Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Pink Leather Jacket

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Zeeniya

"You are zoning out again." I turned to my right, as I experienced a minor pain in my right rib.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked munching his fries.

"I was making plans about landing on planet Pluto. Would you like to tag along?" Tilting my head to the side, I snatched two fries, popping them in my mouth.

"Do I have to tell you that it's 2015 and Pluto isn't a planet anymore. Nayal is correct about your I.Q. level." He finished off with a chuckle.

"Can we go on with one conversation with mentioning him?" I groaned.

"See! For the past few weeks I have felt that we have been drifting apart. Do you actually remember the last time we hung out together?"

"And who's fault is that?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He clearly knew that it was him, half of the time he is at the workshop and the rest he is juggling between university work.

For me it was the same. Even though Nayal and I successfully submitted the first draft of the project but yet there were a number of other assignments and projects happening. Which made it close to impossible to focus on anything else.

The whole thing with Dani was now getting a lot more serious. Luckily Dad didn't notice his absense from school for the last seven days but with every passing hour fear crept in his eyes. He was aware that if Dad came to know about it, he will surely kick him out of the house. He still haven't shared this horrendous information with anyone except for Nayal and me of course.

I have been ignoring Nayal since that biryani thing. (Although I have to admit that it was one of the best I have ever eaten). Okay, more like he is ignoring me. I only see him during classes and even there he is always busy on his phone or IPad. Two days ago Garrett asked about Nayal's whereabouts and I replied 'I'm not his GPS' which had shut him up.

"You know how hectic work is these days. I'm forgetting my meals. By the way Carl's wife calls him everyday, same time. You won't believe it Zeen, I have never seen someone like them. They've been married for 50 years! Can you believe it!" The exclaimed in a childish manner.

"That's way 1970's, dude!" I elbowed him, snatching the console from him.

"It's not! It's called love and it's ..um...cute." There was a sheepish expression on this face.

I turned my head towards him, narrowed my eyes and threw my console on his head.

"Don't admit it but it is cute. Even Mum used to do that." I closed my eyes, fiddling with the locket dangling in my neck, smiling faintly.

"They had always been my ideal couple, SubhanAllah. They were the most realistic and practical yet the most romantic couple I have ever come crossed with." He confessed, finishing it with a little laugh.

For a few minutes both of us stayed in our own bubble. I felt like the wounds didn't heal, I couldn't get it out of my head. Still every single nerve of my body exploded, remembering that, the night I lost a part of myself.

"Were."

"What?" Adam turned to me, confused by my sudden yet confusing words.

"You said were the most romantic couple you have ever seen."

"I'm sorry Zee. I didn't realize, it was just....I'm sorry yaar. And Zee, why don't you talk about it? I'm your best friend, for once let it all out." He stood up and sat down on his knees in front of me.