Fareesa Dasti is a reckless, bold, gregarious, stubborn yet sweet and sympathetic, 19-year-old girl studying Calculus at the Nobel University. Yet when it comes to her looks and outward appearance she is very self-conscious.
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There is nothing good with getting up early in the morning and get ready for uni to get educated. Why do these people torture us so much? We kids need our sleep! I slammed my bathroom door and took a fresh shower. Getting out of the shower I got ready. I was wearing a peace color long skirt and for the top, I wear a white shirt and on top of it a black, letter jacket. I did my hair. I took a jewelry from my collection box and put it around a neck and put on a silver colored, ball earrings.
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For some reason, I felt happy and hyper too. I don't know that reason for that. I woke up early. I was never happy when I don't get enough sleep or I get grumpy. Grabbing my small white dotted, light blue backpack, I swung it over my shoulder. Humming a tune I skipped down the stairs. I dropped my backpack next to the stairs so it would be easy for me to grab it on the way out. I saw Shahveer bhai standing in front of the sink, washing dishes. An idea came to my mind. I slowly walked toward him and jumped on his back.
"Shahveer bhai!!" I screamed
"What in the world?! Get off me you fatty," he yelled throwing me off his shoulder
"Ah! My heart just broke into thousands of pieces. How can you say something like that to your dear lovely sister, bhai?" I said dramatically
"Whats wrong with you? What's up with your happy mood and the drama?" he raised one of his eyebrows at me
"To be honest, I really don't know," I shrugged
"Something is wrong with you," He said
"And what would that be?" I asked, taking a seat on the chair
"You being mental but then that's not unusual so no worries!" he laughed out
"Haha very funny" I mocked his laughter
"I don't even laugh like that" he complained
"Yeah you are right. You don't. You laugh like a pig" I snorted out, acting like a pig
"Shut up!"
"And what's up with you? Why did you grace the kitchen with your holy presence so early in the morning? Where did the sun rise from today?" I asked mocking him at the same time.
"The east of course! I'm surprised you don't even know that!" He replied playing innocent
"Ok, ok so what's for breakfast?" I asked looking around the table
"Aloo paratha and fried egg," he answered, bring the plate of food in front of me
"Thank you," I smiled
"No prob, sis"
I ripped a piece of aloo paratha and shoved it into my mouth. I let the deliciousness get into my mouth. I moaned, tasting the food.
"Did I ever tell you that you are the best chef in this family," I said with my mouth full of food
"Oh, why thank you. Now close your mouth and eat. It's gross" he cringed his nose.
