(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl)
Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...
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The melodious voice of a Muezzin called out the Azaan, waking up a young man from his sleep. Hasan groaned, pulling himself up and then, leaned against the bedpost. The Azaan continued to sound. He rubbed his face and wore his glasses, blinked rapidly, and gazed at the Fajr clock that called out the Azaan. Dim light from the grilled window shone into the room, making the surrounding slightly visible.
Hasan climbed down the bed, wore his flip-flops, and walked into the attached bathroom. The cold water ran over his warm hands, face, and feet that made him shudder as he performed his ablution. Then, he wore his skullcap and placed the prayer mat facing east. After his prayers, he sat down, he read tasbee until sun rays crept through the window, falling over him. Hasan yawned, getting up from his prayer mat and prepared for the day ahead.
The loneliness and the monotonous routine of his life made Hasan work rather robotically. Bathed, Hasan changed into work attire. After buttoning up the sleeves of his sky-blue shirt, he wore a waistcoat and as he selected a tie, there was a ring on his phone.
"Asalam aliakum, Ammijaan. What happened?" He spoke resting the phone in between his ear and shoulder.
"Beta, I have exciting news." His mother's thrilled voice resonated from the other side. In her enthusiasm, she forgot to greet him. A feeling of dread instantly clouded Hasan's head. After experiencing this for five months now, he was well aware of what is to come next. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Aqsa. She will be the perfect bahu for us. Your dad is sure that she will keep you and us happy for the rest of our lives. You know, Hasan, she is the daughter of Aftab Kaif, and they have so many properties in Delhi and Noida. We are on a verge of saying yes to them. Just waiting for you."
"No, please." – Hasan pleaded, - "She might keep us or me happy, but I won't be able to keep her happy. She might be a good bahu, but she won't be a good wife." He reasoned.
There was silence for a moment, - "But—she will. I assure you that. She will hundred percent compromise. She is a very homely girl. Not working, just like how we wanted."
Hasan clicked her tongue in agitation, - "I am getting late for College."
"So that is a yes."
"It is a no." And with that, he disconnected the call. He angrily looked away, then his scowl turned into a smile noticing a cream and fluffy Himalayan cat cuddling at his feet.
"Hey, Mahajabeen! Come, your Daddy will feed you breakfast and then have my own." He kneeled, caressing the cat. She purred gently, stretching her neck. Hasan chuckled and followed her unsaid request.
After serving his cat some food, he arranged toast and omelet for himself.
Mahajabeen kept hovering around him as he tied the lace of his shoes. He ushered her away, kindly, before walking back into his room.
