"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?

•••

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.

Dina frowned as she eyed Gul e Rana whose headlights were already off.

"It's not Gul e Rana. Another car is approaching and from the flickering red-blue lights and the vague sound. I pronounce it to be the police!" Momin Bhai announced before Dina could even speak further.

"Holy Moley!" Yaseen exclaimed jumping on his feet." I have never been arrested!"

"Now's not a good time to fulfill your wishlist, my boy!" Momin Bhai, sneered as he attempted dragging the heavy coffin inside the van.

"W-what? Are we going to get arrested?" Dina stuttered her face turning pale.

"Of course not. The police are going to find us here with my Abba Jaan's dead body and are going to assist us in the process of burying him. After that all of us are going to go on a vacation to the Bahamas!" Momin Bhai exclaimed, his face turning red from all the pushing.

"That sounds wonderful, doesn't it Dina? We always wanted to go to the Bahamas as kids, remember?" Yaseen jumped in the air, clapping his hands like an obese little girl who has just gotten a piece of candy in months.

"Oh for the love of God! Kya kha kar mare the aap?! Marne ke Baad bhi mujhe sukoon nahi hai aapse! Allah ne ye teen bewakoofon ke saath hi mujhe pasana tha." Momin Bhai cried out in misery, now banging his head on the top of the coffin.

( What did you eat before dying?! Even after you've died you can't leave me at peace! Out of all the people in the world , god had to leave me stuck with only you three )

"Alright! Alright! Ese roye to nahi. Nahi jaate Bahamas. I will help you." Yaseen said , walking towards the coffin.

( Don't cry. We won't go to Bahamas.)

Just as they finished putting the coffin back in the van, a police car pulled over right behind.

Dina closed her eyes in fright, grabbing onto Yaseen's elbow tightly.

She was definitely not ready to get arrested this young. Not even when she was older either, for a matter of fact.

The trio eyed as a male and a female officer got out of the car. The man had a paper cup filled with chai in one hand and four biscuits in another. His uniform shirt hugged his stomach snuggly as his beard had biscut crumbs in it. Precisely he seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

The woman on the other hand, was all ready to murder anyone who crossed her path. She had the most murderous expression on her face. She precisely seemed like she took her job all too seriously.

"Salam, Inspector Saab-Madam! How may I assist you?" Momin Bhai squeaked as he nervously made his way towards them.

"Savere de is samay, tussi teeno khote kya gul kheela rahe ho?" The female officer, questioned folding her hands on her chest.

( At this time in the morning what flowers are you three donkeys blooming? )

"Jee , Inspector Zeenat Rahman?" Momin Bhai nodded innocently, reading the name badge on her shirt.

"Mainu tere lachhan thik nahi lag rahe." The female inspector, exclaimed eyeing him. "Dilbar! Go and check the van."
( You look very questionable.)

Dilbar, the other inspector was dozing off by now and hadn't heard a word.

"Oye Dilbar! Saand da puttar! Utt jaa bhai!" The female inspector screamed out this time.

( Son of a bull! Get up!)

This had not effect on Dilbar as he continued snoring away against the windshield.

The female inspector cleared her throat muttering "dur fitteh mooh." under her breath.

( Go to hell! )

"Gaddi vich ki hai?" She asked, rubbing her forehead.

( What is inside the van? )

"Nothing, inspector madam! "Yaseen exclaimed this time, his eyes widening.

"Bada aaya angrez da puttar. Nashe-washe ka saaman to nahi chupa rahe na?"

( The son of an American. Are you hiding drugs or something? )

"Absolutely not!" Yaseen replied as if the inspector has stated something utterly inappropriate.

"Let's see then." She exclaimed walking towards the van, despite the numerous attempts of Momin Bhai to stop her.

"Hayye Raaba! Murda!"

( Oh god! A dead body!)

•••
a/n

Hellooo!

I really hope you enjoyed the chapter!

I really enjoyed writing this one ,lol.

What do you think is going to happen next?

Momin bhai looking at Inspector Zeenat while she discovers the dead body ↓

Please correct me if there is any mistake in the punjabi lines. I am not fluent or even familiar with the language. It's all google translate.

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~ flawfully