Finally, Kinza devoured her food and waited for the rest to finish. It was Iftar time after all, and Imtesal was already having a near another fit because no one had yet asked him to play his guitar. Ayesha obviously told him off from bringing a giant guitar into her home. And had said that everybody would go downstairs to listen to him play.
For now Imtesal and the rest had to offer prayers, he made sure Mishaal noticed how dedicated he was to his prayers and prayed possibly for the longest time making sure to make dua for Mishal to be his by the end of the night. They all made their way downstairs to the park area where there were swings, and benches to sit on. Kinza noticed Gulrin's eyes searching around the nearby areas, looking for someone. And there popped up Rhimjim. Gulrin's face could not contain his excitement as he smiled broadly and went to go meet her. Gulrin ignored everybody else as he sat with Rhimjim and spoke animatedly with her. Imtesal was too busy trying to sit next to Mishal on the bench and Talha was checking his phone for research updates.
The taraweeh prayer continued a few yards away where the buildings residents were crowding to begin their prayer. It was getting dark and Imtesal was trying his best to create a romantic atmosphere for Mishal but to no avail. Finally, after the prayer ended Imtesal decided it was time to bring out his guitar and serenade for Mishal. He forced everybody to come by his car where he pulled out a giant guitar and decided to sing. People passed by wondering what he was upto. He started playing the guitar and faced Mishal who looked entirely in the other direction and ignored him.
Imtesal was clearly heart-broken by this and was put in an extremely foul mood. This Kinza noticed on their way back in the car when he was behaving more crazy than usual. Meanwhile Simran had spotted many eligible bachelors in the park. Aah yes rich and burger. Only a rich burger brat would wear shorts in this cold. As a tall guy got out of a black Vigo, she knew who she was going to trap.
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Diary of a House Officer/Intern
Short StoryThis story navigates through the life of Kinza as she starts off her journey after graduating from medical school. Her intern year (also known as house job) takes place in one of the biggest hospitals in Karachi; a hospital that has been there for d...
