The Stars Have Eyes ✓

Ch-11 Dur E Fazaan

Yara was busy having chicken soup in her breakfast while glaring at Albert. A very nervous Albert served some mushroom soup to Fazaan.

She was glaring at him since the moment she saw him that morning. He was the one who played victim in that Scare The Pancake prank.

And she instantly developed a dislike towards him.

“Albert uncle, you please go to the kitchen or someone will eye-murder you.” Faaz adviced.

Albert nodded and went back to the kitchen.

Yara's glaring eyes now fixed on Faaz's cute face.

“Stop eye-raping me.” Faaz gave an innocent look with fake frown.

“You don't look appealing to me. So keep your fantasies to yourself.” Her reply was blunt and sarcastic.

“Is that why you kissed me yesterday?” He smirked.

Fazaan choked on his soup hearing Faaz's words.

“That happened out of excitement.” Yara argued.

“Oh, I see, I excite you. How exciting!” His tone was annoyingly seductive.

Fazaan's ears turned red in embarrassment.

“Yes, you excite me to beat the hell out of you. Shameless creature.”

Fazaan's meter of anger was rising higher and higher, however, he kept quiet. Because he was leaving that evening. And he very well knew he is gonna miss their banters once he will leave. So he was kind of trying to cherish these moments of irritation.

★★★

When you are enjoying your time, time flies very quickly. The same happened with Fazaan.

Both Yara and Faaz were quiet. They were sad that Fazaan was leaving so early. They got used to his ‘Shut up, both of you!’

“Alright, it's time to leave.” He sighed and opened the door of driver's seat, “I hope next time when I visit you both, you will be grown up.”

They made faces at his statement. And he left with a smile on his face.

★★★

Fazaan was driving towards a wedding venue. He had to attend the wedding of a mafia don's daughter before returning to his place. But he was already hungry. Because of his weak digestive system he couldn't eat the wedding food at all. So he thought to stop by a food corner to get some light snacks.

He ended up buying more than ten packets of potato chips with red chilly flavour. It is a fantasy of every teenager to eat ten packets of chips at once. Well, he is not a teenager anymore, however, this fantasy still remained young in his heart.

He returned to his car with the bag filled with snacks. He had just turned on the ignition, when out of nowhere a bride came running and sat on the passenger's seat.

She was wearing a red lehenga with heavy jewellery and makeup. She was panting and sweating.

“Excuse me, this is my car.” Fazaan started.

“Well, I didn't claim this car to be mine. Moreover, I don't like this car model.”

Got a sharp tongue, gurl.

“You need to step out of my car.” He started again.

“And you need to keep me in your car.” She said back.

“Why would I?”

“If you want to stay alive, do what I say.” As the words left her mouth, a gun was placed on Fazaan's temple by the bride.

Fazaan smirked.

“Drive.” She ordered.

But he didn't budge from his place. A girl was trying to scare him. Him, Fazaan Ali Shah.

He began laughing.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked in a worried tone. She was worried for herself.

“You forgot to pull the trigger.”

Busted.

Her plan failed. She can't even scare someone with her act.

“Look, keep this toy at a side and tell me where you want to go.”

“Anywhere. I mean, as you can see I am a runaway bride. And I have nowhere to go.” She put on the facade of innocence.

“Can I be sure that helping you won't backfire me?” He asked.

Her answer should have been yes, however, she shook her head in a no.

“No, it's not like I am any mafia's daughter that it may cause you any harm. My father was a greedy man. He was getting me forcefully married to a man twice my age, so I ran away.”

You are smart enough to understand that she was lying.

“Alright, my brother lives in Toronto with his wife. They'll be willing to keep you in their home for a while.”

And that's how he drove back to the city of Toronto. While the runaway bride was munching on the chips he bought for himself.

★★★

Faaz opened the main door to find his brother standing outside with a bride. Shock was written all over his face. Same happened with the bride seeing the Xerox copy of Fazaan standing in front of her. But after a few moments of confusion she got an idea that they are most probably twin brothers.

“I'll tell you the whole story. Right now I am very hungry. What's for dinner?” Fazaan said while entering the apartment.

“Malai Kofte.” Faaz replied in his confused state.

The bride sat down on a couch. Her eyes moving all around the living area. She found it smaller as compared to her home, however, it had some sort of comfort in it's air.

“Fazaan Bhai, you came back!” Yara squealed in excitement, however, her eyes settled on the bride, “and brought a bride as well?”

Fazaan sighed and began, “Actually...”

After fifteen minutes four of them were eating dinner on the dining table. Fazaan narrated the whole incident to Faaz and Yara.

“What's your name?” Yara asked with a bright smile. Her smile made the stranger girl comfortable.

“Dur E Fishaan. But my friends call me Dur. So you also call me Dur.” She smiled.

Actually... there is a disaster called Dur all set to shake Fazaan's world.

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