Written in the Stars

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"Don't you tell me, I was actually sitting on a freaking dead body all this while?!" Dina yelled, eyeing the coffin under the seat, that her butt sat on not even a hour ago.

"Stop screaming woman , mere kaanon ke kheede mar rahe hai!" Yaseen muttered, his lips sealed in a thin line.

( the germs in my ears are dying )

"Mere Allah. Please give me patience." Dina prayed, almost on the verge of crying.

"We have to bury my Abba Jaan soon! His body must've already started decaying." Momin Bhai exclaimed, picking at his ear drum.

"Have you both lost it?! Aap dono ko kuch akal bhi hai. You are talking about a deadbody, not to forget it's Momin Bhai's father's body. How did you even kill him?" Dina shouted.

"Hayee! What is this girl saying, Yaseen? Astagfirullah. My Gul e Rana will be very upset." Momin Bhai said mortified, closing the van's wing mirrors.

Dina could only slap her forehead, frustrated to the core now.

"Dina! Dina! Momin Bhai's father passed away a few hours back from Alcohol poisioning. He informed me that he was going to bury his father's body in the outskirts of the city, so I thought why not join him." Yaseen whispered dragging her aside.

"Why in the whole wide world did you think this was going to be a good idea?!"

Yaseen sighed as if disappointed.

"How insensitive can you be?!" He harshly whipered, walking towards Momin Bhai.

Dina, was questioning her own sanity at this point. Was she overreacting? Was having a dead body in a van normal?

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Not long after, the trio along with the dead body reached a cemetery. The golden rays of the magnificent sun had shyly began peeking out.

All this while, Yaseen who was now seated on the coffin complained like crazy.

Dina refused to even look at the back seat. She was seated in the shotgun while Momin Bhai drove Gul e Rana.

The mere thought that she had planted herself on a dead body was enough to make her sick to the core.

Unloading the coffin from the backseat, Momin bhai and Yaseen inspected the the cemetery.
Dina leaned against Gul-e-Rana as she breathed heavily. This was ridiculous.

"Momin Bhai?" Dina called out softly, "Don't you want to atleast give him a proper funeral? I mean he is your father after all."

The man turned towards her, as he dropped the coffin on the ground.

A layer of moisture covering his forehead as he stared at her with his hands on his hips.

"Perhaps. But, I honestly don't have any emotional sentiments attached to him." He shrugged, brushing his shirt sleeves upwards.

"You are serious?" Dina questioned, utterly shocked.

"As serious as my love for Gul-e-Rana."

"Aaaahh, I believe you." Dina replied shaking her head. A grin gracing her face unknowingly.

Was she being insensitive to smile over a dead body being buried? Perhaps. But it didn't seem to matter at the moment.

"Dude! Dina! Turn off the god damn headlights,man. They are burning my freaking eyeballs." Yaseen screamed from near coffin where he was taking pictures.