Next morning- Dua's room/ POV-
I woke up at the exact time of Fajr, because of tiredness I got from enjoying so much.
I was in a good mood, so I took a shower, did my wudhu and wore my favourite dress. I wear my clothes in bathroom itself, because of less time.
I prayed Fajr (Morning prayer) and went down to prepare breakfast as per my habit. But I saw that both my Mumani and ammi were their, preparing for breakfast as well as catching up on old time.
"Assalamualaikum" I said loudly to make my presence known.
"Walaikumassalam" they all replied.
"Beta itni subah kya kar rahi ho, abhi to koi nahi utha hoga, jao jaakar thodi der or so jao" badi mumani said.
(My child, what are you doing this early in the morning, go and take some sleep)
"Nahi Badi Mumani, main Fajr k baad nahi soti, ye to aadat hai meri subah subah uth kar kitchen me aana" I said with a sad smile. Ammi also got sad after hearing my words.
(No aunty, I don't sleep after fajr. And this is my habit to come to kitchen early in the morning)
"Kyu beta aisa kyu bolti ho" Choti mumani said.
(Why are you saying this)
"Ha ab to waqt badal gaya hai, ghar badal gaya, to adatein bhi thodi badal lo" Badi Mumani joined Choti mumani.
(Yes, time had changed so is the house. So change your habit too)
"Koi nahi laiyena aaj mai nashta banati hu, or aap log aaram kariye" and I started preparing breakfast according to what they said to be prepared.
(Its ok come on let me help you. Today I will make breakfast and you guys will rest)
They have maids, but still they prefer their own home made food, which is cooked by these ladies.
"Assalamualaikum, subha bakhair" yawning Maheen said.
(Good morning)
"Walaikumassalam" we all replied to her greeting
*slap at back* like a typical desi mom. "Dekho zara, abhi aaye hue ek din nahi hue bacchi ko, or ghar ke kaamo me madad kar rahi hai, or ek tum log ho bus khumbhkaran ki tarah sona hai, khana hai, or bas baate banana hai" 😏Badi mumani scolded Maheen and Beenish aapi who just scrolled behind Maheen appi.
(See this, this girl just came 1 day before and she is helping us in the household. And you guys are sleepyhead, you just have to sleep, eat and just talk)
"Are mumani unhe kyu daant rahi hai, ye to meri hi aadat hai, warna aaj kal kaha ladkiya madad karti hai apni ammi ki" I teased them both.😀😉
(Its ok aunty, it's just my habit. And where will you find a girl who helps her mom in the kitchen nowadays)
"Dua ki bacchi tu ruk abhi, aag me ghee daal rhi hai"Maheen appi said.
(Dua you just stop, you are fueling the fire)
And on que I started running but I don't know when I stumbled in the wall.
"OUCH" I cried out in pain.
"Are are araam se, itni tez kon bhagta hai, lag gyi na chot" Hassan bhaijaan scolded me.
(Oh...slowly. why are you running so fast. You got yourself injured)
Well he was coming from behind the pillar😶, and I sumbled into the pillar, and before I can land my bum on the ground, he came like a literal angel and save me from falling.🤭
"Jazakallah bhaijaan" I thanked him
"Kahi lagi to nahi na Dua" Maheen appi was scared of Hassan bhaijaan, because she knew if someone was to blame , it would be her because or her, she was running, and got hurt.
(Did you got hurt)
"Nahi appi, aap tension mat le, chale na breakfast bhi laga na hai" I saved her from Hassan bhaijaan's anger
(No appi. You don't take tension. Let's go eat breakfast)
"Ha ha chalo, jaldi chalo"
(Yes yes come on)
We set the table and called everyone.
At breakfast table-
"Aaj beta nashta bada laziz mil raha hai, kya baat hai, itne dino baad Zubbu k haath ka khana kha raha hu"Nana jaan said.
(Breakfast today is very tasty. After so many days, I'm eating food from zubbu)
"Ha na abbu, kitna laziz bana hai sab kuch, masha allah" Chote mamujaan joined him.
(Yes abbu, its so tasty)
"Well aaj nashta humne nahi, Dua ne banaya hai, humne to bus idhar-udhar ka hi kiya hai" Choti mumani said.
(Well today we didn't made the breakfast. It was dua who nade this. We just helped her here and there)
"Ha waise khana masha allah bohot accha hai" Hassan bhaijaan said
(Well it is good really)
"Are waaah, matlab pakka hai aaj nashta accha bana hai, kyu k Hassan bhaijaan kabhi khane ki taarif nahi karte" Daniyal joked. Everyone laughed at his words and I and Hassan bhaijaan blushed. Why am I blushing...
(Oh means really it is tasty. Because hassan bhaijan never praised any food before)
"Nahi mera matlab sahi me accha hai, or waise bhi ammi or chachi ke haath ka to khata aaya hu, but Dua ne to first time banaya hai, to accha laga" Hassan bhaijaan justified himself
(No means, it is really good. Just that I had eaten from ammi and aunty, so today dua made)
"Accha thik hai, suno sab, aaj nashte baad lunch se pehle muje sab lounge me chahiye, Zubaida ke bare me baat karni hai" Nanajaan announced
(Ok ok, listen. Today I want everybody in the lounge before lunch, we have to talk about zubaida)
Ammi and I were tensed about this moment only.
Everyone went silent after this and ate their breakfast in silence.
Hassan's POV-
"Accha ammi mai chalta hu" I kissed her forehead, chachi's, phupho's and dadijaan's forehead went out for office.
(Ok ammi, I'm leaving)
Well I'm a CEO, so what do you expect from me. I have to be early to set an example for my employees.
I was thinking about phupho's and Dua's situation.
Suddenly what had happened that they are here, its not like I'm not happy with their arrival, but its so sudden that I have a doubt that something had happened back at their house.
And I have to solve their situation.
Now I have to wait till lunch.
Well, suspense.....😉
Not so, kyu ke hum to jante hi hai kya hua hai, but uske aage family reactions and uske aage ki kahani.....hmmmm....twist twist...😈💥
Thank you so much.💥
Love you all sweeties..❤💞
Take care of yourself in this pandemic situation.
Well, that's all I have to say..
Bye bye..
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Short StoryA beautiful soul, with many scars written in her past. With beautiful memories in her future. Waiting for her prince charming or mijaz-e-khuda. A story of Dua Ibrahim- who is as innocent as a new baby. Survivor of many attacks. A story of Hassan Ali...
