Lut Gaye || لٹ گۓ

THIRTEEN | Firecrackers

                                            
 "haan mere jaisa ishq main pagal, phir mile ye na mile kal."

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THE last dawn of December had given rise to a fair, luminous veil of mist that had enveloped the city of Karachi, leaving no room for the chromatic rays of the sun to pass through.

In the central district of the metropolitan was located a renowned business school where the morning was full of bustling students strewn around the vast area of the campus.

Present in the garden of the university was a female duo; one of them perched on a wooden rustic bench and busy painting her lips with a shade of cherry―the other pacing back and forth, her eyes glued to the cellphone in her hand.

"Why isn't Zunyra here yet, yaar? Should I call her?" The girl with ombre hair stopped pacing and queried her friend.

Puckering her freshly coloured lips, she swerved her head and snorted, "Bold of you to assume she'd pick up your call. Just relax, she will-" her speech halted when her eyes involuntarily sighted a girl emerging through the main gate. "Ah, here she comes."

It wasn't just her gaze that steered in the direction, several people present there watched a feminine figure entering the premise, radiating an aura of great panache.

Exotic black eyes set on a diamond-shaped face, espresso brown hair tied into a high ponytail―exhibiting her symmetrical arches on display―Zunyra sashayed through the crowd like a comely feline, effortlessly grabbing the attention of every person she passed by.

Blessed with nearly perfect waist-to-hip proportions, she showed off her hourglass figure encompassed in a cerulean, tucked-in cropped sweater, paired with fitted dark blue pants cinched at the waist by a fancy tie belt. But, what made her all the more captivating was the accessory she never forgot to wear: her fiery confidence. 

Her leather-boot clad feet stopped when she reached the spot where the female duo was stationed. Removing the strap of her bag from her shoulder and throwing it to the bench, she puffed out her cheeks and faced her friends.

"Good morning." Her friend, Jaweria, who had been waiting for her chirped.

"What's so good about this morning, biatch?" Zunyra's mellow voice carrying a tinge of sourness―akin to the expression on her face―sizzled through the air. "We have an accounting exam today."

The girl's face contorted into a disturbing grimace upon the reminder. "You won't believe but I pulled an all-nighter and studied like crazy, and I still have a feeling I won't be able to tally the balance sheet."

Zunyra let out an amusing chuckle and her eyes involuntarily descended on a group of handsome boys standing a few feet away from them. She passed a smug smile to the most good-looking one out of the lot who was staring at her with mischievous eyes.

"How's your prep?" Her other friend, Alia queried, making the brunette remove her gaze from the hunk.

"I rewatched Gossip Girls all night." Zunyra shrugged nonchalantly and plopped on the bench, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Alia burst into laughter. "Seriously?"

The brunette rose an immaculately trimmed brow and snorted. "Do you think I'd have achieved anything by studying on the night before the exam?"

"So, what are you going to do now?" Jaweria jumped in, blinking in disbelief.

"Worry about yourself babe, you know I never fail," she stated smugly. "Anyway, let's go to the cafeteria. I badly need coffee." Zunyra announced, rising from the bench.