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Nawar and Usaamah

" Nawar, if I find your hair unbraided by the end of the day, you better be ready to say goodbye to them" Hania warned her twelve years old daughter while brushing her hair.

" But Mama, I don't do it jaanbujhkar, wo toh apne aap hi ho jaata hain" the little girl pouted at her mother.

Nawar had inherited her grandmother's hair and just like Duaa, her two braids reached her waist and were dark brown in colour.

Hania loved her daughter's hair but they were impossible to deal with. To top that, her daughter somehow manages to mess them up even before she's back from school and then it would be a mammoth task to untangle and brush them again.

Also, her little girl is overtly sensitive and her big green eyes would immediately start watering the second a knot is tugged at.

" Be good at school today and miss me" Hania cuddled her baby girl closer after helping her get ready for the day.

" I love you Mama" Nawar kissed her mother's cheek and hugged her tight before running towards her father who was waiting in the car for the kids.

The little ones were dropped off at school by either of their fathers and picked up by them or their grandfathers. The kids were too precious to be handed over to any outsider.

By the end of the day, Nawar was a worried mess. Her hair had come undone and now she dreaded her Mama's wrath. Her Mama could be dangerous when she chooses to especially when she warns you about something.

Nawar knew she cannot go to any of her sisters or grandmothers because somehow the news would reach her Mama and she would have to chop off her hair.

Then it struck her.

" Uzzy" Nawar knocked softly on a door lest someone hear her.

" Uzzy?" She whispered loudly and the door flung open.

Usaamah.

Nawar immediately crept inside his room and plopped down on his huge bed much to her eighteen years old cousin's amusement.

" What did you do?" Usaamah asked the naughty little girl.

She always does some shaitaani and then seeks protection from him.

" I didn't do anything!" Nawar crossed her arms and huffed at him in annoyance.

Why does everyone assume she has done something? First her Mama and now Uzzy!

" Toh aise choron ki tarah kyu ghus aayi andar?" Usaamah sauntered towards his desk and sat down on the chair.

He was completing his pending assignments that were due tomorrow. These papers were worth half of his grade and if he wants to graduate early, then he'd have to give in his best.

Usamaah was a brilliant student and would always ace his class. He had decided to graduate earlier than his batch as he wanted admission in a foreign business school. He was even working on his credits to make his resume impressive.

" Nawar what happened princess?" Usamaah asked after a few minutes when the little girl just pouted at him, indicating she is naaraaz with him.

" You also scold me like Mama without even listening to me. I'm not going to talk to you now" she should have just stormed out of his room but what she did made the young boy smile in affection.

Nawar had turned around and laid down on his pillow, covering her little body with the huge quilt trying to be invisible!

Oh what would he do with this adorable little girl!