Minha's Shahmeer

CHAPTER 45

Minha Ali
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"Don't you think you're over reacting?", Rabia bhabhi questioned sternly, her brows furrowed as she turned her attention to Ibrahim, who sat across from her with his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.

The atmosphere was tense. We found ourselves in a small restaurant on our way home because Maani was hungry too. The three of them were still upset for some reason.

I don't understand why they are acting so stubborn and bratty. The driver has said sorry many times, they should forgive him now.

They should also stop giving the man dark looks, he looks scared like he might wet his pants at any moment.

"If you think I'm overreacting, you should seriously reconsider how Uzair bhai will react if he finds out about his careless driving", Ibrahim shouted angrily, slamming his fists on the table, causing Maani to flinch and hug me tightly.

"Tum unhe kuch nahi bataoge", bhabhi snapped, her fierce gaze matching Ibrahim's.

"Koun rokega mujhe?",

"Nakhre dikhane ki zaroorat nahi hai samajh aayi hai...agar Uzair ko aaj ke accident ke bare mein bhinak bhi lagi toh yaad rakhna, main khala ko sab kuch bata dungi", bhabhi threatened, smirking, as she leaned back in her chair and adjusted her dupatta.

"Aap aisa nahi karengi?", Ibrahim exclaimed, narrowing his eyes.

"Try me", bhabhi retorted confidently, taking a sip of the cold coffee the waiter brought.

Damn, this woman! I admire her confidence and how effortlessly she handles every thing.

Mishi shares the same quality as bhabhi; she also knows how to get others follow her decisions without much effort.

We started eating chicken sandwiches while bhabhi merely sipped her cold coffee. Ibrahim continued staring at her without blinking until he finally said, "thik hai, nahi bataunga"

"Smart boy", bhabhi praised smiling, which made Ibrahim roll his eyes and take a bite of his sandwich.

"Main nahi bataunga, par kiya pata koi---", he began only to be cut off as bhabhi interjected. "If by any chance Uzair finds about this, then trust me, Ibrahim, chachi will know, and your dream will remain that ---a dream", she said firmly, with out an ounce of sympathy.

What the hell? Where is this topic headed?

The atmosphere around our table grew tense as bhabhi and Ibrahim continued to glare each other. Haris's voice broke the dead silence

"Both of you need to stop overreacting", he said trying to lighten the atmosphere with his friendly voice. "Aur please ek dusre ko ghurna band karein".

"Overreacting? Seriously? Tumhe lagta hai ke main overreact kar rahi hoon?", bhabhi questioned in a firm voice, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"Yes bhabhi, aap overreact kar rahi hai. If bhai hadn't asked to accompany you here, we would have been at university", Zaid stated calmly looking at her.

"Still, he didn't have the right to behave like that with him. He apologized so many times", she replied in the same angry tone, making me sigh and glance at them with an bored expression.

They seriously need to stop this. It's frustrating to see them fighting over a minor accident. As they were busy bickering two people were enjoying their food, Maani and Dua.

Maani was eating his sandwich while swaying his legs and looking at them as if he's watching a drama. Dua was also busy eating, but Mannat she was looking angry, her eyes turning red with rage as she glared at them and finally