Assalam-o-Alaikum!

Thanks a lot for all the positive response for the new story plus all the encouragements and appreciation was worth a push for me to update fast ;)

Pizza hut gave us a large fajita free over a large pepperoni pizza today, I inquired why? the Filipino lady sweetly smiled and replied coz its tuesday Madam o-O well if Pizza hut can show such love why can't I show some to my lovely readers? ;)  As in I got the pizza You take the update :)

so I have decided every Tuesday gonna be the update day!!!

hope u like it <3

Happy Tuesday :)

2 | PAIN AND CURSE

Shehry 

A sunny bright morning | Lahore

"oow! Shehry stop pulling my hair" Maha yelped rubbing her head and her silky soft hair went loose from my grip once again. She turned around facing me with a cross look at her face. "this is not how you make a braid Shehry" she added and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up Maha! turn around and stand still" holding her shoulders I spun her round and once again split her hair in three parts.

"Lemme make a ponytail. You are such a waste of time Shehry" She further complaint and I mimicked her tone at her back.

"min min na ker chamaat mar deni mein ne" 

"I told you to watch that tutorial" She reminded me.

"Why don't you watch that yourself and learn to make your own hair?" I countered, overlapping one strand of hair on the other trying to make her braid.

"ub sab kaam kia mein khud karoon gi? Tum kis liye ho?" She boasted while munching on her sandwich. "It's been years that you are making my hair but still you take so much time" Maha and her complaints. God! I smacked her head a little.

"shut up and eat, you will miss the bus"

"I can't finish it you forgot to add salt again Shehry! I told you I will make the sandwich, huhn!" I rolled my eyes.

"Salt high rates blood pressure. So avoid salt" I tried to come up with an excuse and she made a disapproving sound.

"ae lo ji finally the prettiest braid in the world is ready" I announced giving the final turns and twists before I tied the bottom up with a black band. Maha turned facing me and held her braid in her hand looking down at it.

"you know what bhai! Everybody in school recognizes me even from behind in almost no time" Maha stated and I frowned.

"How?"

She raised her braid showing it to me. "ye ulti pulti chutiya has become my trademark now days" her already big eyes widened even more as she replied.

"then why don't you cut your hair and give some peace to my poor brain?" I faked a smile and she pouted.

"Ammi would have happily brushed my hair, made my braid and she'd have loved my long hair. Ammi hoteen to mujhy koi problem na hota" she stated innocently though I knew that little patakha very well. I leaned in and held her ear.

"owww!!! Shehry!!! kan choro mera"

"Vaddi vaddi gallan na ker. Qad vekh apna; 2 foot ki hea nai or zabaan motorway jitni" I gave a little careful twist to her ear ignoring her constant slaps on my hand.

Suddenly a loud irritating horn banged right near the gate and I had to leave her earlobe just to shove my index in my own.

"I swear I will kill your driver someday or burn his horn" I gritted my teeth.

"oh please do it Shehry! us k bad tum khud mujhy pick and drop dena. I hate this van" Maha quickly picked up her bag and wore it over her shoulders in hurry as she ran towards the gate and I rolled my eyes.

She was almost near the gate when as my daily habit I looked in her room assuring she didn't forget anything and suddenly I caught sight of her practical notebook. "hey wait wait wait! Maha!" I ran out after her and caught her near her van.

"O ruk ja ruk ja! Kali Aandhi!!"

"What?! Shehry stop calling me names!" she turned and gritted her teeth grumpily as I heard her friends already sitting in the van giggled.

"Hi Shehry!" one of them waved at me smiling and I waved back. "Hello!!"

"You forgot this" I showed Maha the notebook and she smacked her forehead grabbing it from my hand and turned towards the van when I grabbed her elbow.

"Bari soni hea teri saheli ye hi wali, is da number hea na tery pas? Nai to ajj le aeen yad nal" I stated innocently annoying Maha who punched in my abs making me groan. "Pervert!" she turned and stepped inside.

"Allah hafiz!" I waved, the driver gave surf. "Recite Ayat-ul-kursi!!!" And like every other day, I reminded her aloud as the van drove passed me and saw her arm pulled out from the window showing me thumbs up.

I stood there until the van disappeared from the corner of the road and then huffed up turning away entering in the house.

Ammi hoteen to mujhy koi problem na hota. Her pouty face flashing in front of my eyes, her words echoing in my ears making my heart ached inside since she had uttered them.

Maha was only three when Ammi Abbu left us, she could hardly remember the love and affection, all she got was me and Hussain in her life. But still my heart pained at the mare thought that even Maha could have enjoyed motherly love and she could have been brought up under the thick protective shade of a caring father but....

My heart felt heavy and my feet unknowingly moved towards their room where still after so many years I could feel their presence. Hear their laughter. Sense their warmth around me as if Ammi will call me asking me to fix her glasses or Abbu will scold me for pulling Maha's leg. As if me and Hussain will sit in their feet and start our most favorite childish feud; Ammi loves me more... No! Ammi loves me more and then Maha will come and hug her from behind claiming herself to be the most beloved of Ammi and then Ammi will smile kissing her on her forehead giving her statement in Maha's favor.

No Shehry, there will no more be such laughter, no more smiles, no more happiness.... complete happiness. it was long gone.

A tear escaped my eye as I stood in the door frame looking inside the room finding Hussain sleeping calmly on their bed.

Saying that I moved on after Ammi Abbu, was wrong, I still miss them, crave of their presence and love and support but somehow I manage to keep a mask on my face, a mask hiding all the pain showing smile to Hussain to Maha to the rest of the world. But Hussain, he couldn't put any mask, still after all those years Hussain failed to move on.

Maybe because he witnessed all that, he was right there and in front of his eyes Ammi Abbu left us and he couldn't do a thing... no body could have done, death is inevitable. 

We both missed Ammi Abbu equally but the difference was; I was broken and Hussain was shattered.

Heaving up a sigh I stepped inside and walked up to the bed, sitting on the brim I picked up the photo frame from the side table.

My fingers caressed their faces, their happy smiles. Smiles that didn't know they were about to fade away... smiles that seemed forever, smiles that once used to be our life and today... just a memory. 

Another tear rolled down and dropped on the glass frame right over my face, my smiling cheerful face. I shut my eyes firm and kept my palm over my mouth trying to suppress the whimper about to escape my throat.

"kitney khush thy hum! Kitna theek tha sab! Phir q? q zaroori tha ye hona? Q chaley gaye Ammi Abbu?" questions I had asked for a zillion times to myself but still unable to find the answers.

Just a minute back we all were happy, laughing, enjoying life and the next moment... just a moment and my life went upside down. That car, that man who went berserk in the driving seat... Ammi Abbu, that crash, that accident... God!

I opened my eyes and found my vision blur. Wiping the tears off my face I kept the frame close to my thumping heart and laid back in the bed next to Hussain. I held it firm over my chest and wept silently letting the tears fall off.

Shutting my eyes I stayed like that trying to calm my heartbeats when I felt Hussain moved a little, my head turned over the pillow and a frown spread across my forehead as I found his expressions disturbed; he was shaking his head left to right. I quickly got up sitting straight in the bed.

"Hussain!" I touched his shoulder and felt him shaking.

"Ammi!"

And my heart dropped down to my stomach once again as I heard his low painful whisper, I tried to hold his hand but found them already fisting the bed cover tightly. 

"Abbu! Ammi!"

"Hussain! wake up! Hussain!!!" I patted his cheek when he all of a sudden jerked straight in the bed with his heartbeats louder than ever before and his breathing badly disturbed, his eyes bloodshot as if he had been crying.

"Hussain!" I touched his arm softly and he turned his head looking at me, I felt his eyes piercing into mine holding shadows; of grim of fear and pain. He visibly gulped down realizing it was a nightmare again and looked back at his front with his head hung low.

He looked tired, tattered. "mein pani lata hoon. Ruk!" I offered and was about to leave the bed when he stopped me.

"Am fine"

For a few minutes there was dead silence, we sat there not looking at each other drowning in the same memories feeling the same pain.

"Ammi Buhat khoobsurat lag rahi theen Shehry!" Hussain's words brought me to reality and I looked towards him; he hardly talked about them after they left us. "Guess what! she was wearing purple, your favorite" he was smiling and my heart was in constant pain.

Looking at Hussain no one could say he was 27. He looked like a small kid, got lost from his Mummy.

"She was so happy. Abbu was so happy" he added looking in the space. I slowly moved my hand and rested it over his shoulder.

"I wish I never forced them to stop there" he shook his head with a painful whisper and I quickly moved in the bed going to his front. "It was my entire fault Shehry! I wish I never stopped them there, where death was waiting in the face of those inhuman, insolent heartless people " he grabbed his head in his hand starting all that useless baseless rant once again.

"Hussain! stop this for God's sake" I held his wrists and pulled them down. "Nothing was your fault. See! life and death is all predestined, it was their destined time Hussain" though every word itched deep in my soul but i had to calm down my 27 year old brother who was acting like a 7 year old.

"it was a vacation we planned for them yar! It was supposed to be happy and joyful but..." my own eyes turned moist and I looked down feeling tired and weary.

"but it took them away from us. Far away Shehry!" Hussain completed my sentence, his voice sounded like a stone been thrown in a shallow cave.

"It wasn't destined, it was a murder. I wish- I so wish I could find that man and tear him apart, bit by bit destroy his life, ruin every relation he has. I want to give him the same pain he gave us, I want to....

His voice hiccuped and I pulled him in, hugging him firm "Bus ker ja Hussain!" I stroked his back as he wept over my shoulder and I let my own tears fall down over his.

Maya 

A snowy afternoon | Kashmir

Om Namah Shivaya... Om namah Shivaya... Om namah Shiv....

"Bhabi?"

"Radha Bhabi!" this time I jerked her shoulders screaming in her ear and she opened her eyes, seeming totally annoyed and pissed off.

"I lost my count again because of you" Radha bhabi glared at me as I stood straight back again.

"People are losing their lives, their loved ones and here you are lost count of a chant and reacting as if you have lost your mind" I pushed her grumpily and she fell on the couch giggling at my anger.

"Seems somebody has just had an encounter with Shanta Bua and had a lovely conversation" Radha mused knowingly.

"I so wish I could break your teeth and turn you into something worse than Bua" I was seriously annoyed by this oblivious behavior of people around me.

"Why are you such a restless soul Maya? What do you want now? What is going on in this little head of yours han!?"

"I want to serve humanity"

"Serve here then" Radha countered.

"People are dying there"

"they are dying here as well. Serve your own people rather than going border across for social work darling!" she smiled patting my cheek but I jerked her hand off anyways.

"tch! Maya your brother will never agree upon sending you there. Why do you even desire for something which is impossible? It will only break your heart dear" she took my hands in her and spoke softly, genuinely.

"Oh God! bhabi am so tired of this indifferent and insensitive attitude of people here, including you! I swear my brain will explode someday" I held my head in my hands. Why don't they understand?

"Maya! thora araam de apne damagh ko or bhagwaan ji ko bhi. tujhey to banane k bad se ek minute bhi sakoon se nai bethe hon ge Krishna ji" She complaint and I glared at her.

"It's not me Bhabi! It's from the hospital trust me I didn't volunteer my name for the camp, they gave mine themselves" I tried to clear and Bhabi smiled.

"Yeah! Only because they know you are a doc cum social worker, the famous samaaj sevak. So whose else's name would be suggested?" She smiled sweetly at me and I pulled my hands off her grip.

"Doctor Ranjeet and Dr Ashok are going as well" I informed her.

"Meri mano or bhool jao ye sab Maya!"

"But Dev bhaiya studied abroad as well" I argued throwing the strongest point I had but Radha seemed unmoved. "If he can study where he wanted, why can't I go and that even for a noble cause?" I wasn't someone who could easily surrender and that on a valid point? No ways!

"Because he is a he and you are a she" she rolled her eyes in a matter of fact tone as we walked into the kitchen.

"Cow's poop!" I snapped. "I am not to going to fall for this stupid orthodox so-called family bakwas okay!"

"Ohkay" she chuckled as if I was kidding. Kidding?

Waving a hand in air she headed towards the stove and looked into the pan picking up the ladle. "I am serious Bhabi!" I reached for her arm. "And resolute as well" I firmly added.

"So is panchayat my love! Very serious!" she patted my cheek as she softly smiled. My teeth gritted and hands fisted at my sides but Alas! I couldn't convince her.

"I WON'T LISTEN TO PANCHAYAT!!!" fisting my hand over the counter I literally screamed my frustration out and she looked at my face with her eyes wide and mouth party open. "I am not a kid. Am 26 and I can decide what is good for me and what is not"

"Maya you have spent more of your life in Delhi that's why you can think like this but sweetheart! Here panchayat takes all the decisions. And they have all the rights"

"But I haven't given rights to any so called council to take my life decisions Bhabi! Am an adult and I can clearly.... What?!!!" I noticed her gaze above my shoulder and her eyebrows shooting up gesturing at my back.

"Shanta Bu'a!" she mouthed and I turned around finding her standing in the door frame with a cross look at her face, every feature screamed disapproval....disapproval....disapproval.

She walked in, huffing up with her head in a constant shake. "kehti thi mein Shiva ko, chori ko itna srr na charhaye, mager nahee! Mein hoti he kon hoon bolne wali"

"chori rasoii mein haandi choolha karey he achi lagey hea, sasural mein digriyan nai jati sath" Bu'a kept on blabbering as she picked up the lids from the pans on the stove and peaked inside checking the food. Vaddi aai food inspector. Huhn!

"Susral jana he kisey hea Bua?" I crossed my arms at my front and looked at Bhabi who was giving me shut up glares and I rolled my eyes ignoring her horrified face. "Neither am dying to have a typical pati dev in my life nor am dreaming for any prince charming. So it's decided; I am not marrying anytime soon. Am happy in my job"

Bua turned and looked at me sternly "Mhari maan ja chori ye bhoot utaar le sr se, panchayat na mane gi thari ye bekaar ki ratt" and addressed directly.

"kia chori chori lagaya hua hea Bu'a! naam hea mera or ek bat ap kaan khol ker sun lijiye! Mein kisi panchayat ko nai manti, ye meri zindagi hea or mein jesey chahoon gi guzaroon gi" snapping on her face I barged out from the kitchen.

"Hey bhagwaan! Kuch nai ho sakta chori ka" I totally ignored her at my back.

I was still in Mummy's tummy when my late father came in her dream and asked her to name me Maya. Mummy was happy but not for long as our family pandit strikes the news that the name was cursed and I shouldn't be named that but as it was my father's wish and he was no more so Mummy followed it anyways and..... died giving birth to me.

So from that day till this day, I-Was-Stamped-As-Cursed. And Shanta Bua never called me by my name.

Anyways let the past be past.

I grumpily crossed the lounge and walked up to Dada's room, there was no one in the entire world who could understand me better than my brother.

"Dada! Da....

Entering in his room I found it empty. I walked up to the bathroom and thumped the door hard. "Dada?" But it burst open. "Where has he gone?"

"Sarpanch ji called him an hour back" I heard Bhabi at my back on which I instantly turned. "it was some emergency, he said they are having a meeting in Panchayat" she informed me.

Emergency?

Bhabi started folding the bedcover and then placed it in the cupboard when something clicked in my mind. "Bhabi! Can we attend the panchaya...

"Maya! For how many times do I have to tell you?" but her glare couldn't even let me finish my innocent wish.... Poor me!

"now what's wrong in attending a panchayat?

"Lerkiyan nai jateen wahan"

"Per mein jaoon gi"

She walked up to me and held my elbow rather sternly, making me frown. "Darr Ram ji se kuch. Choriyan na javen hen panchayaton mein, lagaam daal chori! Ziada merdani na ban" Bhabi mockingly mimicked Bua's tone making me roll my eyes.

"Mein mardaani nai hoon Maya hoon. Maya Avinash Thukral. Or Maya woi kerti hea jo us ka dil kehta hea. huhn! And....." I jerked my head in annoyance but soon my words faded in my throat as a scene, few words, those screams echoed in my ears and I gulped down the lump in my throat.

His tear soaked face, his distorted features and those flames fuming eyes flashed across my head and I closed my eyes in utmost horror.

You were responsible Maya! You killed them... you are a murderer Maya! You are a murderer! Opening my eyes slowly I turned and walked out of the room, jerking all those thoughts those darkest memories out from my head.

All the blood pumped out from my body and I felt cold and numb.

Yes. This is exactly what I used to feel every time the scene flashed through my memories doesn't matter how many years were passed. Memories still haunt me.

"Hey listen! Dr. Maya Avinash Thukral!"

Bhabi called me mockingly annoying me to limits but I turned anyways. "You better don't go there who knows the emergency meeting is actually for you and brings you good news?" She winked at the end with a wide grin and just thinking about that my heart flutters in excitement and all the bad thoughts faded all at once.

"Hayee Ram! Ye to mein ne socha he nai" I exclaimed with a deep sigh and heard her giggling.

"ub to jana zaroori ho gaya hea Bhabi! Rok sako to rok lo" I challenged her and ignoring her wide popping eyes I ran out in the lounge but I had to stop when I bumped into somebody.

"tch! Khushal! Can't you see? Moron!" I smacked his arm, who quickly apologized rubbing the spot.

"Am sorry Didi! Wo actually Shiva bhaiya called me, he forgot some file home and am getting late" he seemed urgent, he was about to walk pass me when I grabbed him by his elbow as something popped up in my head in bold letters.

"Sun ruk!"

He looked at me blinking his eyes idiotically. "wo....." I trailed off thinking about how to convince him for taking me to panchayat. "I talked to Dada about your University admission and guess what!" I clapped my hands excitedly and a little twinkle appeared in his eyes.

Teer nishaney per lag raha hea Maya!

"Dada agreed" I announced and he literally stood there mouth open and eyes popping out in disbelief.

"Really Didi?"

"To or? Mein ne tujhy itna perhaya likhaya kis din k liye k tu baarveen ker k kaheen munshi lag jae? huhn!" I jerked my head. "ub tu university jaye ga" I smiled but it didn't match the joy I found in his smile but the smile soon faded as he remembered he was getting late.

Teer chook gaya kia?

"okay okay we are getting late, baki batein bad mein aa ker. Chal lets go!" I quickly stated and stepped towards the exit.

"but where are you going Didi?"

"With you. I want to see the panchayat, you know I have never been to one. Tch! Such a shame na!" I made an innocent face but he was frowning hard at me.

"Didi! Girls not allowed territory hea wo. Shiva bhaiya will kill me and bury me feet deep in mud." He seemed horrified and I rolled my eyes.

Threateningly I took steps towards him in slow motion and his frown went deeper. "And if you won't take me I will bury you feeeeet deep in mud, alive"

"Didi! daya karo mujh per. Bakhsh do bhagwaan k liye" he clapped his palms together.

"Listen Khushal! Take me there and I will let you go to University werna you know me well han! Na to perhne janey doon gi or....." a smirk appeared on its own as I thought of the perfect teer I had.

"Saraswati se lagan kerna hea na k nahee?" I asked faking the biggest smile and his face turned the deepest shade of red with his mouth wide open as if he wanted to utter something but couldn't. I mentally laughed at the poor boy.

"Should I tell your Shiv bhaiya about your little affair?" I threatened him and his face went pale as shroud.

Ab laga teer nishaney per Maya! Shabaash!

"L-L-Lag-lagan-lagan? S-saru se? nai to...." he stuttered badly.

"Achaw ji!!! To Saraswati se Saru bhi ban gai wo?" I teased him further and he visibly gulped down. "kitna piyara laga na tery moo se Saru" I cheesed and he quickly wiped the little sweat off his forehead.

"So now shall we?" I asked fluttering my lashes innocently and he moved his dumb head left to right in a clearly forced approval.

"Shiva bhaiya will kill me" he regretted and I rolled my eyes.

"To theek hea na Dada k hatho marr. Ub kia lerki k hathon mary ga Saley! Itna na-mard hea tu?" I scowled and he pouted innocently when suddenly his phone started ringing and looking at the screen his featured instantly got horrified. Must be Dada

"Ram Ram Shiva Bhaiya!"

"Bhaiya k bachey! Kahan marr gaya hea?" I could hear Dada's angry growls from the other side, loud and clear. Khushal looked at me tensed and I gave him a cool down wali look.

"j-ji-ji bus ayaa Bhaiya!"

He hung up and I smiled. "Wait for me in the car, five minutes" and with that ignoring his protest I ran upstairs for my room.

Before going to Panchayat I had to make a few preparations. After all Maya believed in playing safe.

Khushal

My heart was racing like a marathon runner and my throat completely dry, so much in a single day; Shiva Bhaiya agreed for my further education. Didi knows about me and Saru.... Bhagwaan! Saru must have told her, she is like that; never keeping things to herself and karela on the top, am taking Didi to Panchayat??? Hey Bhagwaan! am just too young for dying, plus am not so much desperate to meet you at the moment so please! Save my ass or else Shiva bhaiya dorra dorra ker maren ge. Or tu to janta he hea meri ek kidney weak hea mein ziada dorr nai sakta

Looking up I kept my palms together and prayed "Hey Bhagwaan! Bacha lena han!"

"Om Sarva Swaroope Sarveshe Sarvshakti Samanvite, Bhayebhyastrahino Devi Durge Devi Namostute"

"Om sarva swaroope Sarve....

"Hey! What are you doing idiot!?"

I was busy in chanting; my hands were still clapped together and my eyes shut with my face upwards when I heard her voice and the whole fear forgetting mantra washed away... I was terrified once again!

"jaap ker raha tha Didi, bhayanak maut samney nazer aa rahi hea" she laughed at my response and I jerked my head plopping in the jeep, taking the driving seat and felt she came at the other side. She jumped up and I put it in the gear and was about to reverse when I practically jumped in my place.

"Ap kon?" it blurted out of my mouth as I found a boy sitting there in front of my eyes. But the moment the boy rolled his big eyes the whole sky of realization struck upon my head; Maya didi???!!!

She was wearing black kurta shalwar with a deep maroon waistcoat, her hair hidden under the small turban she kept on her head and a muffler (which I instantly recognized as Shiva Bhaiya's) was wrapped around her neck. But that mustache???? "what is all this for?"

"why do you shout so much Khushal?" He- oh sorry! She made a face as she looked in the mirror and set her turban.

"Choriyan na javein hen panchayaton mein, aesa Bua kehti hen. To bus! Chora ban k chaley jatey hen. Kesa?" her eyebrows danced as she asked and I moved my head left to right with uncertainty.

"Why are you so interested in Panchayat Didi?" I asked helplessly and she looked at me with a straight face.

"Am not interested in panchayat Khushal! Am only interested in wiping off this idiotic statement from our daily lives which states something like Choriyan na Karen hen aesa!.... Choriyan na karen hen wesa!...chori hea tu, chora na ban!! Bakwaas!"

"but whats wrong in it Didi? There is a clear difference; Chora choro hota hea or chori chori" I stated simply and she pulled up her foot a little, gesturing down.

"or ye jutti hoti hea! aesey parey gi na srr per k difference nikal jaye ga tera" I gulped down as she stated in a am not kidding tone.

After all she was Maya, Shiva Bhaiya's sister. She could do anything and by anything I mean anyyyything.

"Oh! I forgot my shades!" In the most carefree and casual way she took out my shades from the button of my shirt and after wiping them on my sleeve she wore them.

"Khushal beta! tera aj raam naam satya hea!!!" I shook my head with a dying sigh and reversed the jeep. "aj ki panchayat tera shamshal ghat he na ban jaye"

Shiva

Both of them stood there in one corner; Rama and Sanchi, the culprits, those who brought misnomer but I wasn't angry at Sanchi, after all she was a neech and it was in her nature; shamelessness but Rama? Rama was a Brahmin, son of a noble pandit, how could he even imagine marrying a shudra?

"So if anyone here does not agree with what Sarrpanch Shri Mahooganj ji has decided we can let them free and and let the whole society get imputed and let the Shudras get the idea that now they can sit equally with Brahmins" Munshi ji, the second to Sarrpanch announced and whispers spread among the people sitting in the hall.

"or else....." he started loud hushing up all the whisperings. "or else get them stoned so from now onwards no Brahmin brings misnomer to the caste and no Shudra tries to stand up higher than they deserve" he added and the hall roared in agreement.

I looked at Rama, I could see his sweat covered forehead and his body trembling a little, Sanchi's face was tear soaked. Their hands were tied at their backs. Rama's parents stood at one corner all ashamed and angry while Sanchi's father was bowed down in Sarpanch's feet begging and crying for mercy.

Mercy? For them? never!

Rama was close to my heart, he was my late father's friend's son and was helping Khushal out in land business as well but then again, I could tolerate anything but a single stain on family's name and game over!

"Shiva! Give your consent so that they can reach to their justice" Sarpanch's voice brought me back from my thoughts and I cleared my throat before getting up from the chair.

"I don't have to add anything to what you have said yourself. I give you my consent and...

"Wait! I have objection"

That voice.....?

I was in middle of my statement when somebody yelled out aloud and my head along with other fifty heads in the hall turned towards the source. A boy clad in black kurta shalwar, wearing a turban got up from the very back of the hall and my brain stopped working for a moment as I recognized him instantly.

My hands fisted at my sides and blood started to boil in my veins.

What the hell is she doing here?

to be continued....

How is that angry looking man in the picture as Shiva???? if he suits then thank Hafsa darling for the recommendation :*

And what do you guys think, girls like Maya exist or she is too bookish? :/ this is what I personally think, my girl is bookish and not so real kind of :-p what do YOU think people???

And Hussain and Shehry and Maha... tch! poor they :(

See you next Tuesday, inn Shaa Allah :) hope I get a pizza again :D lolzzz

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