High On Life

Epilogue

"Mama, woh iddal (idhar) nai hai." She ran her tiny little fingers through her straight dark brown hair like Shehry's and I smiled at her frustration which had cuteness overloaded in it.

"Haww. Abhi to aap ke shaath tha, ab tahaan gaya?" I copied her cute baby tone and she huffed, her rosy pink cheeks puffing out in frustration.

"Uff Allah meri touba !" She smacked her forehead with her tiny hand and I laughed out loud at her nakhray.

Hmm...nakhron ke maamlay mein to zaroor Shehry pe gayi hai.

"Sahi tumhaare pe gayi hai begum." He walked over to me, contradicting my thought and chuckled.

"Baby ta (kia) hua?" Shehry bent down towards Aanya in exactly the same posture that I was in, despite wearing a saree.

"Daddy, Ayaan gum ho gaya hai. Shtupid boy." She frowned and Shehry and I glanced at each other.

"Haww." We both spoke in unison with our hands over our mouths.

"Bad manners Aani. Aise nahi kehtay. He's your brother." I stroked her hair.

"So? You two can just laugh at me. I will go look to him myshelf. Hmph !" She turned her head to the side, showing attitude and Shehry and I laughed at exactly the same time.

"To nahi hota baby. You're supposed to say you'll go look for him yourself. Otay (okay)?" He corrected her.

"Whatever the hellsh papa." She spoke Mary-um style and strolled away with her little feet and Shehry and I high-fived each other, laughing our hearts out.

"Uff begum ! That nakhra is so inherited from you." He shook his head, laughing.

I narrowed my eyes. "Acha jee? Apne baaray mein kia khayaal hai? Poori poori tumhaari Mary-um jaisi nakhreeli hai." I boasted my comeback and he rolled his eyes.

He looked ahead and spoke suddenly. "Woh dekho, taaye se kaise laad kar raha hai." He pointed towards Waqas.

Ayaan was sitting on Waqas's lap, getting his hair ruffled by his taaya.

Both my babies were heavenly cute Masha Allah and extremely naughty.

I shifted my gaze towards Aanya who just stood there with her hands on her hips, as she searched around for her twin brother near the food area.

Sahi jaa rahi ho Aani jaani. Paitoo hai tumhaara bhai bilkul tumhaare baap ki tarha.

I walked over to her and lifted my three year old baby girl up in my arms.

"Mama !" She grinned and kissed my cheek.

"Ayaan mila?" I asked and she shook her head, swaying her silky hair from side to side.

I pouted and pinched her cheek and she pouted as well. I giggled at her little gesture and turned around, pointing at one of the tables where Ayaan and Hassan were taking turns playing arm wrestling with Waqas now.

Waqas was purposely making Ayaan win over Hassan and so I walked over to all three of them. Hassan who was a few months younger than Ayaan, began crying at the unfair behaviour of his dad.

"Tahaan (kahaan) thay tum. Mein tab shay dhoond lahi thi." Aanya slapped Ayaan's chest and he made a face.

"Tumhein kia hai? Mein jahaan marzi jaaoun. Go play with your shtupid Barbie dollsh." He snapped back at her and she ran off to Shehry, doing her usual nakhray that Ayaan was bothering her.

Ayaan laughed and I glared at him.

"Ayaan." I said sternly and he looked down, embarassed a little. "Come here, jaan."