If Feburary is warm March in Karachi is unbearably hot! Like sweat dripping off your foreheads even when you're sitting directly under the fan, kind of hot. The heat of the blazing sun dries off the moisture from the earth and yet your sweat seems to never dry. No matter how much cold water you gulp down, there is never enough cold water in your system.
This was spring in Karachi... Not much spring like...
......For the Abdullah brother's Harris and Haider, an ideal March Sunday is laying on the plush sofa of the lounge in their pajamas with only a vest on, air conditioner chilling, T.V may or may not be playing, but most of all no work and specially no hosting of guests (because that requires getting dressed and wearing the abomination called shirt!)
However, for their mother, Hafsa Abdullah, Sunday's are best for calling over guests because ofcourse, everyone's free on a Sunday!
This clash of ideals was always troublesome for Harris and Haider especially if the guests are people other than their neighbors (whom they never considered as guests but more as family)
Who were these guests coming over today that had them regrettably dressed in formal attires?
The newly (secretly) wedded couple, their very own (not so disagreeable) cousin, Airaa Kamran and her new husband the wonderous most shocking addition to the family, Ayaan Amir.
Aylaa may or not tag along (Haider was praying hard she would).
Hafsa had invited her own son in law as well to join in on the lunch and Hania, whose mother in law (Zarina Hamid) was still digesting the fact that their Airaa had gotten married in such scandalous fashion, was elated to be here and excited beyond words to meet them.
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"Acha dikhtaa kaisa hai?" Hania asked curiously and Haider groaned exasperated.
"Haniaaa for the last time!!! MUJHE NHI PATAAA!" he repeated loudly throwing his hands up in aggravation and sinking back in the arm chair.
Hania pouted in disappointment and opened her mouth to reply but just then Harris walked in with Hussnain from the front door.
"Aa gaye kiyaa??!" she asked them excitedly.
Harris simply rolled his eyes, took out his phone and without gracing her with a reply, plopped down on the empty chair besides Haider.
Hussnain though walked up to her, kissed her head then sat beside her.
"Nhi, abhi nhi aye. Thora orr sabr karlo." He replied gently and both the brother's gagged at his display of affection.
"Chal oye totaa maina! Yeh sab karna hai toh apney ghar jao!" Harris grumbled irritatedly.
Hania raised a brow and defiantly snuggled into Hussnain's side, "Yeh bhi mera ghar hai! Jealous nhi ho tum zyada!"
He grit his teeth and ignored her by looking down at his phone instead, the words hitting a current sore spot Hania was well aware of.
Yes, it had been days since he last got to see Vania and it was taking a bigger toll on him then he was ready to accept, yet couldn't hide in his more than usual grumpy demeanor.
She grinned in victory and got back to her previous topic of conversation, extremely curious to know how the person who could have Airaa Kamran go against her parents, looked like.
The news had shocked her whole family, was an understatement, it was completely unbelievable!
But now that almost a week had passed after Airaa's Nikkah, things had cooled down relatively and everyone had come to terms with the fact that Airaa had indeed gotten married.
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