Maybe Someday

Your Hand in Mine

Mild, Gullible and pleasant teen Kyara, the fashion geek had been living a life which every girl would dream about. Her enthralling designer dresses, whose length never reaching below her knees were bought from the fashion streets of the vogue capitals. Calling herself a definition of flawlessness, she thought that God had spent an extra time in designing her. Rehaam Alhamd was born with all the bravura elements spoons. Living the high status life of twenty two years, he had all the traits of a business person; he was bossy, elegant, along with having captivating looks. His love life consisting of Maisha went smoothly until he saw her cousin, Kyara who made him go gaga for herself. Acutely entangled in an intense and passionate love affair, Rehaam and Kyara, for a while forgot the pungent realities. Seeing your love, love someone else, made her realise that whom she had chosen had reversibly chosen the one who had chosen many before choosing him! Baffled by the incongruity which had changed her short skirts into dresses not even showing her hair, atheism into piousness, and perfection into flaw, she had devoted her life and after to him. Though that love was distinctly divine, they had no thought of their end as Rehaam and Kyara could never be named together!