↱𝗕𝗲𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾↲
❛❛ Unn Bekhabar Hawaiian Se Lehrate Hue,
Hum Kab Ishq ke Badalo'on
Me Khoo Gaye, Pata Hi Nahi Chala❜❜
"Chup nai rehsakti tum?"
"Freedom of speech?"
"Tumhe aise freedom deni hi nai chahiye."
"An...
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- ONE WEEK AGO -
"I HATE YOU ZOO! GROW UP ALREADY! YOU'RE TWENTY-SEVEN AND MARRIED, BEGAIRAT!"
"Zunayra, Iss ghar me sirf ek hi begairat hai aur woh tum ho. Joh apne bade bhai ko begairat kehrahi ho. Begairat."
"I can be Bae, but not Begairat, my dear Mum." Zunayra murmured, glaring at the half-eaten french toast she made for herself with her oh! so masterchefy skills, but to her dismay, she couldn't have it peacefully as if the universe was against her.
Her brother Zohaan, who was a 5-year-old residing in a 27-year-old body. The young man only wanted to taste his sister's special french toast, and he knew the hell would break loose if he asked to share with him. In that case, he had to lie to his lil sister, ushering their mother, who called her urgently in her room.
The girl had no choice but to recall all of her devilish deeds and sprint to the room slash doom of the house which accordingly Zohaan had a few bites of her toast before saving his life and vanishing from the house.
"Bichari Hirah Bhabhi, pata nahi kya pasand agaya mere manhoos se bhai me." She mumbled as her stomach grumbled. The devouring piece of toast rose to be popped in her mouth, but as it was said before, the universe was against her.
Zunayra groaned hissingly as the main gate bell rung aloud to irritate her. She nonetheless opened her mouth to bite the toast but paused as the gate bell began ringing continuously.
She looked around their house to see if any of the family members or working staff were on leave, which made her realise the gatekeeper must be too. She waited for a moment as the sound of the annoying bell stopped or, more like, resumed as it began ringing mercilessly again.
"Humare ghar wale bhi pata nahi kaha jakar margaye. Aur pata nai kyu log bhi wapas kyu chalejate, sochkar ki ghat per shydh koi nai! UGH! PEOPLE."
The screeching sound of her chair was louder than the bell as it finally came to an end, grumpily wrapping the hijab around her head she held the main door open frantically and dramatically The bright light of the sun hit her face as the heat hit against making her half blind because of the sun's brightness.
She murmured incoherent words in irritation for the patio gap between the main door and main gate. "Kya zaroorat thi main door ke inti door main gate rakhne ki! Aur toh aur manhoos auto-lock." Her eyes squinted under the broad sunlight as the silhouette of three persons came in view.
The clouds pitied on her as they covered the sunlight with its shyness, her eyes widening as three young men stood in grace-and a little bit of sweat-waiting for her to reach them.
