"Ten minutes more Mama." I shout back in reply. It's 8:40 in the morning and Mama is at the door waking me up. Like seriously! Who the hell wakes up this early in the morning. And with that I drift back to sleep, ignoring the yells and shouts of little babies in the adjacent room.
Perks of having a cricket team of little babies as your cousins!!!
*****
"Zara." I jolt out of my bed and start to frantically search my room for the source of that voice. I clearly remember it is his voice. His meaning Zaid's voice. But how can he be here? I am sure I wasn't dreaming. My mind is two thoughts until I hear a booming laughter. I look towards the source of laughter and find Zameer, Zaman, Sukaina, Amber and Raina clutching their stomachs and laughing out loud. Zaman was clutching tightly, his phone from which the recording was probably played.
How dare they?!!!!
I stomp my foot on the ground so that they stop their laughter. And it happens.
"Wait and Watch." I yell loudly and stomping my foot I make my way towards the washroom and slam the door shut. Once inside the washroom, I face palm myself as colour rises to my cheeks.
Oh! How stupid of me!!!
*****
"Habibti, what was with you and stomping the floor and slamming doors?" Mama asks and I choke on my breakfast. Everyone is trying to control their laughter.
"Mama it was because...." Zaman trails off because I am giving him a death glare.
"Oh! Zaid!" Mama looks at me and smirks and I turn around to see Zaman mouthing the word 'Zaid'.
So even she is in their team!
"Baba, they are teasing me!" I whine like a small kid and go towards him. I side hug him and he chuckles.
"Okay! No teasing my daughter." He says and I smile at him. "By the way, did anyone hear soft whispering in the backyard garden yesterday night? I thought it was some burglar until I came in the balcony and saw...." He trails off.
"Baba!!! Not you too." I whine again, hiding my face on his shoulder.
And with that one by one come down stairs and the teasing round starts with me alone being the centre of attention. A ping from my phone and it is immediately out of my pocket. It is Farah who is messaging me.
"So what's going on there? ;) ;) ;) "
Her winking emojis were telling some other story. Does she know that everyone here is busy pulling my leg? I look up to see that Sukaina is typing something on her and then she looks up at me and winks.
Oh! She is the one!
" I know that you know what's happening here. So why asking?" I reply back.
"Oh! What lovely roses!!" Khaltu Samana enters the living room and sees the roses kept on the table. They were the same roses that Zaid had given me yesterday. I am such a stupid to keep it there. I face palm myself while the others burst into fits of laughter.
How stupid of me!!
******
Scrolling through my Facebook feed, I stop at a post which Eman had posted. It was a family picture with Khaltu Hajar and Amu Hamid in the centre, Eman on the left and Zaid in the right. But what caught my eyes was that there was another person standing beside Zaid. He had eyes same like Zaid, messy hair, perfect jawline. He looked somewhat like Zaid and Amu Hamid. The only difference between Zaid and him was that he looked younger than Zaid. Eman had captioned that as Missing those good old days :'( .
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Deadly Stalker
Spiritual22 years old Zara Karimi's life is turned upside down when she gets a message from an unknown person who denies giving his name but instead goes by a pen name that sounds evil and creepy. Thinking of him as some prank she goes on to ignore him. But...
