Most of them were attired in yellow, and had to shout to be heard over the blaring music. Zoella, however, registered all of that as a faraway din. She barely noticed the colorful kites and everyone else, focusing only on the delicious-looking Fardeen. The music, shouting and laughter did not distract her from her goal one bit. Her concentration did not waver. Her eyes were firmly fixed on Fardeen. With bated breath, she waited for the miraculous moment when angels would trumpet their silver bugles, flowers would bloom in deserts and Fardeen Malik’s eyes would finally meet hers. The realization that the love of his life, Zoella Khan, though unsophisticated and from a modest background, had been right under his nose all this time would hit him like a bolt of lightning. Overcome with passion, he’d fall to his knees and declare, enraptured… “Bo Kaata!” Salaar’s yell invaded her ear-drums and Zoella’s imagination crash-landed back to reality, and back to the rooftop of Swaba’s family friend’s house in the old city.
