Altering Life (Suno Chanda)

Limits Kinza

I walked gently, clutching the tray of salad. 

"Beti tum Sherry ko bulacar ajau." Agha-Jhee said as he sat down on a chair.

"Magher woto saureh hai, aur bahauth taka weiyh hoinghai qui kai unka flight jo ti, It was probably very tiring that's why you shouldn't wake him up and only peshawer mein Rosa hai."

"Mager beta us hai aana to jhiyah, aur woh poora din sei saura hai."

I decieded to listen, I walked to the door on the left which happened to be Arsal's. "Arsal, tum khana kliya nahi aughey khiah?" I asked as he was brushing his hair.

"Mein abbhi mera chand dey khoon ghah, phir kuch kawn ghah." He said softly.

I nodded and walked to the room on the corner, he was laying down blankets draped around his body. He was as pale as a white man could be, I felt a little sorry for him, but woke him up anyways. My knuckles gently hit the brown door of his bedroom. His eyes popped open, as he got up, he was pained. "Sherry, tum Iftaar karow ghey? Warna tum sojau, kuinkeyh abhi to sirf Peshawer mein rosa hai." 

"Nahi Kinza tum jau mein ata hoon." I gave my normal smile, from afar it looked like a menacing smirk and I really didn't want him to think that.

I started walking down with an emphatethic look, I wasn't that good at keeping my emotions, but I kept this thought in my head, 'Probably because of his mother,' I assumed. 

"Kinza!!!" Shrieked a feminine-like voice I drifted my head to see a figure who curled her lips into a twisted smile, from her visual appeal I could assume it was Jhiya. This look meant nothing good.  "Kinza, tum hein paatta hai, Arsal tum sein mohhabat karta hai, mein neyh us hai dekha tha uskey camrey mein!" She said in a boisterous tone.

"Jhiya, stay in your limits." I warned.

"Kaisi limits? Jab koi limits nahi hoti phir, kui raha hum limits mein!?" She asked menacingly before shoving me aside so she could go to Sherry who just came out of his room, to find a fresh set of commotion.

Jhiya walked to him, before giving him a steel cold glare and walking off. 

"Abb iss hai khiah huwa?" 

"Abb appe kue nahi poochtey? She'll probably give you a better answer then I could ever!" I said sassily before turning on my heel to walk to the dining room.

"Toh, watho kaighi us hai khiah huwa hai, mager woh muijhe nahi batheyh ghi tum hai khiah huwa hai." 

'Perhaps, I should just ignore him.' I thought.

"So, what happened to you? Your rishta got set or did Bee-Jhan decide you were ging to get married to an idiot in our family?" 

I knew this was a horrible way to blow up, but I didn't give it thought. "Suno, if tum London seigh nahi iye waitena phir mein tumhara hasher carlithi. Tum besharam, behaya muslim. I have disappointment in calling you my cousin or my relative, can you not undertand your limits? Or are all Londoners like you people who can't stay in there limits, who can't understand them, or don't consider one's privacy." I could feel my face getting hot and tears filled my eyes as I ran away to my room, my luck I hit Arsal on the journey to my destination, This was the hardest/cruelest mission one could go on.

"Kinza khiah huwa hai? tum ko toh Iftaar par hona chayeih." He said to me in a curious way. 

I wiped the tears in my eyes with the back of my hand.