As Rahil stepped out to make a call, Danish made his way to the bar to grab a drink 🍷. That's when Mehwish appeared out of nowhere, her stunning blue dress 👗 turning heads.
"Can I ask for a favor?" Mehwish asked, her voice husky.
Danish's eyes narrowed, intrigued. "What kind of favor?"
Mehwish's smile was enigmatic. "Be my boyfriend."
Danish's jaw dropped. "What? Why?"
Mehwish's laughter was melodious. "Just for acting, it'll only take 5 minutes. I need to convince this guy, Rehan, that I have a boyfriend."
Danish's curiosity got the better of him. "Okay, fine. But just for 5 minutes."
As they pretended to be a couple, Rahil returned from his call and collided with Rania, causing her phone to shatter on the floor.
Rania's eyes blazed with anger. "Why do you always bump into me? Are you following me? You've even broken my phone!"
Rahil held up his hands in defense. "I wasn't following you, you bumped into me! Maybe you should ask yourself why you're always running into me."
Rania's retort was icy. "Talking to you is pointless." She stormed off, leaving Rahil staring after her.
"Rania, wait..." Rahil called out, but she was already gone.
As the night cast its dark shadows, Danish and Rahil cruised down the deserted road in their car. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional hoot of an owl 🦉.
Suddenly, they spotted two girls, Rania and Mehwish, stranded on the side of the road. Their car had broken down, and they looked worried.
Mehwish approached Danish's car, her phone dead 🔋. "Can I borrow your phone? Mine's out of battery."
Rania shook her head. "I don't have mine either. Some dog 🐕 ran after me and I dropped it."
Mehwish raised an eyebrow. "A dog? How could a dog break your phone?"
Danish, being the gentleman he was, offered to help. "Do you need some assistance? We can give you a ride."
Rania hesitated, but Mehwish convinced her to accept the offer. As they settled into the backseat, Rania's eyes widened in shock as she spotted Rahil sitting in the front seat 💺.
Rahil, too, looked surprised, and the tension in the air was palpable.
Mehwish asked Danish if she could borrow his phone to make a call. Rania explained how her phone had been destroyed by a mysterious dog 🐕.
Danish handed over his phone, and Rania made the call. As they approached the girls' destination, Mehwish thanked Danish for his help.
As they dropped off the girls, Danish turned to Rahil with a mischievous grin. "I think I'm falling for Mehwish."
Rahil raised an eyebrow. "Really? And what about Rania?"
Danish chuckled. "No way, she's not my type."
Rahil's eyes sparkled with amusement. "The dog she was talking about? I think that was you!" 🐕
Danish burst out laughing. "Drive the car, Rahil!"