i am at the verge of killing Furqan. that kameena had the nerve to blow all my money. ugh! he's so annoying but god i love him so much too, he's like the brother i never had. he is my best friend and he's always there for me, protect him at all costs.
frustrated, just as i get home from uni, i run towards my room. mama won't be home till another hour. i see that there's this really pretty kurti waiting for me on the bed. so it's definitely not my birthday, i mean who would forget their own big day and i have no idea why it's there.
after wasting time, i hear the door of the lock opening. finally, answers. i mean mama is home. i greet her, offer to carry her bags. then calmly and casually approach the subject of the random appearing of clothes by saying "mama, i really appreciate the dress, it's absolutely gorgeous, but direct cash would've been better. bloody Furqan blew away my money on food again."
mama looks disappointed, either she hates Furqan or what but she reminds me that i really need to stop hanging out with him that much, log kya kaheinge. but i don't care. then she tells me that some guests are coming. "but what does it have to do with me being all dolled up?" i question her.
"wallahi Noor why is your iq level so goddamn low. what even did i do to deserve such a stupid child. khuda de wastey kuri they are coming for your rishta." mama really has lost faith in humanity, i think.
i can only let out a simple yet effective 'oh'. this sucks, to think about it. i'm too young for people thinking of me that way, i'm only 24. my head hurts and i seriously wasn't ready for this, i head back to my room. but mama stops me before i go, she needs to tell me something else too.
A.N: ok so this is definitely not one of my best works but im super excited about this plot so yeah y'all will have to deal with it, i guess. anyways, if you find this acceptable, spread the word please? tell your friends about it.
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