okay so basically there is a Fawad Khan doppelgänger at my doorstep and he has gREEN EYES. and no i'm not even being the slightest bit sarcastic. i'm literally awestruck, while mama whispers from behind, 'told you so. mother knows best.'
the guy, who i assume is Shaheer says salam. i let him in the house. following him are two women. the one in front, the older one appears to be his mum. her hair is turning grey and her skin kind of wrinkly but as she turns around, she has the same green eyes, hers have a warmth of kindness in them.
the last person to come inside is this young woman of around 22, she has this bob cut, dark brown hair with light brown streaks and golden brown skin. she takes off her sunglasses and she has the most loveliest pair of brown eyes ever, the ones you'd want to stare in them forever. i wonder if she's a model though.
the whole family has pretty genes, god damn it. i take them to the drawing room (why is it called the drawing room, i mean we don't draw there, right?). aunty and Shaheer take their place on the three-seater sofa while the girl (whose name is Huda, i later learn) sits on the double seater opposite. mama is on a chair now. and because it's a no-brainer, i sit beside Huda.
"ghar mil gaya na araam se?" mama attempts to make conversation now.
"araam se kya, google maps se mila hai." aunty replies. we all laugh.
i like her instantly there. we sit there for a while making small talk and laughing a lot. i'm having fun. not so bad after all. i look around the room and catch mama's eye, she's motioning to the kitchen.
Ay khudaya, now starts the actual process.
A.N.: um okay so here is the thing, in my previous chapter there was quite a lot of misunderstanding so before you get butt hurt, i don't hate men, the statement before was clear sarcasm, my attempt at being funny, and it's a goddamn fictional character speaking, not me. p.s. this is not a feminist handbook, it's just a sarcastic asshole's point of view of their life. oh and also, thanks for reading and don't forget to spread the word. <3
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