After I do's

Chapter 3

We watched videos on her phone till the battery died. After that we just conversed about movies, she told me all about the movies that had come and will be coming soon. She said that I should know about them since we'd watch them on Netflix. 

Just Netflix? or Netflix and chill? I tested her by acting coy at which she looked at me with disbelief. Of course I had heard of Netflix even if I didn't use it, Haris did and how could I forget when we shared a room while my room was being renovated he'd watch Netflix at night and would not settle for less than the LED with the huge audio system claiming that he has to focus to study for his exam. 

I knew that he was studying media science, but surely there must have been more to it than watching movies. This resulted in many sleepless nights because of the brightness and volume so instead of wasting my time trying to find sleep I'd finish my pending work.

When she joked about my knowledge of memes, I pushed the coy act further by deadpanning and stating a blunt answer at which she let out a heavy sigh and started explaining me what memes were and how you read them. When she showed me a few memes on my phone, some of which I had already seen, to Zaib-un-Nissa's dismay I read the memes agonizingly slow and just stared at the screen and then at her. After holding on to what little patience she had left, she let out a defeated sigh. It was rather amusing to see her 'show me the ropes' and how she thought I was oblivious to the world of social media.

It was time for Zohar when we both got out of bed to go for lunch. Lunch went by fast as both my siblings were out and Dad had gone to office for an important meeting. So it was only me, my mom and Zaib-un-Nissa at home. During the lunch, mom talked to me and Zaib-un-Nissa a little and then we went back to my room. 

'What do you do for work?', Zaib-un-Nissa asked while going through her clothes in the wall closet.

'I am the COO of my Dad's corporate.', I replied while reviewing the sales analysis report. 

'Oh! Don't you want to know what I do?', she asked while taking out two suits in her hand.

'You did MA in interior designing and now you're a housewife.',  I said nonchalantly.

'About that, I want to work. I can't just sit here and do nothing.'

'You can't work. It's too risky. If it had been one of our own girls in your position, I would have no problem with her working.'

'What does that mean?', she asked with her whole attention on me now.

'You know what I mean.', I gave her a pointed look before he assembled the papers in his hand into the file.

'You know what I don't care if you have a problem. I am applying for the position of architectural technologist and you can't do anything about it.', she said with sass.

'Zaib-un-Nissa, you and I both know well that I can pull a few strings to make sure you don't get employed nationwide. So be a good wifey or else bear the consequences.', I replied sternly.

'I look forward to seeing what a pathetic excuse for a consequence you'll throw at me.', and with that she grabbed her dresses and went to the bathroom not before slamming the door loudly.

She came back out wearing a fancy long grey dress that was intricate with white pearls and silver embroidered pattern beneath which she wore grey plain shalwar. She didn't spare me a single glance and picked up her phone before placing it near her ear. 

She looked almost ethereal despite her light makeup and a dark maroon lipstick which didn't match with her dress in anyway. She looked pissed off when she once again dialed the number and tapped her foot on the ground with one hand placed on her hip. I prayed for the safety of whoever she was trying to reach. I let out a chuckle at my thought and she glared at me.