"People have meet cutes, ours was an Eid Cute . This is the story of the Eid we Met. "
Amidst the fun and chaos of Eid celebration, Maha comes across Isahaq whom she is instantly drawn towards .
Maha is captivated by his gentle demeanor and charmin...
The following part is when Maha arrives at Tahira's house during Eid. Once again, written by my friend -
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Third person POV
Tahira's family resided in a two storied building, one that closely resembled the havelis from the Mughal era. It was built by her great-great grandfather more than a century ago and amidst tall towers and trees, their home displayed serenity and coziness.
It was not only the home of Tahira and her forefathers but the home to thousands of memories, witness of major political events that took place all over the years.
Adorned in magnificent terracota work, with a large courtyard in the middle, the ancient house was entangled with emotions, the main reason why Tahira's father refused to hand it into the hands of developers even after being offered several crores of taka.
Maha noticed Ashar leaning against his BMW. Ashar was clad in a black, sequined panjabi, intricate mirror work decorating the collar. His eyes were concealed behind black and silver Cartier sunglasses.
Maha couldn't tell whether he was excited or sad, as his lips were the usual straight line, face expressionless.
Maha wondered, what if Tahira was here right now? She would call him a zebra or Mr. Monochrome (Tahira has this weird obsession with him being too white) and then Ashar wouldn't be able to resist himself from laughing.
He was tightly holding a packet in one hand, occasionally looking at Tahira's bedroom's window or changing glances at his chauffeur who sat behind the driving wheel of his car.
"Ashar, hii. Is everything alright? Are you waiting for someone?"
"Ummm...no I mean. Bapar achhe," (there's a matter )
He avoided eye contact with Maha and kept his eyes focused on the ground while speaking.
Maha didn't know what to do, so she stepped inside to ask Tahira what was going on. Her friend won't hide anything from her.
Stepping into Tahira's room, Maha saw her friend sitting in the middle of her bed, eyes facing the azure blue sky outside.
She wasn't wearing her glasses, her brown hazelnut eyes were rimmed with thick black kohl. The plain, cotton fuchsia saree was loosely draped over her shoulders, long ivory hair waltzing with the wind. She just looked like Tahira, plain, raw and simple, no lipstick, no foundation, just her sunkissed face, a gentle reminder of how pretty women could be.
"Haye shundori (beautiful). How's miss model doing?" Maha teasingly complimented Tahira, going to sit beside her friend on the bed.
"Are you dressed up for a certain someone?" Maha wiggles her eyebrows and nudges Tahira, " What's going on girl ? I saw Ashar outside your house. The guy is clutching some kind of packet and leaning against the door of his car. I asked him if he was waiting for someone but he just replied in his usual robotic manner."
