شرر Sharar

Forty

Just because you guys are attached to previous cover more ❤️

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Tum kabhi yun kiya karo
Chorho mere lafz
Mera dil padh liya karo

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Kurta, Shirts, Waistcoats of different colours were placed in front of her on counter, As Ayat touched the sleeves of saffron coloured shirt.

"Eh," Awkwardly, she raised her head to look at the salesman, who was already looking at her with polite smile but irritated eyes.

It has been more than one hour since she came here. But she didn't like anything.

Now, she was regretting why she didn't take someone with her to the shopping.

She would have taken Ayla with her but Ayla was not allowed to leave the haveli.

"Do.. Do you have more options?" Ayat
hesitantly asked.

"I'll show you more kurta if you want but... If you could tell me what you are looking for..." He turned to the shelf but not before telling her this.

"I want...." Ayat looked around to see if she could see what she really wants.

"I want men's kurta for menhdi function." Ayat told him for the tenth time.

"For whom? Agar woh thore aged hain toh...." Salesman does bot turn to her, looking at different kurta options, he asked

(If he is old then...)

"Aged nahi hain woh..." Ayat quickly interrupted him.

(He isn't old...)

"Woh toh.... Humari hi age ke hain aur..." Ayat got confused how to explain Hanan to the salesman.

(He is... He is around my age and...)

"Lambe hain... Thora fair hain, zyada nahi, bas halka sa...  aur..." Ayat raised her hand high to show height of Hanan to the saleman.

(He is tall... Have fair complexion... Not very but slightly... And...)

"Maam, If you could come with me, I can show you some exclusive collection of kurta which arrived just yesterday." Ayat nods her head and followed after him.

He showed her more kurta. But instead of liking anything, Ayat's head started spinning.

She never knew it was this hard to shop for boys.

Salesman was showing her a kurta in a ligh shade of orange with creamy waistcoat, explaining her the details and designer's work but it all went bouncer to her.

"Pack kar dijiye." When he was done, Ayat nod her head and told him. She was not sure, but her head and feet both started paining now. She decided to buy it. Beside, salesman said it was one of the best collection here.

(Pack this.)

"Ma'am, size kya rahega?" This again made Ayat confused, as she looked at the salesman from head to toe.

(Which size should I get you?)

"Apse thore se lambe honge aur physique bhi thori.... I mean he is fit. Waisa hi koi size kar dijiye." Ayat happily told him.

(He is taller thab you, and he is fit, pack in that size.)

When the shopkeeper was doing the billing, Ayat's eyes fall on a brooch in showpiece.

"Excuse me, can you show me that?" She asked the salesman.

When the brooch was in her hand, Ayat checked it out on herself. it was gold lapel pin, in the shape rose enamel. Ayat pinned it on her denim jacket, and looked at herself in the mirror.