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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"It's time to wake up, so wake up now. Ammi is about to enter the room, and I promise you'll regret it. Wake up, yaar."Inaraa's loud voice disturbing my beauty sleep.
"Five minutes yaar Inni, please let me sleep. Saturday and Sunday are holidays, right?
So, there is no need to worry. So sleep and let sleep." Grumbling, I cover myself with the blanket head to toe.
"Acha, you're gonna regret this." My little demon smirks at me.
"Is that donkey awake? Wow. Seriously, what did I even expect? NUMAIRA, wake up!
You brat! How many times do I tell you. Pin your hair with a clip before sleep.
Look at you! Birds may get confused about why their nest relocated to a human's head.
I'm telling you, it's about time you lose all your hair and go bald.
When your In-laws arrive with flowers to adorn your head, they'll pull your hair with a pin, and they'll be shocked.", Mum is such a lovely woman...
"Why maa?" Inaraa interrogates curiously.
"Because she'll be bald then, and when they pull that hair pin, then the hair wig will also fall down due to the force."
"And the groom would scream 'BETRAYED' on the day of her Nikkah!" Bhai says nonchalantly.
"Okay, maa, I'm awake. Let's keep my bald going story afterward. And if I go bald, then I'll find a bald groom."
"Who's getting married to a bald groom?" My dad inquiries as he strides into my room.
"Your lovely daughter! Numaira!" Hasadh perks with a happy tone.
What a family, healthy family...
"Who's even going to let her get married?" My father places a kiss in my forehead, patting my soon to be bald bird nest of a head.
I hope it isn't that bad.
"Acha ji, you're not going to get her married?" Mom perks up at that.
"No. Never." Abbu is serious now.
This is fun.
"Okay, no problem, don't marry her off to anyone Abbu, Maa I'm so hungry. Please let's eat." Inaraa abruptly ends the fun that was about to begin.
That reminds my mom of the reason she came here, which now turned to be a special
'Let's roast Numaira show'.
"Yes, come on, I'll feed you guys. Numaira, come soon!", I trailed off, unsure about me getting out of the bed.
"Sure mi jaan..." I sense some soothing feel at the back of my head only to turn and see my lil brother's fingers massaging my head.
