As Aqsa and Azlaan hurried to grab snacks and the Ludo board, Anaya stood there for a moment, watching Azaan, who was leaning against the wall with a smug expression. He looked like someone who always got his way and Anaya couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and annoyance at his confident demeanor.
"Alright, mini hathi" Azaan teased, raising an eyebrow as he met her gaze.
Anaya rolled her eyes but didn't let his playful taunts get to her. "Azaan, you're really pushing it now" she said, crossing her arms.
Azaan chuckled, not fazed by her response. "Kyun, kaise? Tumhari height aur tumhare attitude, dono hi chhote hain." He winked as he flicked his fingers in the air, mocking her.
"Why don't you just go on the roof and leave me alone?" Anaya replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Azaan pushed himself off the wall and walked toward her. He was a little too close for comfort, his presence feeling imposing but Anaya refused to step back.
"Relax, Anaya," he said, his tone softer, but with that usual playful smirk still on his face. "You're not that scary." He said and went to the rooftop.
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Azaan was lounging on one of the couches on the terrace rooftop when Anaya arrived and plopped down on another, her head wrapped in a dupatta.
"Woh log abhi bhi nahi aaye?" Anaya asked, noticing him engrossed in his phone.
"Mujhe kya pata" Azaan muttered without looking up, still glued to his screen and laughing like he was reading a joke book.
Anaya, growing curious, leaned in to peek at his phone. Azaan immediately shut it off and shot her a stern look.
"Don't you know you shouldn't peek at people's phones?" Azaan scolded dramatically.
"I thought you were doing some office work" she replied, her face as innocent as a cat caught in the cookie jar.
Azaan eyed her, noticing the dupatta on her head. "Yeh achanak se sar pe dupatta kyun?"
Anaya adjusted it with great care. "Agar koi jin pakar liya mujhe?"
Azaan stared at her like she had just spoken a foreign language. "Jin chudailon ko bhi pakadte hain?"
Anaya, now fuming, snapped back, "Bakwas mat karo. Yeh sab serious cheezon pe mazak nahi karte. Nahi toh woh sach mein pakad lete hain."
She paused then her eyes widened. "Oh teri! Maina Ayatul Kursi bhi nahi pari!" She immediately began chanting it while frantically blowing on herself, three times for extra protection.
Azaan watched her, a soft smile creeping onto his face. "Ek hi toh dil hai, kitni baar loge?" he thought, absolutely charmed.
Unable to stop himself, Azaan teased, "Tumhe lagta hai, jin ko tumhe pakadne mein interest hai?"
