An Unexpected Lift | Huma Qureshi and A Girl (Part-1)

Huma Qureshi's Lift and Carry Moment

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, dialogues, and interactions depicted are purely imaginative and do not represent real-life incidents or the actual personalities of the individuals mentioned. The story is meant to celebrate fun, body positivity, and playful interactions without any intent to offend. All characters are portrayed with respect, and any resemblance to real-life situations is purely coincidental.

The hotel lounge exuded quiet luxury, bathed in the dim glow of golden lamps. The smooth hum of soft jazz filled the air, mingling with the occasional clink of glasses and murmured conversations. A few scattered guests occupied the space, but it still felt peaceful—like a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

Huma Qureshi let out a slow breath, swirling the deep red wine in her glass. It had been a long day—endless photoshoots, business meetings, and smiling for cameras until her cheeks ached. But now, in this secluded lounge, she could finally unwind.

Across the bar, a woman sat alone, her tall, striking frame radiating effortless confidence. Golden-blonde hair was tied into a casual messy bun, and she nursed a glass of whiskey with a practiced ease. Something about her was intriguing—maybe the way she carried herself, completely at ease in her own space.

Their eyes met.

Unlike most people who recognized her, this woman didn’t look away or offer an eager greeting. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying her with quiet amusement.

“Rough day?” The woman’s voice carried a European accent—smooth, lilting.

Huma smirked, amused. “Something like that.”

The woman gave a knowing nod. “You have that look—the one people wear when they want to be alone but wouldn’t mind good company.”

Huma chuckled. “And you? What kind of look do you have?”

The woman leaned against the bar, lips curling into a smirk. “The kind that says I wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with someone interesting.”

Now that was interesting. Huma wasn’t used to people speaking to her like this—like she was just another traveler in a hotel lounge, not a Bollywood star.

She gestured to the seat beside her. “Then join me.”

The woman stood with a smooth grace, her movements controlled and deliberate. Up close, Huma noticed her piercing blue eyes—sharp and filled with playful curiosity.

“I’m Nora,” she said, extending a hand.

Huma took it, feeling the firm grip. “Huma.”

A flicker of recognition crossed Nora’s eyes. “Indian?”

Huma nodded. “You’re the first person tonight who hasn’t recognized me immediately.”

Nora raised a brow. “Should I?”

Huma chuckled. “Depends. Do you watch Bollywood movies?”

“Not really,” Nora admitted, taking a slow sip of her whiskey. “I travel a lot—never in one place long enough to follow films.”

Huma found herself unexpectedly pleased. It was refreshing to meet someone who didn’t already know everything about her.

The conversation flowed effortlessly—about cities they’d visited, bizarre hotel encounters, and the strangeness of meeting strangers in new places. Huma laughed more than she had in days.

Then, with an appraising look, Nora mused, “You’re taller than I expected.”

Huma raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment or an observation?”

“Both,” Nora said with a playful smirk. “You carry yourself like someone strong.”

Huma smirked back. “That’s because I am strong.”

Nora swirled her drink, considering. “Think you could lift me?”

Huma scoffed. “Easily.”

Nora leaned in slightly. “What if I lifted you?”

Huma blinked. That was unexpected. “You think you can?”

Nora’s smirk deepened. “Want to find out?”

Before Huma could react, Nora smoothly slipped her arms under her knees and back, effortlessly cradling her off the barstool.

Her breath hitched. “Oh my god—”

Nora grinned. “Not as heavy as you thought.”

Huma instinctively grabbed Nora’s shoulders, her heart pounding—not from fear, but from sheer disbelief. It wasn’t just that she had been lifted—it was how easily Nora had done it, as if she weighed nothing at all.

She glanced down at their position, legs dangling slightly, her body snug against Nora’s arms. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”

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Nora’s blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “You doubted me?”

Huma let out a soft laugh, still adjusting to the surreal moment. “I don’t get lifted very often. Actually… never. This is a first.”

“Maybe it shouldn’t be the last,” Nora teased, holding her a moment longer before lowering her gently to the floor.

The moment lingered between them. Neither stepped back immediately.

“That was unexpected,” Huma admitted, brushing her hair back.

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“Unexpected can be fun,” Nora replied, voice tinged with something unreadable.

A charged silence stretched between them before Nora leaned against the bar again, swirling her whiskey. “You know, you looked pretty good in my arms.”

Huma smirked. “Careful. Keep talking like that, and I might make you carry me around all night.”

Nora raised her glass. “I wouldn’t complain.”

Huma laughed, warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the wine. This was not how she expected her night to go—but she wasn’t complaining either.

She eyed Nora with curiosity before standing up. “Alright, since you seem to enjoy lifting people, it’s only fair I return the favor.”

Nora chuckled. “You want to lift me?”

“Why not? I told you—I’m strong.”

Nora smirked. “I’m not exactly small.”

Huma shrugged. “Neither am I.”

Intrigued, Nora stood. Without hesitation, Huma gripped her waist and, in one smooth motion, lifted her in a classic front lift.

Nora let out a surprised laugh, instinctively gripping Huma’s shoulders.

Huma grinned. “Told you.”

She held her there for a moment before lowering her, enjoying the flicker of something unreadable in Nora’s expression.

But before Nora could say anything, Huma took it up a notch—sliding her arms under Nora’s back and knees, lifting her into a cradle carry.

Nora let out a genuine gasp this time, eyes wide before she burst into laughter. “Okay, I admit—that’s impressive.”

Huma smirked, feeling ridiculously pleased. “Told you I was strong.”

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They sat back down, the energy between them shifting slightly. It wasn’t just teasing anymore. There was something else—a quiet pull neither of them had expected.

“You know,” Huma mused, “this is probably the most fun I’ve had in weeks.”

Nora smiled. “Then let’s make sure the night doesn’t end too soon.”

Huma raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”

Nora tapped her glass thoughtfully. “A walk around the hotel? Or maybe…” She gave Huma a slow, playful smile. “Another drink in my suite?”

Huma tilted her head, pretending to consider. “And here I thought you just liked lifting people.”

Nora laughed. “I do. But I think I like talking to you even more.”

Huma finished her wine, meeting Nora’s gaze with amused curiosity. “Alright. Let’s see where the night takes us.”

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Nora grinned, standing up and offering her hand. Huma took it, feeling the warmth of her touch.

Maybe, just maybe, she was ready for a little more surprise in her life.

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