Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 44

Minha Ali
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The car suddenly halted at a corner, causing me to furrow my brows in bewilderment as I turned my gaze toward the driver.

"Why did you stop?", Rabia bhabhi inquired of the driver, who remained silent but gestured toward a group of boys making their way toward the vehicle, their earphones firmly in place.

Among them were Haris, Ibrahim and Zaid. Their backpacks hung loosely from their shoulders as they sauntered across the road, engaged in deep conversation before stopping right in front of the car.

"Utharo", Ibrahim commanded Dua, prompting her to twist her mouth in irritation as she sat back with her arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

"If you don't want chachi to know about your results", Ibrahim said with a hint of mischief in his voice as he pulled out the crumpled papers from his backpack, waving them teasingly in front of Dua. "You need to go back and sit with them".

Almost immediately, Dua sprang to her feet, flung the backseat door open, and perched herself on Mannat's lap.

"Good girl", Haris remarked, removing his ear phones with a casual flick of his wrist.

The three of them squeezed into the passenger seat, a seemingly impossible feat considering their collectively muscular builds that added an extra layer of intimidation to their already mature appearance.

It was a wonder how they managed to fit comfortably together in that confined space, each one exuding an aura that suggested they were far older than their actual years.

"Yaar, tu boht bhari hai, uth", Haris complained, struggling to nudge Zaid off his lap.

"Toh kya tere sar par baithu", Zaid shot back playfully, settling himself deeper into Haris's embrace, who let out an exaggerated groan.

Ibrahim sat snugly on Haris's other side, totally unfazed by the commotion, lost in his own world with earbirds firmly planted in his ears.

The driver started the engine, it's roar filling the road and jolting me from my thoughts. I sighed deeply, sinking further back into the plush seat, with Maani peacefully slumbering in my arms.

As the blazing sun blared down upon us, the congested streets thrummed with life---honking cars, chattering pedestrians hustling about their day, and the vibrant energy of the city. The sounds began to meld together, creating a rhythmic hum that threatened to lull me into slumber.

Just as I teetered on the edge of sleep, Haris's voice drew me back.

"Bhabhi, do you want to listen to some music?", I nodded.

He handed me one of his ear buds while passing the other one to Rabia bhabhi. The familiar intro wafted through my ear, the iconic chords of "gangsters paradise", welled up filling me with nostalgia.

But then, a flicker of her fingers, Rabia bhabhi scrolled through the playlist, changing the song.

My cheeks flushed as the melody of "raat ka nasha", began to play, reminding me of the previous night with Shahmeer.

Why does she have to keep this song in her playlist?

I took a gulp and turned my head to look out of the window.

The lyrics "tera nashila badan~~~", made me squirm in my seat, but I struggled to conceal the effect they had on me.

"Raat ka nasha abhi aankh se gaya nahi~~~~", continued to play, causing me to bite my lower lip in shyness as my heart raced, recalling the passionate events of last night.