What if Mustafa and Sharjeena had met before Adeel and her engagement?
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"Yumna! Ruko", she called after her sister in the crowd, it was the seasonal fare. As her younger sister ran for the ferris wheel, "Saarey jhulon par baithna zaroori hai kya?" Sharjeena asked, as Yumna frowned, "Yaha dekho maine saari rides ke paise bharey hai, isliye agle do ghantey tak maine saarey jhuley jhulne hai."
Today was the last day of the fair, and Yumna had forced Sharjeena to accompany her.
"Yaar college se thaki hui aayi hu, thoda toh reham karo," Sharjeena pleaded her sister who shook her head, "No, you have to loosen up a little. Mere saath jhula jhulogi ya ghar par baithkar rishta rishta khelogi?"
Sharjeena smiled her dimples peeking, "Konsi ride par jaye?"
"Ye hui na meri behen jaisi baat."
"Iftekhar uncle ke bete ka kya socha hai?" Yumna asked. Sharjeena shrugged, "Dekhte hai..."
"Haan haan, ek zimmedar, padha likha, mature shakhs jo tumhari kahi saarein baatein maaney?"
"Mazak udarahi ho?"
Yumna shook her head, as they headed to the line, "Nahi sach batao... I admire this about you. Aur tumhe aisa hi ladka suit karta hai, aur agar tum un laparwah, gairzimmedar ladkon agar tum reject karti ho, toh theek karti ho"
As they were about to go in the line, Sharjeena's eyes went to the stuffed teddy bears, Yumna noticed her lingering eyes, "Sharjeena tumhe soft toy chahiye?"
Yumna sighed, "Ek kaam karo tum jao mai ek round lekar aati."
"Pakka?"
"Haana."
Sharjeena rushed towards the carnival games, this was her favourite part of the fair. It was a simple a baloon and dart game. She paid the money to employee and got ready on her stance.
"There are chits inside the baloons, and has the name of the gifts displayed back there, you have got three chances to win a prize."
Sharjeena eyed the wall, and the baloons stuck there, she could hit atleast one of them in three chances.
Sharjeena steadied her breath, focusing on the vibrant balloons that swayed gently in the evening breeze. The sounds of laughter, the clinking of games, and the distant music from the merry-go-round surrounded her, but she tuned them out, narrowing her world to the balloon directly in front of her. Her fingers tightened around the dart as she raised her arm.
"Come on, Sharjeena," she muttered to herself, "you've got this."With a swift motion, she threw the first dart. It sailed through the air, but landed just shy of the balloon she aimed for, bouncing harmlessly off the wall. She bit her lip, determined not to miss again.
