Aayat looked at her painted hands and then at the plate of fragrant fried rice before her, her lips forming an adorable pout.
Unable to resist her friend's charm, Zinat chuckled softly and decided to play along. She picked up a spoonful of rice and gently held it to Aayat's lips. "Come on, Aayat, you can't let this beautiful henna go to waste," she teased, her eyes dancing with mirth.
Aayat, always one to enjoy the pampering she received from Zinat, obediently accepted the spoonful of rice, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You're spoiling me, Zinat," she playfully scolded, her cheeks adorned with a mischievous blush.
As Zinat fed her friend another spoonful of rice, they exchanged knowing glances while, across the room, Zubair watched the two friends with an adoring smile, marvelling at the beauty of their friendship. Zinat, his soon-to-be fiancée, radiated warmth and kindness, traits that had captured his heart from the very beginning.