Short Muslim Love Stories

Chapter 6

Third Person's POV:

She got up from the bed with difficulty. She was in her last month. Whole-body swelled, back pain. Putting one hand on her back and one on her belly, she went toward the apartment door. She thought it must be Faiza or her daughter so she opened the door with a smile. But soon her smile turned into a frown.

There stood an unfamiliar yet familiar person. Her eyes were red and blurry because of less sleep. She rubbed her eyes, so the picture becomes clear. The pieces together and she saw the HD image of a person she despise the most.

Guess who?

Aaisha, the home wrecker, the meesni and chalakomaasi.

"What The Fuck Are You Doing Here!¿!?" She shouted.

*Sorry baby but here swearing was needed* she muttered to her unborn baby.

"F..fatima k...k..ia hum andar.r baa..at kkkr saktay" aisha said stammering. Pregnant women are surely scary.

(Fatima can we talk inside?)

"KU, mein tumhari nokar hon jo tumhara kehna mano gi"

(WHY, am I your servant that I will listen to your orders)

"Please for your child. Logon kay samnay tamasha ban jai ga"

(Please for your child, a scene will create in front of people)

"Tamasha to tumnay mera duniya kay samnay bna hi dia tha or ab tamasha or izzat ki parhi hai tumhien. Khair come inside" Fatima taunted.

(Scene, you have already made a scene of me in the whole world now you are caring about respect. Anyhow come inside)

They both went inside. Aisha decided to sit on the sofa but Fatima stopped her.

"Na to tum meri koi azeez rishtaydar , na tum koi mehman ho. To chup krkay khari raho tangain nahi tootain gi"

(Neither you are my beloved relative nor my guest. Your legs won't beak if you just talk while standing)

Embarrassed, she quickly straightens up.

"Meray pass alfaz nahi hain tumse mazrat krnay kay liay. Mera koi bhi thikana---"