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After taking shower, I come out of the bathroom all dressed up. I take the towel in my hands and pat dry my wet hair. Standing in front of the dressing mirror I take a glance at my self. My yellow shirt with long sleeves was touching my knees. It was matching my yellow shalwar (trousers).
I slip into a pair of black flats, which I find resting near the dressing mirror, on the floor.
Holding the white towel in my hands, I walk into the balcony of my room and spread it on the railing of the balcony, so that it may dry.

I start back inside my room and brush through my waist length black hair. My hair isn't thick and luxurious like models but still they are better and I love them.

I hold a bottle of body lotion in one hand and squeeze it on the other palm.
I rub the palms together slightly, and then massage on my arms and neck then whatever is left on the palms, I massage on my hands.

" Arzu. My child."
I hear my mom calling my name from the living room.
"I am coming, mom." I spread my dupatta over my shoulders and chest, and leave my bedroom closing its door behind with a clicking sound.

Our house is neither too big nor too small. But it is a lovely comfortable double story house with two bedrooms in each story. A living room and a dining room.

I walk downstairs and my eyes land on an unwanted object. Well, I know it is rude to call a human being just an object but I wish that he could be really an object, so that I could throw him in a trash can and get rid of him happily.

" As-salamu alaykum." He rises from the sofa and I see him smirk at me.

"Wa-Alaikum-Salaam," I spread my dupatta over my head properly and head towards the kitchen.

" Mumani Jan (Aunt) is in the kitchen. You should accompany me."

I take a halt in my steps and turn around to face him. I shoot him daggers through my eyes and hear him giggle.

" How dare you to laugh?" My blood pressure increases rapidly whenever he is anywhere in front of me.

" Do I need to ask for your permission to laugh or cry? My sunflower." He comes near me and I take a few steps back.

" Sunflower?" I sneer.

" Wearing all the yellow dress and glaring at me through dark black eyes. You look like a sunflower, that must be in my garden." He takes two steps further and I again take a few steps back until my legs touch the table behind me.

" I think you need a reminder of the last slap." I snap at him.

He looks at me with a still stare and then bursts into laugh. He walks back and sits in the sofa.

" Why are you laughing like a mad man, Junaid, my son." Mother enters the living room carrying a tray of tea and cupcakes.

" Oh Mumani Jan. Arzu is hilarious. She has a wonderful collection of jokes in her brain."

A sudden urge of breaking his jaw builds up in me but I have to suppress it, that is why I take the cup of tea from the tray and take a sip.

"It's wonderful that she told you a joke because she seldom makes jokes and laugh on them." My mother smiles at him and serves him more cupcakes.

" The credit goes to my company Mumani Jan. I am a jolly person, everyone loves my company." He bows slightly and sitting straight in the sofa he glances at me in amusement.

I instantly look away in irritation.
" Mom, I am going into my room. I have to study." I get up from the single sofa.

" I shall take my leave too." He also gets up, putting down the empty cup of tea on the table.

" Oh my son, stay a little more. You have just come."

" No, Mumani Jan. Not today. Some other day. In Sha Allah."

My mother pats him on the shoulder. And goes back to the kitchen. He starts towards the main door and I put one foot on the first stair-step but hear him saying my name.

" Arzu."

Against my will I turn my head to look at him, with furrowed eyebrows.

" Your slap is the most entertaining joke and unforgettable too". He fakes a laugh and goes out of the main door closing it behind with a bursting sound.
I stand in my place for a little while in confusion and then hurriedly ascend the stairs.

I enter my room and remove the dupatta from my head to let it slip down my shoulders and chest. I sit on the bed and my dupatta slips down one shoulder from one side and remains hanged over the other.

" He disgusts me. Why doesn't mother see his viciousness." I clench my teeth in anger and ball my hands into fists.

" Ya Allah, save me from the evil." I pray in my heart and then look around for a book.

While studying suddenly my cell phone beeps and a text message appears.
I open it and find the schedule and details of competition sent by Madam Arfa. This brings a smile on my face and I forget about Junaid and the irritation that he brought with him.

I spend the next few hours in study of my books and notes so that I can be free at night to work on the story for the competition.

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