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"Life does not give you a second chance." is the only motto I have inscribed in my heart everytime I am expected to perform anything that is nearly impossible for me.
Some art college in Delhi provided me the best ride from teen to maturity, and now is the batch's farewell, with exams beginning next week.
Draping myself in a sap green saree, paired with pearl earrings and that finger ring that I had to wear no matter what. I'm already looking too Slytherin to be genuine.
"Let me apply this for you." Lulu approached me, holding eyeliner. I went along, and Lulu did my entire makeup in a basic yet elegant manner after eyeliner, despite the fact that it was only supposed to be mascara.
Lulu is dressed in a royal blue satin saree with stone accents. We are photographing ourselves in front of a full-length mirror.
"Dua seems like someone is waiting for Veronica downstairs." Lulu said as she peered out the window.
"Be it."
We came downstairs while admiring that man's appearance, physique, and fashion sense. She observed everything in a minute!
As the stairs end, he is standing As the steps come to a the end, he stands in front of us. I can't help but look at him, angry and disappointed. What's he doing here? He glances up at me, and for a brief moment, I felt checked out.
"Maa Jaan told me to drive you to the college, as you are wearing saree it'll be hard for you to manage." He said, as if to explain.
"You know him?" Lulu yanked my arm.
"He is my cousin."
"Let's go then." Lulu literally jumped into the backseat.
Do I have any options? I sat next her. Wait, did I see him smirk? Does he believe he is overpowering me?
We reached at the college gate. Lulu ran to our gang when I was taking my sling. He came out of the car and stood next to me with an envelope. I squint my eyes and looks at him.
"Maa Jaan ne kaha tha tumhare liye gift lene ke liye, lekin humari kharidi Hui chiz to tum leti nahi isiliye ye lo Jo samjh aye kharid Lena.".
I took hold on the envelope think there must be only few hundreds but the weight got me in doubt, yet I kept it in my bag.
"Unhe call bhi kar Lena Ghar Jane se pehle."
(Call her before you go home.)
"Dua ke cousin!" Lulu came to us. "Apko photo Leni aati hai." She forwards a DSLR.
(You know how to take photos.)
I was shocked at her behaviour I know she can literally drool over any good looking man but Fakhir is just ok ok type, he looked at me and I don't know what he understood he agreed.
Jahil to ye hai hi ab ladkiyo k photo khinchega. I thought while standing still at the car door. "Tum bhi aao na Dua." Lulu pulled my hand which more or less made me trip on the heels that is already worst part of this party. He held my elbow preventing me to fall.
(He is already ignorant and now he will take photos of girls.)
(You also come, Dua.)
"Tum thik to ho." His voice had something at that moment unfamiliar to me. All I could do was look at him and those creases on his forehead.
(Are you OK?)
He made me stand straight.
"Sorry, yaar tumhare heels k bhul gai thi."
(Sorry, friend, I forgot about your heels.)
After clicking some of our gang pics he forwarded the camera to me. I guessed he would return it to Lulu to talk to her or something.
"No, no....... wait." I was about to take hold on the camera when Lulu again intervened. "As an apology, Dua please get your solo clicked first."
Okay, I'm already embarrassed after all those cringey poses that I made with you guys which wouldn't have been if wasn't the one to click and now solo clicked by him. He adjusts the camera back as if ready to click them.
"No, I don't need any solo.".
"Chal jhooti tune khud hi kaha tha DSLR k solo k liye aur mushkil se aj k liye hum ne saving kar ke ise afford kiya hai."
(Come on liar, you yourself said for Dassler's Solo and with difficulty we have saved for today and have been able to afford it.)
I was about to say something when he said, "Jaldi karo mujhe niklna bhi hai."
(Hurry up, I have to leave too.)
I did some pose. Some were directed by my girls and finally done now it was Ayra's turn as she have to go to meet some union members. The most beautiful girl of our college and today she is looking drop dead gorgeous in her chiffon mauve saree draped in way to adorn all her curves. She is walking toward the stand, and I don't know why I wish camera gets damage. And I swear I like Ayra. No grudges. Always on terms.
Fakhir is some strides away now, looking at his phone when she is getting ready to pose with the help of other.
And Mi 's epic ringtone rang. "Ji Maa Jaan.......nahi hum karwa deta hain aap fikr mat kariye......ji ji raste me hi hai. Khuda hafiz." He took the big strides and came to me. Handing me the camera, while saying, "Maa Jaan k kuch zaruri kaam hai. Abhi hum chalte hain. Tum yaad se unhe call kar Lena." He left in hurry and soon his car too fades away from the vision.
(Yes Maa Jaan......No, I will get it done, don't worry.....Yes, it is on the way. khudaHafiz.)
B mamma to Lucknow....... Khair mujhe kya, kahin bhi jaye.
(B. Mother, Lucknow... Well, who cares, Go anywhere.)
We managed to click each other's picture and now we are in the main ground where stalls were, games, foods, paintings, books, and many more and everything was in a fun way. We had all our time being with eachother for the last time as fun time.
After the party we are sitting in the ground in big circle, a pass on music game was going on we were bound to play either by classmates or by inner self to live the moment. Many of the introverts came out as ambivert, some revealed their ex, some their deepest desires and some were really too bizarre for me to even hear, till kissing under moonlight was ok but those tearing clothes, choking and all were too much.
"Dua!" Some of my classmates cheered along with my girls.
"Truth." I'm not going for dare for sure.
"So, who got you that ring?" One of the boys asked in a very weird way.
"Badi mamma.".
"So, you're engaged." A loud cheers and congratulations were heard similar to all those on partner revelation.
"With your cousin." Ayra registered it bit late, yet her words made the howls & hoots turned into gossiping and whispering sound.
What can I even expect from liberals and college with 2% Muslims. It's not their fault. I guess it's time to leave. I looked at Lulu and excused myself, while walking away, I heard him say.
"So, what every culture has their ways. Stop over reacting guys." I turn to look at the unknown face.
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Historia CortaA Muslim story based on Childhood marriage. •Where Dua wants divorce but Fakhir wants it to work out. •Where they both were forced till they had no other option. There is a saying, "You can't have everything in Life that you desire for." For whom wi...
