Azaan pouted big and threw his phone on the bed. Maheen just informed him that she won't be able to come to his house because her mother is dragging her to her grandmother's house as they were hosting a party.
Azaan walked furiously in his closet as he wanted to pack for his trip tonight but he was to too bad at it. His mother has always helped him in packing she has always set his clothes so he had no idea how to even fold his laundry.
He picked a carryon bag from the top shelf and placed it on the shetty bench in his closet however when he walked towards the clothes aisle he closed his eyes in frustration.
No no packing is not something a boy like him can do. He angrily stomped outside the closet to call someone who can help him. Any one who knows how to fit big jeans in small bag.
Azaan came out of his room and looked here and there. He bend down from the railing and saw Ayzel sitting in lounge painting something.
"Ayze!" Azaan yelled loudly.
The paint brush fell from the girl's hand as she looked up scared.
"J..ji?" She replied scared.
"Uper aou!" He ordered.
Ayzel gulped and put her stuff away to walk upstairs.
"Bolein?" She said once she reached him.
"Kaprey tei (fold) krne ate ha?" Azaan asks.
"Huh?" Ayzel frowned.
"Yar please! Kaprey fold krne ate ha? Please packing karado." Azaan requested.
"Maheen arahi thina?" Ayzel asks.
Azaan slapped her head slightly.
"Bari ha Ayzel woh!" He chided.
"Usne khud tha mujhe!" Ayzel scoffed.
"Usne?" Azaan gave her a sharp look.
"Unhone." Ayzel corrected.
"Good! Ab chaloo mere sath!" Azaan dragged her with him.
"Packing karou meri ab." He ordered.
"Mujhe nahi ati packing! Mein khabhi kai gai hi nahi." Ayzel said.
"Yaar please! Atleast fold krne to ata hoga na! Please." Azaan whined.
"Kia zarurat ha fold ki? Bara sa suitcase leele or daalde aise hi cheeze." Ayzel shrugged.
"Abu ka airport haina mera? Luggage ki weight limit hoti ha duffer!" Azaan replied rolling his eyes.
"Pata ha mujhe!" Ayzel covered up her embarrassment.
"Chalo ab mein kaprey nikal kr deraha hu! Ache bacho ki tarah packing kardo." Azaan said.
"Kaam ha to mein yaad agai." Ayzel muttered to herself.
"Jo bhi bola wo mene suna nahi! Or mujhe sunaa bhi nahi ha kaam karo seedhe seedhe." Azaan dumped an entire pile of clothes in front of her.
"Ap ek hafte ke liye bhi nahi jarahe itne kaprey?" Ayzel gasped.
"Toh? Roz ka ek outfit!" Azaan shrugged.
"Bhai dunya jahn ki har hotel me laundry hoti ha! Dhul kar ajange! Please atleast jeans to kam kare!" She snapped.
"Chalo 4 jeans sahi ha?" Azaan said taking two back.
"Nahi bas 2 kaafi ha! 2 trousers or 2 pants!" Ayzel said nicely folding the shirts.
"Or mere sneakers kese aynge?" Azaan asks.
"Phen kar jaye! Flight me utardiega wahn jakar wapis phenlega." Ayzel suggested.
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Ishq-e-Khass (special love)
Storie d'amoreThree brother who have a close knit relationship a bond stronger than everything suddenly gets broken. An intruder in happy family also known as new sister. How will Awan brothers deal with it? To find out more please peep in.
