𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧~

18• An Enchanting Date.

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The 18th chapter's here...
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Author's POV
     "Besharam..." The voice echoed in the hallway, followed by gasps, startling Youssef and Haya. Haya quickly opened her eyes and pushed Youssef, causing him to stumble and nearly fall down the stairs, but he managed to regain his balance.

     "Ya Allah! Aap theek to hain?" Haya asked, holding Youssef's arm to steady him, while he looked at her with narrowed eyes. Embarrassed, she bowed her head.

"Lo bhai, apni chidiya ab apni na rahi," Abbas said, looking at Haya.

"Chidiya?" Haya repeated to herself, confused.

     "Waise Youssef, tum se ye tawwaqqa nahi thi. Is na-cheez ke single hone ka khayal hi rakh liya hota," Zain said dramatically, pointing at himself. Realizing they must have seen them kissing, Haya's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she shyly stood behind Youssef.

"Bhai, waise, you both have rooms. You know that, right?" Huda teased.

     Youssef, annoyed, said, "Dafa ho jao tum log yahan se, warna acha nahi hoga." The three made faces, while Sahar laughed at their playful banter.

     "Haan haan, jaa rahe hain. Hame bhi koi shauk nahi hai dhoke baazon se munh lagane ka," Zain said, wiping away fake tears. "Follow me, kids," he added to Huda, Sahar, and Abbas as they headed downstairs.

     "Yeh tum sab kahan jaa rahe ho?" Youssef asked Abbas, who was about to step down. Turning back, Abbas replied, "Lo bhai, pate ki baat sune aap. Ham teeno ki aaj koi class nahi hai, aur iss Zain ko hum aghwa karke apne saath le ja rahe hain." Youssef gave him a thumbs up as Abbas went downstairs with Sahar.

     Youssef then turned to Haya, who was still shy, hiding behind him. He cupped her face with one hand and asked, "Kya hua? Why are you looking tense?"

"Abbas bhai bhi the..." she murmured.

He chuckled. "To kya ho gaya?"

     "What must he be thinking? It's all because of you..." she whined, hitting his chest with her fists like a child.

"Who told you to ki..." She stopped mid-sentence, and her fists also paused.

"Who told you to do what, Haya? Complete your sentence," Youssef teased her.

     "To... aaa... tooo—uh, leave it. The main thing is, bhai pata nahi kya soch rahe honge mere baare mein. Agar unhone Mama ko bata diya phir..." she said, her eyes widening in worry.

     Youssef chuckled and replied, "He'll think nothing, and he won't tell anything to Chachi. And even if he does, why does it matter? You're my wife, Haya."

     "Huh... wife? Oh yes, I'm your wife, right, right, right," she said but then whined again. "But still... I'm not going to talk to you." She hurried downstairs, while Youssef called after her in a louder voice, "Begum, tum hamesha maidan chhor ke aise nahi jaa sakti!"

     He muttered to himself as he followed her, "Ise ajeeb apne hi mood swings ho rahe hain. Pal mein tola, pal mein masha."

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     "Hum is par jayenge?" Hareem asked in surprise, pointing at Ayaan's sports bike, which he was starting.

     "O hello, Mrs. Ayaan! Yeh koi aisi waisi bike nahi hai, meri pyaari shezaadi hai yeh. Ise kuch bura kaha na toh dekh lena," he said in defense of his 'shezaadi' and made her wear the helmet. "Hurry up now, hop on," he added while Hareem shook her head and reluctantly sat on the bike.