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"Just put it like this, yeah!" early in the morning i found myself, guiding the florist who is decorating the flowers on our gates. All the Eid decorations were done, but the main gates are still left to be completed.
I woke up early today; usually, I go back to sleep after Fajr prayer, but today I didn't. Instead, I showered and slipped into my Eid outfit.
"Is this okay now?" he scans the entire gates, which is now decorated with white and pink flowers, then looks at me, waiting for my answer.
"Yep! Its looks good now." I say. "good job, boy." He chuckles and rubs back of his neck before speaking.
"Thankyou."
To his credit, he's James, a blonde with blue eyes, and we are good buddies. James and I became friends the last time he came for Eid-ul-Fitr decorations. He was listening to a song called 'Heartbreak Anniversary,' and I absolutely loved that song. I was happy and asked him about his music taste, and to my surprise, we share the same taste in music, which led us to become friends
"You're welcome," I say. "So, are you done here?" He grabs his bag and throws it over his shoulder before answering. "Yeah, I'm done," he says, running a hand through his hair. "By the way, happy Eid." A smile curls on my lips as I wish him the same.
"same to you!"
I watch as he makes his way out of the house. In a few hours, guests will start arriving, and I'll have to interact with them, even though I don't want to. I've never been a people person; I prefer to be in my own zone with a few chosen people, a cup of coffee, and, of course, my books.
Average introvert.
My eyes linger on the gates for a while before I pull my gaze away and start heading inside. As I walk, I catch a glimpse of Azhar, who is standing in the garden with a phone pressed to his ear, laughing I've never seen him laugh while talking on the phone-something is off. Am I about to meet my sister-in-law soon?
The idea itself sends a thrill through my body. I approach him on tiptoes, careful not to make a sound. Soon, I'm right behind him, and he hasn't sensed my presence yet.I tap on his shoulder, and he slightly flinches before turning around and raising his eyebrows at me. He hangs up the call, muttering something I can't quite hear.
"Eid Mubarak!" I wish him. A smile touches his lips as he wishes me back. He's dressed in a black kurta and shalwar with the sleeves rolled up, and a silver Rolex watch on his wrist.
Okay, my brother is handsome, but he doesn't need to know that.
"So, who were you talking to that made you smile so much, huh?" I ask feigning suspiciously. "Am I going to meet my sister-in-law soon?"
He laughs and as his grey eyes sparkle. "No, wake up, my dear sister," he says. "You aren't meeting anyone. And as for your question about me smiling while talking-" He lets out a small sigh before continuing, "It was one of my very good friends, mostly business-related."
