Diary of a House Officer/Intern

Chapter 11

Today was Saturday, the day of Ayesha's dinner. Simran had also been invited and she would not let this opportunity go. It was obviously in Defence, and Emaar Vistas had one of the richest people in Karachi residing there. This was her chance to find herself a rich, Defence residing, possibly blue passport husband! She had taken an hour to get ready, she had put on her branded shalwar kamiz, her expensive perfume her aunt had brought from Dubai, and her new sandals. She was going to be the center of attention at this dinner, and find herself a husband!

Kinza had gotten dressed an hour ago and was still waiting for Imtesal, Gulrin and Taha to come pick her up. Imtesal had already offered to pick up Mishal from her place which was exactly forty-five minutes out of the way which she had refused thank God.

On their way they were interrupted by Imtesaal's criticisms on every single song they had put on, until Kinza finally made him shut up by telling him these were Mishaal's favorite. Imtesal had packed his giant guitar in the car trunk in hopes of finally impressing Mishaal at this dinner. Ayesha had decided to encourage everyone to play the boardgame Sequence but Imtesaal was having a reactionary fit to not being the center of attention, and because nobody had cared to ask him to play the guitar he refused to play the game. Simran had already noticed everyone inside the building premises and was still on the search for her rich, Defence husband.

Meanwhile Kinza and Talha waited for the food, and Gulrin looked nervous knowing fully well that Rhimjim lived two floors above Ayesha in the same building. He had put on his best clothes, had gone to the barber for a haircut a day before and was patiently waiting to somehow meet Rhimjim.