Time skips.
Everyone is checking their dance partners’ list.
Faiza: Great. Just great.
Bushra: Dii?
Faiza: Kya hai?
Yusuf steps in between them, calm but sharp.
Yusuf: Aap Bushra pe kyu gussa nikal rahi hain?
Faiza: Maine usse kuch kaha? Main toh bas usse puch rahi hoon kya hua.
Amaan: Relax, guys.
Faiza folds her arms, frustrated:
Mujhe participate hi nahi karna chahiye tha.
Yusuf raises an eyebrow.
Yusuf: Toh phir kiya kyun?
Faiza shoots him a glare.
Faiza: Agar pata hota ki aap mere partner ho toh karti hi nahi.
Yusuf laughs under his breath not mocking, but like he knows something she doesn’t.
Yusuf: Haan toh mujhe konsa aapke saath dance karna hai.
Bushra and Amaan look at each other both caught the strange tension.
Faiza: Main professor se baat karne jaa rahi hoon.
Bushra quickly stops her:
Bushra: Dii ab kuch nahi ho sakta.
Amaan nods:
Amaan: Haan list aa chuki hai.
Yusuf, still smiling slightly too calm for someone being argued with:
Yusuf: Dekhiye, ab toh aapko karna hi padega.
Faiza glares and storms out of the room.
Amaan watches Yusuf carefully.
Amaan (whispers to Bushra): Bhai gussa nahi ho raha… smile kar raha hai.
Bushra: That’s… dangerous.
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