MOM SAYS I NEED TO HANG OUT WITH GIRLS MORE

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"um can you like not mention you being friends with boys. not that it's a bad thing, actually it is..."

"mama, we've talked about this, there is no way that i'm ending my friendship with Furqan."

"yeah but atleast don't mention it, not to Shaheer anyway."

"who the jahannum is Shaheer now?"

"the guy who thinks you're pretty and is willing to sacrifice his whole life to your sulky face, that's who. keep up bachey."

"fine, then i guess i won't. anything else?"

"not really, just go and get ready."

i go to my room, and obviously the first thing that i do is call Furqan. maybe he'll know what to do, or can just crack some weirdly inappropriate jokes. i don't know, i really don't see me being married off to this random guy.

ugh, Furqan isn't picking up. the only other option is to message him, which i do. explaining the whole situation. mama yells from downstairs if i'm actually getting ready or not.

i guess i'll do this one for her, aren't desi aunties extremely picky. they'll probably not think me as worth their chaand jaisa beta. and that's how i will get out of it.

after i'm changed, i start with my makeup. i cake up my face with foundation, so i look kinda gori. then put on a winged eyeliner because i'm extra. i put on blush because that's the only other thing i know about makeup. and to finish it off, blood red lipstick that screams kuttey main tera khoon pee jaon gi. i do look pretty, kind of.

i hear my phone ring. it's Furqan, late as always but atleast he's there. in between the call, he requested video to make sure i'm okay and that i'm not lying when in fact my face is stained with tears. i accept his request. his reaction is weird. when he looks at me, all he says is 'woah'.