Aairah's p.o.v.
I had to wake up early at 5am again. As always...my bodyclock never co-operated with me ever...since the last 8 years I have been setting my alarm up and never once did I wake up without the alarm ringing. I guess my wants to tell me something, my nightmares don't let me sleep .but right now I don't have time....I quickly go downstairs to have some breakfast only to realize mum isn't up yet. I always lazy when it comes to cook up my own breakfast. Ugh come on Aairah you are 22 now...people live on their own by this age unless you are a brown girl bought in a brown family...you leave your parents house only when you get married...but I wouldn't leave my parents house even if I had the choice...why you may wonder...isn't it obvious...free laundry,free electricity, free water and most of all free FOOD...what more do you want. So I decided to make pancakes and as I take out the flour I remember Mom saying. "Kabhi tho kuch Desi banaya kar...Sara din pancake Nutella karthi rehthiye. Moti ho jaaegi. Tere pathi ko Kya khilaegi. Kaun karega tujhse shaadi." (At least once in a while make something Indian food. All day Nutella and pancakes you want. You will get fat. What will you feed your husband. Who will marry you.) I let out a small laugh as I could literally hear her say this right now...and since I'm in a great mood today as it is Christmas and I get to give gifts at the hospital and the special needs school and visit the old age home. I thought ok let's make some indian breakfast. So I keep the flour away and make a rice batter for dosa (indian pancake.) I ground some coconut to make chutney(dipping sauce) all this gets done and it was 6:30 I hurry up eat the breakfast and packup the gifts in the boot of dad's suv. I have to go and pick up Avery and Sabrina and we will be going to all 3 venues together...it's going to be great day. My family and I don't celebrate Christmas but hey as long as you can party with family eat and fun we are all up for it...more like we need a reason to party.
It's around 9 when we arrived and I'm guessing the kids will be up already done with breakfast...Avery was being the Santa Claus more like scrawny Claus. So when we reached the hospital. We greeted everybody and went to the nearest children's ward.
We entered yelling merry Christmas. The kids cheered and they went another santa...they were so excited to get more gifts. After distributing the gifts we asked Sandy a 12 year old.
"Hey Sandy Merry Christmas you already have gifts and what's with 'another santa'? ""Oh you don't know we just met Santa and he was so believable. Except the voice you know...very thick." He said as a matter of factly.
"You hired a Santa did you?" Sabrina asked looking a little surprised.
"If that's the case I'm getting out of this crappy suit you call Santa Suit." Avery said as she started unbuttoning the suit and getting out of it.
"I never hired a Santa that would be too pricey. Oh shit." I left everything and ran to the next ward, oh God what if the kids are in danger. I take out what was most dangerous weapon in my bag.... pepper spray. You might be wondering why...Dubai is the safest place for girls...but hey just being safe...and see the right situation is here.
I slowly sneak behind the so called Santa when one of the kids notice me, I motion them with a finger on my lips to silence them. Sabrina was surprisingly quiet I point at the table at the corner which had some emesis basin (kidney shaped container) she carefully goes and grabs one. I come close enough to him and call him out."Hey you...you aren't supposed to be here nobody gave you the authority." I say firmly. Waiting for him to turn and just as he did I empty the pepper spray into his eyes...he screams in agony and falls to his knees with Hands covering and rubbing his eyes. The more you rub the worse it gets as soon as he is down, Sabrina gives one hard whack on his head and he falls unconscious on the floor. She hits him one more time, "Double tap...always double tap watched in zombieland."
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Prince Heartless
Fanfiction#No. 346 on what's hot list on 9th November 2016 Any girl would jump at the chance of getting married to the Crown Prince of the land of gold Dubai. But no not Aairah who calls Dubai home. Funloving, Sweet, Carefree independent and innocent to see...