Nia's POV
We had no other plans so we just gave Alia a shot, and the Idea wasn't bad after all.
I said It wasn't bad, okay? That means neither good, I warn you.
She basically asked us to wander around the street like we're a well-cultured family who's lost or something.
Good family because, as a matter of fact, no one helps the poor nowadays. Just imagine, a beggar asking for help in poor language vs a rich asking for help in sophisticated british accent, who would they help? Yes, exactly.The rich.
According to the plan, one of us is pregnant because the baby bump grabs the attention and sympathy, always works well.
This word Pregnancy scares me so much. I don't know why, But how could someone keep a half-dead creature which even kicks inside them? and for like 9 long months? And then letting that creature out from their Hoo-haa.... can't imagine how much it hurts. I know we all are born the same way, but it still scares me.
"Let's decide roles then!" Alia squeaks.
"Who's the pregnant lady, at first?" Asks Tariq, staring at me and Alia.
Why only girls, god?
"I'm never ever gonna play this role. Never" I spit out quickly as if I was nervous. Its weird to accept in front of them that this term scares me.
"Ah, I remember someone hates this" comments Zaid. He still remembers? Didn't expect that.
"Oh yeah, how can I forget? But Zaid, You remember too much of her,isn't it?" Tariq winks at him, making him roll his eyes. OOPS, ATTITUDE.
" But then we just have one last option," he says and we all stare at Alia.
I can bet Alia's saying Why me? inside her head, it's written over her face. But I can't help her with this.Pregnancy= gross.
She unwillingly nods. This was her idea and she could not say no now. So put off my jacket revealing all the wounds on my wrist. It was weird as they were staring. I don't like people staring at my beautiful red bruises. Aahh, It makes me blush.No, Not.
I made some sort of ugly cushion out of it and asked Alia to adjust it inside her shirt as if it was a baby bump when the guys looked away. We subsequently adjusted it somehow and asked them to look. This is weird and awkward.
They nodded. "What now?" I say.
"Tariq, you are her husband" says Zaid. Well Mr.Zaid, your random statements aren't funny. This guy literally stays quiet for hours and then suddenly pops up with something awful at an instance.
"What? Why me?" Tariq lifts his shoulders , as if he's not interested playing that role.
"because you are a great actor, and no one could play it better" Zaid smirks, making Tariq blush hesitantly. "Fine.No more discussions.Nia, do you have that wig and moustache you were wearing right back?" Tariq asks.
"Unfortunately,no.I wish I had those" I sigh.
"I was just thinking You are too much into becoming a man,aren't you?" mocks Zaid.
"No,any issues?"
"Getting a transplant won't be bad , just a recommendation"
"don't try to get on my last nerve that this very moment, Zaid"
"Oh, you got nerves? isn't brain necessary to have 'em? "'
"You even know the meaning of brain? Didn't expect that"
"yes, but do you?-
"STOP GUYS.THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO PLAY YOUR DEBATE " screams Tariq at us, making me realise there's no point wasting my time on this little shit.I don't like him.
"Fine then.What role do I play now?" I ask like an annoying 13-year-old rich teen.
"Zaid, you are my brother.And you are his Wife" Tariq points towards me.
"WAIT WHAT? I'M NOT PLAYING THIS" I hit my feet on the ground, again like an annoying 13-year-old rich teen.No way I'm doing this.
"Nia, you don't have any other option.I expected this sort of reaction, this is why I asked you if you had your wig and stuff.I was going to make you our dad, but now, no alternatives"
"Can't you be my brother?"
"Then Zaid has to be your husband"
"He could be your brother"
"So you want to be brothers and sisters with Zaid?" chuckles Tariq.
"Yes, won't mind," I say, after a small pause.
"it would be weird.No similarities, we would clearly get revealed at an instance" finally says Zaid.He might get a point.
"Exactly. He's right. So the first deal is done, Nia.He's my brother and you're his wife. Plus, it's just an act, don't get bothered. You don't have time to get bothered" Says Tariq and I nod forcefully.
"Fine."
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Author's Note
I don't know why but I might feel demotivated as no one comments their reviews! I'll be happy asf if I get to know hat you guys think about this book, I might boost up my writing speed!
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