Alfaaz

Chapter 13: Noor

Hello!

How are we doing? I'm so glad you all loved the previous installment of Alfaaz. Meyaar was a pivotal point for the story. Setting stage for what is to come. That you all enjoyed it, means a lot to me. Thank you for your lovely comments! And apologies for the delay.

Happy New Year to all my lovely readers! Its been such an exciting and fulfilling journey on Wattpad cause of your constant support. Its been a pleasure knowing you all and I hope that they journey continues in the best way possible! Hope you guys have an amazing year ahead!

Anyway, I like how everyone is pumped that Shravan is back, he is.. Sure *Sadistically winks*. I do not wish to dive into the future just yet, what I do wish for is some light fluffy moments between our young adults! Who's excited? I am!

So Noor, simply put means radiance. Bask in the glory of it And taste it's warmth! Light as hell update. And you guys are in for one hell of a surprise! Let's get on with this shall We!?

Also, if you haven't already heard the song, "Hoor" from Hindi Medium, sung by Atif Aslam, please do! Its a gorgeous song, beautiful lyrics and very calming music. It is very important for this update! The link can be found as an external link <3

NOOR

Pushkar and Shravan were getting dressed in their matching three piece suits. It was touted to be the most happening party their family had ever thrown. The guest turnout expected was tremendous.

Pushkar peered up at his elder brother who was busy setting his thick locks. Looking at himself in the mirror Pushkar was sure now more than ever that his set of height genes were mistakenly bestowed on this lamp post standing next to him.

Shravan noticed the change of expressions on Pushkar's face, smiling he asked, "Kya soch raha hai chotte?"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!" Yelled he, throwing the hair brush away.

"Arey! Kya Hua tujhe achanak?" Shravan looked concerned at the sudden change of tides.

"Chotte nahi hoon mai!" He said motioning towards his own height.

Shravan let out a throaty laugh, "I didn't mean it as an insult to your short comings, tu hai chota, and 60 saal ka bhi ho gaya toh I'll still call you chotte.. provided I'm alive, warna imagine.. you're doing your regular old people stuff like reading the newspaper and suddenly, a gust of wind bellows and you hear a random CHOTTE .. that would be epic!" He laughed more.

Before he could fathom anything else, he felt a pillow hit smack across his face and fall to the ground. A few more followed suit. "Kya kar raha hai! Pagal!" He shouted trying to block the incoming artillery with his hands.

"Arey!" Shravan saw Pushkar lift a vase, "Pagal lag jayegi!" Saying he ducked. Looking behind him he saw remnants of a beautiful piece of decoration.

Pushkar stood pouting with his hands folded across his chest.