Noor Page #5

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Rahul... Noor...

Noor... Rahul...

I've heard so much about you.

All true, I swear.

Rahul's here from Boston.

Holiday?

University. Economics.

Harvard!

Harvard!

Meaning beauty and brains.'

Hashtag lifeset.'

I thought if not love,

at least I'll get some action.'

With Rahul I would feel like a Diva.'

And this high life,

I could get used to.'

No matter how hard I tried, but...'

it was hard to fit in

Rahul Parekh's life and Zara's jeans.'

Despite all of this,

marrying Rahul Parekh meant...'

Birkin around your arm,

coke up your nose...

and a 10 million

diamond around your finger.'

When you're getting all that...'

you can definitely

endure some discomfort'

Really?

She's gonna love you.

Dangling chandeliers from

my ears was unbearable...'

But I endured that as well.'

But tolerating his

mother... was impossible.'

So Mom, this is Noor.

The one I told you about.

She's a...

She's a... good friend of mine.

And we've been spending

a lot of time together.

What beautiful earrings.

Thank you, aunty...

She's a journalist,

that's why she was late.

She has a voice...

Yeah, of course.

I am sure she can speak for herself.

Of course.

So Noorie... you're a journalist.

Noor!

Which newspaper, Noor?

Actually, I am a broadcast journalist.

And which channel are you on?

Well it's Kind of like

a local human interest...

No, it's more like a news agency...

We collect news.

We generate and provide

content for other channels here.

Where did you study?

Mumbai.

Didn't your parents think about

sending you to a foreign university?

Well I was just four

when my mother passed away...

and, dad couldn't afford it, so...

Shekhar had a tendency

to consistently...

disrupting my barely

existent social life.'

But that day,

for the first time in my life...'

he called me at the right time.'

I am sorry, I've to take this.

Yeah, Shekhar.

Forget it, dude.

Rahul Parekh is a loser.

He doesn't deserve you.

And I say good riddance.

Am I ever going to find anyone, Saad.

Well, for now let's

go to the an gallery.

Mum is dying to see you.

Pseudo alert.

Why don't you give

this place a chance...

before you star-t judging it.

Want a drink?

Obviously.

Hi... two champagnes please.

Hi, Saad.

Hi, Maa.

How are you?

What?

What?

Hi!

Hi, how are you?

Saad didn't have

my drink in his hand...'

in fact,

it was his new arm-candy.'

Zarina.'

She looked like she

just jumped out of...

an Archie comic wearing

that A-line dress.'

Perfect waistline,

perfect hair, perfect lips.'

Little Miss Perfect.

It's...

You were supposed

to get a drink for me.

Hi, aunty...

Hi.

Did you want a drink?

About an hour ago...

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