"You've pushed me away from the start, and I let you. Kept your distance from me and I let you. Now when you've finally come to terms with your feelings, you're letting me go without a fight?!"
Muaaz, a talented yet struggling architect based in Lo...
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"Salam bibi," Kishore greets me the second I enter the office.
"Wasalam, Kishore. Kiya haal hai?"
"Bhagwaan ka shukr hai, muskaan bibi." He briefs me about his family's latest news, telling me how his wife has begun working in a factory, and his kids settled in the new school. We ended up making small talk until I reached my cabin and he was summoned by someone.
In the tiny space provided in front of my cabin that was supposed to be used as a walkway, I noticed Shef and Ruby shooting a reel.
The tune of the song was something familiar, and I was sure I'd heard it before. It was the way they danced, taking turns to appear before the camera and thanks to the endless time I've spent scrolling through Instagram reels, I knew exactly what they were dancing to.
'Hey, I like the way he's looking The way he's moving now, I like the way they call him Kukkad kamaal da'
Once they were done, they wrapped up, getting their things together. Shefali catches my eye, seeing me stand behind them and waves.
"Who's that for?" I ask after waving back, taking slow steps toward my cabin.
"Apne kukkad kamal ke vaaste." She answered, fangirling at the thought of this so-called kukkard kamaal.
"Who?"
"Mr. Hussein, who else?" Shefali said that in a 'duh' tone like it was common sense as though someone had asked her, where does SRK live and they replied 'in Mumbai, where else?'.
My brows shoot up at her response. He is Kukkard Kamal for them?
*blargh*
"Kitna hot hai nai?" Ruby cuts in giving a dreamy sigh, following me in my cabin with Shef hot on her heels.
"You lucky bish," Shef pokes me in my arm. "You get to spend day after day with him."
I frown. "So, wha--"
"Does he have a girlfriend? Is he married? Is he interested in someone?"
"I don't--"
"He would definitely have a girlfriend." Ruby claimed, answering her own question with a smack to her forehead. " I'm also so stupid. Who in their right mind would let him go?"
"Tumko nahi malum." Shef asserts. "Gorey ghaas nahi dalte desis ko waha. Khatarnaak racist rehte."
"Not all--" I try and speak up only to be cut off like this.
"Main gori ki thodi baat karri thi. Main to desi bachiyon ki baat karri thi."
"Unlogan goron ke peeche rehte."
"Sahi me?" Ruby turns her head to look at me and questions. I open my mouth to answer her still reeling from the bombardment of questions they shot my way.
