Numaira Bilal Shareef, an 18 year old student pursuing her education in a university, known for cheerfulness, an extroverted, kind girl who loves her family more than anything and everything.
She did not expect that she'd love someone other than he...
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Numaira' POV...
Rays of sunlight cascading through my window, lighting my room with a soft glow. Pushing aside the curtains, I was admiring the view of sunrise. To be honest, I was never a morning person, but today was an exception as it was going to be a new day of the next phase of my life...
Was it easy to endure this, these kinds of jittery feelings? No, I'm not getting married or something, just going to start my university. Yes! Business management for one reason, make money, support family, and get settled in life. I wasn't independent by any means.
I'm just trying to be helpful to my folks. But terrified with the prospect of growing up at all.
I mean, we all wanted to grow up soon and be adults, but when we are finally adults, we want that beautiful childhood back. I'm just 18, but I'm still terrified seeing how time goes on...
Holding on to my cup of coffee and trying to stop the nervous jitters in my stomach, I gaze at the plants near the apartment buildings, which was carefully watered by my neighbor Mrs. Shamla George is a proud homemaker and my favorite woman.
She is such a sweet soul she is living with a 14 year old son who is a very bubbly and naughty kid. Their pet cat Titu and Chummo are prancing around the corridor with a nonchalant attitude.
When I lift the cup to have another sip , I just noticed my coffee has been finished, and this is my second cup. If my mum gets to know about this, she might surely throw the coffee stacked up the shelves.
Without any remose! My mom hates my coffee drinking habits. She simply thinks it's so bad, but that same woman drinks 5 to 8 cups of tea without any obligations for her health.
Dropping the emptied cup at the study table, I noticed my attire the chosen one . White kurta paired with golden colored dupatta. White, the color surely gives me peace, serenity, and confidence. The white top that my mum chose for the day with a golden border hung up in the room makes me feel what I am trying to avoid.
The nervousness I feel is just too much, and trying to divert my attitude, I notice the clock and SHOOT! It's time to get ready if I'd have to avoid getting whacked by my mother, Mrs. Zubaida Bilal Shareef, the most punctual woman you'd ever meet. Well, at least all my life, I've seen her being punctual to the point of perfection.
After a warm bath, tying my brown wavy short curls into a simple ponytail with a gold hair tie and tucking my unruly strands I saunter down the stairs with nonchalance which maybe similar to a cat untill I hear a thundering call of my name. "NUMAIRA BILAL SHAREEF! GET DOWN YOU LITTLE BRAT! WILL YOU EVER LISTEN!? HOW MANY CUP OF COFFEE DID YOU WOLF DOWN! 2 CUPS? YOU KNOW WHAT?... I'm so throwing every sachets out. THAT'S MY PROMISE, YOU HEAR?"
"MOM, SORRY, sorry yaar! Seriously, mom, I was so nervous, you know, I even made tea for you with so much dedication and love, Mi jaan! Elaichi and ginger! Look at that sizzling cup of perfection! Only for you!"
But seriously though how did she even find out? In return to all this buttering, I am at the receiving end of a death glare.
"It's okay, leave it, Zuby, it's her first day to Uni. Isn't it obvious that she'll be nervous but Numi, don't do that again because if she throws all those sachets out, then think about our situation without coffee? Absolute walking Zombie Appocalyse!" My Abbu jaan comes to rescue.
Who ever said step family don't care for you like your do? They didn't meet my Abbu. My mom was married to an influential family in Trichi , Tamil Nadu. Arranged marriage with a happy family? And everyone were happy except my mom. With a lot of abuse, she adjusted herself due to the wrong mysohinic stereotypical family expectations.
Two children with the man, conceived at the age of 18. My brother Numaidh was born, and after two years, I arrived, an utter disappointment of being a girl child that is. Nothing could console my biological sperm donor that I wasn't a disgrace nor a useless peace of flesh. What did it result in? More disrespect, verbal, mental, emotional, and physical abuse to my mother, who couldn't give them another boy child.
One day, I was a child of 2 years accidentally and pushed the vase in the nightstand. My grandmother saw that and started to beat me up with her oh so precious cane cause I broke her favorite vase which was more valuable than me, I was bleeding due to the fragments of broken vase poked in my knees and toes. My mom saw the scene and snapped.
She eloped with me and my brother to Chennai. She got divorced with great difficulty after 2 years, and poor education surely had her almost dead, but she survived.
Too tired to reach the court for divorce hearing, she took a taxi for reaching. Punctuality, that'swhat lead her to my AbbuJaan. A new taxi with a driver just as new, standing there, waiting for a customer. Imaan Bilal Shareef, age 21, trying to start his own business as a taxi service, took the first step of investing into buying a car and driving it.
Very first customer with 2 children. A little girl baby wouldn't stop crying with a scared little boy, their mother looked worn-out with life yet her fierce protective hold on her children made his heart race with respect and genuine admiration for the women in light pink saree.
From that day, the little family traveled with him to court in contstant time intervals. She finally got the divorce after a year. Zubaida received a proposal from a man younger than her by a year.
She tried to refuse, but they say love happens without any reason, expectations of any sort. She too fell in love with him truly deeply and madly. The new family shifted to Delhi with a new hope of survival, a new start, and a second chance to live.
Now, after 16 years ZEN CC. is a small traveling agency with 1 tour bus 3 mini vans, 4 cars, and my father's priced possession, his Audi A3( personal use only ). Life has more than fair to us by God's grace. My elder brother Numaidh, age 20, is a very smart student with an ongoing medical degree who wants to become a general surgeon, working damn hard for it.
My little sister, Inaraa, age 16 wants to become an engineer, is going to grade 11, and little brother Hasadh, age 14, is reaching grade 9 this year. My mom teaches kathak during evenings, her greatest passion ever since her childhood days.
"Ok, fine, now have your breakfast and move. Otherwise, you won't reach the Uni on time... or you're fine with it?" The sarcastic drawl of my mom is reminding me that I'm getting late! "Sorry Mi Jaan, Abbu come let's finish our breakfast." I eat a lot but breakfast during school? Never mind, but due to my mom's death glare, I will have to bury the plan of skipping it.
Wolfing down the dosa with some coconut chutney we both hurry to the 'Macho', my dad's Audi, not before smacking my little siblings in the back of their head, hollering and screaming a bye to My mom, Shamli Aunty and their 14 year old Sachin along with their pet cats, while my mom looks with half amusement and annoyance and Shamli Aunty matches my energy by waving her hand above her head and screaming " Don't bite your teachers heads off!"
"I'll try, but no promises!" I wave and get inside the car. I'm ready! Atleast I'd hope so...
This, was the first chapter. Please let me know your thoughts...
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