The first light of dawn had just begun to peek through the curtains of Mustafa and Sharjeena's new apartment, casting a faint, ethereal glow over the room. The space, newly decorated with festive lights and traditional ornaments, was a far cry from their old rundown place.
In Karachi, the pre-dawn stillness was only broken by the gentle rustling of the early morning breeze, carrying with it a hint of the sea.Sharjeena had been up for a while, preparing for the day's prayers. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the shower and the occasional splash of water as Sharjeena showered and got ready. Mustafa, cocooned in the warmth of the bed, was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the approaching day.
With a tender but firm touch, Sharjeena shook Mustafa's shoulder. "Mustafa, uth jao Fajrnikalta jaa raha hain"
Mustafa grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Sone do yaar, Sharjeena. Panch minute bad utha dena"
Sharjeena voice was gentle but insistent as she tapped his shoulder. "Mustafffaaa, utho, 6 baj gye hain, aaj Eid hain, aaj toh Fajr padh lon"
With a reluctant sigh, Mustafa slowly pushed off the covers, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. As he stretched and reluctantly prepared for the morning prayer, Mustafa grumbled under his breath. The early hour, combined with the promise of starting a new day with religious fervor, was not his idea of ideal wake-up conditions. His mood was distinctly grumpy as he shuffled out of bed, but it shifted the moment he saw Sharjeena.
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She stood in the dim morning light, dressed in a pristine white salwar kameez, her hair in her natural waves and her demeanor calm. The sight of her, so serene and radiant, made Mustafa's grumpiness fade away. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and affection. Despite his initial reluctance, he now felt a twinge of excitement. "Pyari lar rahi hon"
Sharjeena's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Bas? Itni si tareef"
Mustafa raised an eyebrow playfully. "Tumhe dekh ke toh lagta hai, Eid tumhare bina adhoori hoti. Tum toh sach mein chand se nikli hui lag rahi ho aaj."
Sharjeena felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. "Acha, ab tum bhi jao, jaldi se fresh ho jao," she said, trying to hide her blush. "Mustafa 7 baj jayega, Eid ki namaz miss ho jayegi, tumhein Masjid bhi to jaani haina."
Mustafa chuckled, giving her a lingering look before heading to the bathroom. "Haan, Ja raha hun."
Sharjeena, still blushing "Tumhara salwar meine press kar diya hain, wohi pehen na"
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Sharjeena had organized a festive gathering at the new home for Eid, inviting her family, and Mustafa's sister Sidra. The apartment was decorated to welcome neighbors, who would come by to enjoy the delicious sawaiyan.
