وہ جھیل سی روشن آنکھیں
کوئ راز ہے ان میں گہرا

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  Two men stood in the broad street, one with brown hair and the other with black. Both tall but the one with the brown head was a couple of inches taller. A sleek silver car stood by the black metal gates, two bats hovering above them in the darkness of the sky, the silver night enveloping everything in its cloak as they both talked.

Both were alarmed when they heard a scream followed by quick footsteps and light giggles.

The one with the brown hair which fell into his eyes ran a hand through them, quickly turning around as two figures quickly ran out, one trying to catch the other, not noticing his presence.

The brown haired one let his grey eyes close which seemed silver in the twilight, hands forming fists as he followed the giggling and screaming duo.

"Dua! What are you doing? Are you a child? It's middle of the night and you are running around in the streets!"

Ali's fuming voice quietened Dua down and Amna who was trying to catch her, quickly grabbed her hand in triumph.

Dua ignored Amna's cry of victory and turned around, her pin straight black hair reflecting the moonlight while her chocolate brown eyes glowed in the golden lights of the large street lamps, a frown appearing on her face when she heard Ali.

He walked closer to them both, glaring at his younger sister, Amna, which made her run back inside while he directed his glare at the nineteen year old girl standing before him.

"Nazar kamzor hai ya andhi ho? Nazar nahi aaraha mera dost kharra hai? Dupatta lo aur andar jao."

(Are you blind or weak-sighted?
Can't you see my friend standing there? Cover your head and go inside.)

He kept his voice low because of the presence of his black-haired friend and walked back to him.

Then, in the darkness of the night the brown of her eyes melted into a black ocean, the moon residing within them as she walked back inside, her gait confident as the black net of her dupatta covered her hair and her lissome fingers held it up to veil her face loosely, only her eyes that glared at him, the bridge of her nose and a few rebellious strands of her her hair visible.

وہ خفا خفا سی آنکھیں

She went back inside and Ali turned to his friend when he heard the large iron gates closing.

"Who was this?"

Ali eyed Sikandar for a second and then shook his head, pining his hard gaze on the mischievous smile on his face.

"Sochna bhi nah."
(Don't even think about it.)

To be continued.

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I could not help myself.
The first chapter will be continued from here.

It's just a sneak peak.

Do you guys like it? What do you expect from this one?

Vote and comment if you like it and want me to write it because I am not sure.

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