Deeba parked beside a dhaba. Though she trusted Osman she still chose a public place for her safety.

Awad and Osman stopped on the right side of her car and stepped out.

Osman held the falcon as gentle as he could. Once again he took his painting brush out.

"C'mon Buddy hop on" He says and falcon did.

"Can I" Deeba asks before holding the paint brush.

She touched it and it doesn't seem to be repulsive. Maybe it was a bit scared. So she caressed it. 'Time to go' she whispered.

"Shall we?" She asked Osman.

Osman wondered what made this talkative person say just two word sentences now.

He held the other end of the paint brush.

"Big Buddy, are you ready?" His voice was filled with excitement.

Together they were lifting it up in the air.

"Here. We. Go." Deeba says exactly the same way Osman said previously.

The falcon made it's wings ready for flight. As they released it, the falcon flew gracefully over the fields.

All of them looked at the beautiful view.

Deeba eyes were sparkling with delight,

"Look at that. I wish I had a camera to capture the moment. This will be one of my best memories. And you know what, I would have kept it as my pet if it wasn't a wild bird. Never thought you'd come and I almost let the doctor do this part. Thanks you"

She stopped talking atlast, when the falcon was out of their sight.

Osman nodded at each of her statement.

"And thank you too" Deeba looked at Awad who stood their smirking. He was thinking about the bet.

"No, don't thank me. I just tagged along."

Thunder striked in the sky. It was cloudy indicating rain.

"I think we must leave now, it may rain."

Deeba looked at Osman.

Osman gazed back at Deeba.

🎶Teri ankhiya vekh ke chand sharma ne

Taare vi dekh ke lukk chhup jaane

Ankhiya teri mere dil pe vaar kare

Teri yeh ada Janiye,

Tujhe na pata Janiye... 🎶

Awad could see the connection between the two.

After a moment of gazing Deeba spoke "Yea, we must leave now" her voice was heavy.

She sat in the car. Osman did the same. They drove away. Maybe this is it. Maybe they'll never see eachother again.

Awad saw Osman's disheartened face and said "Bhai, theek ho na?"

"Haan, Mai to usey pasand bhi nai karta tha. Ye toh expected tha isliye I didn't get my hopes up in the first place."

"Chalo, movie chalte hain"

"Nahi yaar, mai toh bas ghar jaunga aur sojaunga."

"Haan beta, jitna sona hai abhi soja. Kal subah 6am se to gym aana hai." Awad chuckled and made Osman smile a little.

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Deeba felt the view getting blur. No, it wasn't raining, instead a tear was ready to roll out of her brown eyes.

'Guys like Osman do exist. He didn't even ask my number. He was there only for a kind act and nothing more. How can anyone be so selfless.'

She wiped her eyes whispering a prayer "Oh God, you know what's good for me and you know what's bad for me. If he is the right person then please ordain him for me."

That's when it started to rain drizzly.

For the next few weeks Deeba just focused on her work. She made the same little prayer every time

Osman crosses her mind.

Whenever a guy moves his hand forwards for a handshake, she was reminded of Osman and she did what

Osman did, bows her head a little with her hand closer to her body displaying respect.

Whenever someone passes a snide comment, instead of getting furious she brought the thoughts of Osman and that made her calm quite quickly. 

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Osman hit the gym and it's been weeks now he has been trying to drop his weight.

He was having a hard time after changing his eating habits. Mr. Zafar seems to notice that and stopped taunting him ever since.

There was magical improvement in his paintings. He reflected the compassion of his heart in everything he did.

He wasn't even aware of the condition of his heart. He brushed off all the thoughts of Deeba long ago.

Then the day came when his phone rung showing an unknown number.

His heart dropped a beat on hearing a voice that he recognized immediately.

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Deeba woke up one day, her temperature was rising above 101. She was sick, she went to her mother to lay on her lap until she felt a little better.

Her mother called her cousin, who was a doctor and noted the name of tablet she's suppose to take. Made the soup instantly.

Deeba sat on the table, drank the soup, had the tablet and went back to her room to call her manager for a sick leave.

She lied on her bed, picking up her phone she went to the contact list on her phone. Instead of dialing Mr. Om Prakash, she hit the name... Mr. Osman.

"Hello Sir, it's Deeba. Sorry I can't make it today. I have temperature."

"Deeba Muneer, is that you?"

"Uh, yes".

She doubled checked her phone and that's when she realized it was Osman on the other end.