ishq kavita

Chapter 2: Daneen

It was a chaos. Its always chaos when Biya is getting ready. Its been 1 hour and 4 minutes and the waiting time isnt over yet.

“Dina, go get her yar. Whats taking her so long? Be quick or else im leaving without you two.” I roll my eyes. Average older brother behavior when they learn driving and are suppose to be your chauffeur to every place. I huff and take my khussas off for the second time.

“Dinaa! Hurry up! We are leaving without you!”

“Coming!” she yells back.

We were getting ready for Zoha Aapi’s mehendi. Another desi wedding function where you apply henna on your hand, dance, eat and just have a lot of fun. Zoha Aapi was Ravi’s close friend and she used to come to our house a lot when they were both studying medicine together. So as Bhai’s sisters, we got close to her too, hence the invitation to such an event.

Climbing the stairs down, I stopped to look at myself in the reflection of the large mirror our father bought for the hallway. I was wearing a bottle green, silk, long frock with golden thread work on the square neck and the gher. Maa did my hair into fishtail and she even put kajal on my lower lids. My makeup was minimal and I looked pretty. I know that. Just like the fact that my name is Daneen, I know I am pretty. It runs in the fam.

“Husn e pari lag rahi hay aaj meri bachi.”

Dadi calls out from the living room. She must have seen me staring at myself. Instead of walking towards  Bhai again just to hear him brushing about leaving without us, I walk to dadi. She is our paternal grandmother. We all live together. My grandparents, my parents and my 2 siblings.

“Thankyou Dadi. its the same frock I bought with you. Do you remember?” I twirl.

“Last saturday?”

“Yes, when we stole Baba’s credit card to go shopping! It was so fun!” I giggle and make myself comfortable in her lap. Im 21, yet she never tells me i'm too old to sit in her lap anymore. I love it, she loves it.

“Mhm, I remember. This looks so pretty on you. Mashallah! May god save you from bad nazar!” she places a soft kiss on my cheek. I return the favor by kissing her on the forehead. “Thankyou Dadi! You are literally such a cutie pie.” I kiss her again.

“Sara pyar aap donon ke liyay hi hay? What about me dadi?” that little rat comes barging in. My sister is very pretty. She is wearing a white anarkali with pink and gold work on the sleeves and neck. Her hair are tied in a low bun and she has a lot of makeup on. This girl.

“Both of my granddaughters look like hoor mashallah. Come here Rabecca.” she kisses her on both of the cheeks. Rabeeca smiles and grabs my hand. “ We are getting late dadi. See you later, byee!”