In the morning, Miraal woke up, took a deep breath, and noticed Behlul sleeping on the floor. She couldn't help but laugh softly. "Hahahah, my poor brother is sleeping on the floor," she chuckled.
Behlul remained fast asleep as Miraal got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After getting ready, she threw open the curtains and turned on all the lights to playfully tease him. She then stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy some fresh air. Gazing at the sky, she whispered, "Yallah, please, I'm eagerly waiting for him. I hope he will come today before we leave for our house." She raised her hands in a pleading gesture, eyes closed.
Looking down, she saw Kabir working out in the garden. An idea struck her, and she laughed softly to herself. "Who does their workout in the garden?" she mused. She grabbed her water bottle from the bed and threw it down at Kabir. Quickly, she hid behind the balcony wall, stifling her laughter to avoid being heard.
Kabir looked up, momentarily distracted, but he soon dismissed it and continued his exercise. Miraal, seeing that her initial attempt hadn't worked, threw another splash of water. This time, Kabir noticed a glimpse of her red hair peeking through the balcony grill. He grinned, silently slipping away to retrieve a water pipe that the gardener used for watering the plants.
Miraal, puzzled by his sudden disappearance, peered over the edge to find him. Just as she was about to look away, Kabir turned on the water pipe, aiming it straight at her. Miraal's face was drenched in a sudden splash of water, and she screamed in surprise. Kabir's laughter echoed up to her as he continued to wield the water pipe with playful precision.
Miraal, now soaked and laughing uncontrollably, called out between giggles, "Kabir, you're so dead!" Kabir, still laughing, continued his playful assault, making sure she got a proper soaking. The playful exchange set the tone for a lighthearted morning, with both of them enjoying the unexpected fun.
Kabir, observing Miraal's reaction, smirked and said, "If you're bad, then I'm your dad."
Miraal raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Huh? What a joke."
Kabir leaned in slightly, his tone mocking. "I'm three years older than you, which means I'm three steps ahead. You really think I'll just let that slap slide so easily?"
Miraal crossed her arms, her expression defiant. "Oh, really? And what are you going to do about it? You think you can intimidate me just because you're older?"
Kabir chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's not about intimidation, it's about respect. I might be older, but I've got more experience dealing with stubborn people like you."
Miraal rolled her eyes, her frustration evident. "Respect? You mean the respect you just lost by making a dumb comment? I'm not impressed."
Kabir's smirk widened. "Is that so? Maybe you're not, but you're definitely going to have to deal with the consequences of that little stunt you pulled earlier."
Miraal took a step closer, her tone challenging. "And what if I don't? Are you going to make me?"
Kabir raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor shifting slightly. "You might want to reconsider. You're poking the wrong bear."
Miraal's eyes narrowed. "Oh, please. I'm not scared of you. You're all talk and no action."
Kabir grinned, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "We'll see about that. Actions speak louder than words, after all."
Their exchange was filled with tension and amusement, each of them testing the other's limits while barely concealing their smiles.
Miraal was now fuming. She stomped back inside, seething with anger. "I can't believe he did that!" she muttered as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up again.
