having enough of that annoying songs.

Just then a guy in his mid twenty, came towards her with a frown. He was clad in a black and white suit; which fit perfectly on his broad and handsome figure. His beard was an added bonus which made him look sinfully hot and swoon worthy. Girls had faced a difficult time in keeping their gazes lower as he walked towards his grandmother. 

"Yes, Grandma?" he asked asked her again, in his husky voice as the first time wasn't clearly heard. Credits to that annoying Bollywood song which has now changed into; Aankh Maare. 

"Ask those people to tone it down. Look how disturbing it is." Urwa scowled and he nodded in response. With an inward sigh he walked out of their function hall. He could have arranged a closed off, air conditioned hall but the arrangements were done by the groom's family who preferred open hall, which irked him to a great extent. 

As he walked into the other side of the hall, the music became louder and louder. How is their ears still working? He wondered with a frown. His eyes fell on some crazy people who were dancing on the stage without any care in the world. 

"Who should I talk with?" Arsalaan looked around hoping to find some sane person, as far as his eyes could go there were only crazy people visible to him. Not knowing what to do, he walked towards the stage and at once he froze. 

She was clad in a gorgeous yet simple lehenga, looking so ethereal that it took his breath away. Arsalaan stopped paying attention to girls after his college days. His life has been too busy to think about him, but looking at the beauty in front of him made him think otherwise. 

A frown appears on his face, as he watched that girl being dragged into the center of the stage by her friends or cousins he had no idea but the sight of seeing her uncomfortable like that made him feel uncomfortable. He marched more closer and stopped midway as he saw her standing like a fool whilst everyone around her danced. 

One moment they were all dancing and the next it was some group formation or some shit like that which caused her to tremble on her steps, she had no idea why her cousins thought it'd be fun to drag her there when she knew nothing about dance. And the next moment she was pushed off the stage, unintentionally. She closed her eyes in fear but not feeling any pain on her back, the girl opened her eyes at once, only to meet the most gorgeous and handsome face she has ever seen. 

Arsalaan held her petite figure securely in his arms as he stared into her honey brown eyes, he could just stare at them forever and ever. It was that beautiful, and the kohl and eyeliner added more to its beauty. 

The world seemed to freeze for the both of them as they stared at each other's eyes, getting lost into an oblivion world; where there was only just them, staring into each other's eyes. She fit too well in his arms that it was so freaking unbelievable. It was as though his arms were made specially for her to hold onto. 

The girl blinked her eyes, not once but twice and her eyes widened in realization as she pulled apart from him. He immediately missed her soft body. Damn, whatever happened to old Arsalaan. 

"T-thanks." she stuttered shyly, whilst lowering her gaze and he was a goner already. Everything about her was so enchanting and attractive. 

"Are you okay?" what came over him to ask that question he had no idea. Arsalaan never bothered about someone else's well being other than his sister's and his behavior today has confused himself the most. 

"I-I'm fi-nee." the girl replied shyly, her cheeks turned red in shyness. That guy was too handsome and intimidating and yet he was soft to her. It did something to her crazy heart which she couldn't describe in words. 

"Excuse me? Who are you, bro?" he felt a tap on his shoulder and his frown reappears as he turned to face that person. A guy of his age stood in front him with a confused face. Confused as to what he, a stranger was doing in their family function. 

The dance continued nevertheless so was the loud music. These people were definitely carzy, Arsalaan thought with a frown.

"I came from that function hall." pointing to the one beside theirs, Arsalaan continued, "and you guys are too loud and annoying. Please tone it down." 

The guy flushed red and nodded his head with embarrassment. He already told his cousins to behave but will they ever listen to him? Nah and look what happened now. He thought with a groan and asked the DJ to lower the volume of music.