They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Nazre jhuka kr Jb muskurate ho toh Kmaal Igte ho , Koi puche Mujhse Ishq K baare me toh uska Jwab Igte ho .
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Mishti lay sprawled on her bed, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains barely stirring her from her dreams. She yawned lazily, stretching her arms before turning her head. Her half-open eyes landed on Riya, who was sitting cross-legged near her head, scrolling through her phone with an expression of mild annoyance.
"Riya," Mishti mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep, "why are you here so early in the morning?"
Riya didn't even bother looking up. "It's afternoon, Kumbhkaran ki aulaad," she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.
Mishti's eyes flew open, the words jolting her like an alarm clock. She shot up in bed, her hair a disheveled mess. "What?! It's that late? Why didn't Ansh wake me up?" she blurted, her voice a mix of panic and disbelief.
Riya snorted, finally putting her phone down. "Because, madam, aaj Sunday hai," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Mishti blinked, the realization settling in. "Oh... Then I should sleep more," she declared, flopping back onto her pillow with a contented sigh.
But Riya had other plans. Without warning, she yanked the blanket off Mishti with a dramatic flair. "Get up, gadhon aur ghodon ki raani! How much more do you plan on sleeping?" Riya's voice was firm, her expression exaggeratedly stern.
"Riya, yaar!" Mishti protested, grabbing at the air in a futile attempt to retrieve her blanket.
"Oh, hoo!" Riya said, feigning mock surprise. "You're shouting? That means you're awake. Good. Now go and brush. Muh se badabu aa rahi hai subh subh (Your breath is lethal this early in the morning.) She wrinkled her nose for effect and pointed dramatically toward the bathroom with her index finger.
Mishti glared at her, muttering under her breath as she dragged herself out of bed. "Bahut hi buri hai," she grumbled, shooting a half-hearted glare in Riya's direction before trudging toward the bathroom, her slippers dragging against the floor.
Riya watched her go with a triumphant grin, leaning back against the headboard. "That's what I thought," she said to herself, shaking her head with a small chuckle.
Ooo
Mishti leaned against the couch, a self-satisfied grin on her face. Riya, sitting next to her, glanced sideways with a teasing glint in her eyes. "What exactly did you do last night that's making you so smug today?" she asked, dragging out the words, her tone deliberately playful.
Mishti reached out and pinched Riya's arm with a mischievous smirk.
"AAOOOUUCH!" Riya yelped, dramatically clutching her arm. "Mishti!"
