"Bhai aap toh gaye... "
Harris turned to look at Haider and was about to reply when the ringing of his phone cut him off.
Haider grabbed his phone off the side table and cleared his throat before answering.
The light blush on his cheek and the way he discreetly raked his hand through his hair told Harris and Hania who the caller was.
"Hello Assalamualaikum, Aylaa.."
He answered voice sobered, demeanor changed to serious from the whiny young adult he was a few seconds ago.
Hania cleared her throat teasingly and Harris looked down biting his smile.
But the next second everything changed.
Haider jumped to his feet waving his hand as if stopping an invisible entity.
"Aylaa Aylaa! Araam se mujhe kuch samjh nhi aa raha kiyaa keh rhi ho?!" He said voice strained and his siblings frowned .
Hania looked at the deep creases on Haider's forehead and asked, "Kiya hua Haider??"
Harris indicated her to remain silent till he tells them himself.
"Kiyaa??! Airaa Gun leke kahan gayi???! Pata nhi???!"
Harris and Hania's eyes popped wide hearing that and their curiosity peaked.
"Haiderrr! Batao tooh kiyaa bat ker rhy ho??" She asked him without caring about Harris's previous warning.
"Achaa Aylaa hum log aa rhy hain please tension nhi lo! Haan Mama ko leke aayen ge okay okay. Hum arahey hain. Relax karo kuch nhi ho gaa. Okay! Allah Hafiz!" he cut the call and Hania raised her hand curling her fingers in a gesture of question.
"Bolo bhi ab!" Harris broke.
"yaarr.... Woh keh rhi hai.. Airaa Kamran uncle ki gun leke kahin chali gayi hai.... Kafi ghantey ho gaye.... Abhi tak ayi nhi..." He said.
Hania gasped putting a hand on her mouth and Harris just stared stunned.
But bigger than that was the voice that startled them at the door.
"Kiyaaa???!!!" Screamed Hafsa who was comming to their room.
Their heads whipped around to look at her paled face and wide eyes.
"Yeh kiyaa keh rhy ho Haider??! kahan jaye gi woh??" She yelled asking him as she stomped in the room.
"Ammi! Ammi! Relax relax! Kuch nhi hua hogaa aap--" Harris got up to hold his mother's swaying body but she pushed him away glaring.
"Kiyaa kaha hai tumne ussey?? Kiyaa kee ya hai tumney?" She questioned accusingly.
Blanching he stared at his mother as if asking 'are you for real?'
"Mama main kiyaa karun gaa yaar?? Kiya ho gaya hai aap ko??! Maine--"
"Mujh se jhoot nhi bolnaa Harris!! Agr tumne kuch kaha hai toh mujhe seedhi tarah bata do!"
"Maine kuch nhi kaha uss ko!! Woh ayi thi milne mujhse! Uss ne khud kaha thaa keh main ab tumhare rastey main nhi aoun gi! Woh nhi karnaa chahti mujh se shadi Kamran Uncle or Fatima Aunty force kar rhyn hain ussey! Or koi baat nhi hui humari!" He said loud feeling his temper rise at the accusation.
Hafsa swiped a hand over her forehead and swayed again but each time Harris tried to help her she pushed his hand away.
She was the mother, she knew her son and his rude tongue. She knew how harsh he can get if provoked and she feared he said something wrong to Airaa.
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