"Mom Ayan has gone crazy he has checked the dinner for the hundredth time!" My annoying sister Ayzal gripes to mom. Sometimes I really think that the entire purpose of her life is to get me insulted by mom and dad.
"Yeah mom I can't be like her always laying on my bed and excuse my laziness with sickness" I stick my tongue out and she scrunches her nose, that's my little sister- it's all fine until she's crawling under my skin but the moment I reciprocate her tricks, she'll cry about it and in the end I'll be blamed.
"Ayan! Stop teasing your little sister or else I'd complain to your dad!" Mom yells, taking the side of this witch as always. It's better to hear mom gossip for hours with khalas than to listen to lectures on how to be a good brother.
"Mom she started it!" Mom turns around with a wooden spoon in her hand "you both literally argue every second, both of you are getting out of limits"
What? I didn't even do anything right now. The cycle habitually continues this way, if Ayzal would be insulted and I'm passing by- mom would start lecturing me as well, even when I have no hand in it.
"Just wait you witch, I'll put chillies in your shampoo"
"Ayan!" Ayzal shrieks "mom did you hear? He'll put chillies in my shampoo"
"C'mon Ayzal you know mom and dad are just being nice to you because they brought you from the stairs of the mosque"
"Yeah exactly because they were too disappointed to have an idiot like you so they brought me here"
Ooh that was a nice shot to my ego but I'll never admit it. Before I can figure anything, Mom's sandle comes flying at me. I'm practiced to handle such situations therefore I effortlessly dodge it, this flying chappal is the only solution you'll find in an Asian household.
"Tsk tsk mom, you're the wife of a famous judge. These activities don't suit you" knowing that I've invited death for myself, I rush from that place. I surely need to bribe Ayzal for keeping her mouth shut in front of dad.
I shrug off all the negative notions as Inaya is stopping by my house for the first time, she's my first ever female acquaintance and I plan on building a sincere relationship with her, a true friend to her.
She's set apart from others, when every female is drawn to my charms she never portrays a hint of romantic attraction. That girl deserves the end of the words, and I wish to stick to being her friend, the one who teases, flirts and roasts her.
I've inspected everything twice to ensure they're faultless, can't let her get a bad impression about my house although it's condition is flawless everyday.
Each one of my cousins are settled in the lounge awaiting my mysterious guest, shock etches their features as it's the first instance of me inviting a girl. Yeah, I've never had any of my girlfriends here but that doesn't matter now.
I glance around the room as I step in, greeted by a mix of expressions. Zahra and Zainab are practically harmonizing their gasps, their eyes wide with excitement. Zaid is engrossed in his notes, barely looking up. Rayan has retreated to his room, clearly uninterested in whatever is about to unfold. Ahad is nowhere to be seen, likely off on one of his mysterious errands, dressed to the nines as usual. The ladies and Ayzal are enjoying their favorite part of the mansion â the sauna.
Just then, Inaya enters, clutching a bouquet of flowers in her hands. My eyes lock with her hazel orbs, and for a moment, it's as if time stands still. She's wearing a floral print, white frock that sways gently with her movements. Her hair is loosely braided, and her makeup is a soft pink, making her look heavenly gorgeous.
"I'm sorry but I have friends with me" I had a slight idea that she won't join me without her girls, I don't have any problem as the saying goes 'the more the merrier'.
As Inaya steps aside, the rest of her friends file in. Ayra strides in with her serious expressions, followed by Maha who contains a pleasant smile on her face, but I'm surprised that they didn't bring Hoorain with them.
Ayra's eyes land on Zaid, and who is returning her hatred with interest, here begins the war "sorry we don't entertain unwanted guests"
Ayra flashes him a scowl "oh really? Last time I checked I wasn't your guest either" before the argument can escalate Zahra steps in, her warm smile diffusing the tension a little bit "hey why don't we all just relax and enjoy the evening, Maha since you're new here so let me show you around"
Maha's eyes lights up with excitement "I'd love that, lead the way"
Zahra and Maha heads off to tour around our mansion, Zainab resists the verbal sparring of Ayra and Zaid by dragging Ayra somewhere; probably taking her to meet aunt as they all love her.
Inaya and I are left alone in the room. She shifts slightly handing me the bouquet. "I couldn't come here alone so I bought you some flowers pervert"
I chuckle, clearly amused by her attempts to offend me "why would I chase for some flowers when you the most beautiful orchard is already here"
"Oh for god sake Ayan stop with these cliches" I can tell she's blushing despite her resistance "never. Not when they make you blush like this"
"I'm not blushing" she retorts, though a hint of pink colors her cheeks "You can't just seem to take everything seriously"
"I take a lot of things seriously Hazel. Like how stunning you look tonight that's very serious business"
She narrows her eyes at me but I can spot a hint of amusement in them "you know if you spent half as much time on your studies as you do in flirting, then you'd be a straight A student"
Well, maybe she's unaware that I'm talented in almost every aspect. I am a straight A student but there's nothing wrong with playing along. "Only if the subjects were as interesting as you hazel"
She tilts her head and steps a little more, "did you call me here just to flirt with me?"
A chuckle escapes my mouth and I cross my arms over my chest "well I'd like to do it but tell me what else you would enjoy?"
"Umm I'd enjoy doing nothing but what's on your mind?" Questions after questions keep following until we both land on an agreeable task. I invited her to my house because I wished to develop my bonding with one sincere friend I've had in a while but I never figured out what we were going to do.
"Umm? Do you need chocolates" her eyes light up as she frantically nods her head, of course she'll never say no to chocolate.
"Follow me" this is the stupidest idea I've ever entertained but since my guests are not obliged to meet elders, we're free to do anything.
I lead her into our humongous kitchen, adorned with classic cutleries and hard to name products. Dumbfounded gazes of our kitchen staff greets us (especially me) I've never stepped into this cooking arena willingly, hence they're not accustomed to my presence here. Like I said, the idea of baking a cake with Inaya is stupid but it can be considered.
"So how about a lava cake?" Her smile clearly announces that she'll enjoy anything that includes chocolates.
"You're my new favorite person" she declares, her excitement contagious. "I intend to be your only favourite person hazel"
"Impossible pervert" I chuckle at how the word pervert rolls so simply through her tongue. Her grin widenes and I mentally high five myself for such a brilliant idea.
I don my apron and as I initiate the application of a serum on my skin, the questionable gazes of Inaya draws me "what?" I ask. "Gosh you're too dramatic"
I giggle her comment off as I'm really possessive about my sensitive skin, beautiful things require special treatment.
"Deengebaaz"
(It's a word used to mock someone who talks alot for his pride) she mutters under her breath, continuing to be the lazy person she is. I approach the counter, surveying the products our staff organized under my demand but I don't even know the names of them. Staying true to my image I grab a whisk and enact as a chef, "chef Ayan's kitchen is adorned with products that were once part of a high-end culinary store. I can transform any ingredient into a delicious dish, worth devouring your fingers for-"
Before I can put an end to my foolish speech, Inaya cuts me off "Uff drama king do you even know how to break an egg?"
"Of course I do" I sneer at her while grasping an egg and tossing it into my other hand, I hit the egg on her head giving it a slight crack and transfer it into the bowl, my gaze and smirk never leaving her direction. I've caught numerous male leads in movies who break eggs like this so this one surely has to work. However the expected impressed look is replaced by a loathsome glare as she watches my hand.
Observing my hand, I startle and quietly yelp as the egg has landed on the kitchen counter instead of the bowl. I should've been more cautious before acting overconfident.
Inaya doubles over with laughter, her dimple, typically unseen, emerges. I've surely provoked an addition into her list of 'why Ayan is stupid?'
She's still dissolved into laughter as she hits my arm during it "bare aye chef Ayan banne eik anda torna nahi aata"
(Can't even break an egg and he calls himself chef Ayan)
I scoff secretly finding affection in her laughter "ha wo Tumhe hasane k Liye kar Raha tha warna to you know mein har cheez mein best hu"
(Yeah yeah I just did that to make you laugh, or else you know I'm best at everything)
"Yeah right" she pants and I follow her up with a chuckle "fine. We can just watch a YouTube video on how to break an egg?"
Inaya offers me a bewildered look and breaks an egg herself "bande ko itna dumb bhi nahi hona chahiye"
(A person shouldn't be that dumb)
Before I can retort, a bag of flour on the counter catches her eye. With a mischievous glint, she grabs it and suddenly, a flour fight erupts. The white powder fills the air as we both try to dodge and retaliate. I get a face full of flour, and I can barely see through the clouds.
"Oho Hazel you're in a mood to have fun" I shout through the haze, trying to shake off the flour.
"Uhh Ayan stop being a flirt" Inaya retorts, throwing another handful. "Just admit it, Ayan. Youâre a disaster in the kitchen!"
"Only because you're acting like a beautiful distraction hazel" I counter, grabbing a flour-filled handful and aiming it her way. "Once a pervert is always a pervert"
We continue to laugh and toss flour at each other, turning the kitchen into a snowy battleground. The sound of our laughter and the sight of our flour-covered faces make it clear that this kitchen disaster turned into one of the best memories I've ever had but oops Mom is going to kill me.
As the flour settles and we both look like ghostly figures, I catch my breath and attempt to regain my composure. Inaya, still giggling, wipes a flour-covered hand across her face.
"Alright, Ayan" she says with a smirk, "we can't just end up with this flour disaster, let's bake the cake"
I raise an eyebrow. "Huh well yeah"
We start gathering the ingredients. I grab a bowl, and Inaya tosses me a bag of sugar with a playful smirk. I fumble with it, making a cloud of sugar poof up and cover us both even more.
"You can't even do one thing properly Ayan and here I thought I'm the one lazy" she teases.
"Please ma'am I can flirt with you properly" I flirt back, trying to sound smooth while trying not to drop the flour-covered bowl. Honestly I can't even dust off my bed properly but that's because I was born with a silver spoon, can't help it I'm god's favorite.
"That was smooth" she chuckles. "I hate work but seeing you making a disaster is even worse"
Inaya takes over, carefully mixing the ingredients while I try to stay out of her way. I watch her work, marveling at her skill. She's quite an expert for someone who claims to be lazy and good at nothing, again that's her insecurities speaking.
"You know," I say, leaning in with a grin, "if I'd add sugar according to how sweet you are, I could make everyone diabetic"
"Uff cheesiness level crossed" she replies, not missing a beat. "Tumhari level ka daala hai tabhi to thori bhi sugar nahi daali"
(I've added sugar according to your level that's why it contains no sweetness) she winks and I can't help but chuckle at it. "You know tumhari insaniyat bohot badsurat hai"
(You know you're an ugly human)
"Tumhari puri shakal hi badsurat hai" she retorts and we share a fist bump.
(And your entire face is ugly)
I carefully melt the chocolate, trying not to mess it up. Inaya watches, her expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. Just as I finish, I manage to get some chocolate on my face.
"Oops Ayan tumhari skincare ka to moye moye hogaya" she laughs. "Poor chocolate has to be on your face cheee"
Ignoring her jabs, I pour the batter into ramekins, trying to be as precise as possible. Inaya rolls her eyes but helps me place them in the oven.
As we wait for the cakes to bake, we clean up a bit, still covered in flour and chocolate. I can't help but flirt again.
"So, after this, how about we do a dinner date? I promise I wonât make a mess."
"Uh shut up Ayan" she replies, raising an eyebrow. "I don't want to be one of those wanna be girls that you take on your dinner dates"
As Iâm wiping off the last bit of flour from my hands, I notice Inaya's gaze shift to the side, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. I follow her line of sight and realize sheâs spotted my vinyl collection stacked neatly on the kitchen counter, half-hidden behind a jar of cookies.
"Wait a minute," she says, tilting her head as she walks over. "You're an old Bollywood songs fan?"
I chuckle, scratching the back of my head, a little embarrassed because in this age loving vintage is considered old fashioned. "Well, I know it might sound cringe for a guy, but yeah... I am."
She gasps, genuinely surprised. "Cringe? No way! Thereâs someone in this age who still listens to old Bollywood songs? Thatâs amazing! Whoâs your favorite singer?"
Without missing a beat, we both say in unison, "Mohammad Rafi!"
We both burst into laughter. "No way!" she exclaims, her eyes wide. "You're serious?"
"Yeah," I nod, grinning. "Iâm obsessed with his songs. But donât go telling anyoneâIâve got a reputation to maintain."
She places a finger over her lips, pretending to zip them shut. "My lips are sealed." She has always surprised me with her different demeanour of the girls I usually encounter. I mean in this age where everyone finds joy in pop, I found someone who shares a similar fondness for old songs like me.
We start talking animatedly about our shared love for music, our excitement growing with each name we mention. "Kishore Kumar," she says, her eyes twinkling. "His voice is like magic. And Lata Mangeshkarâoh my God, don't get me started on her range!"
I nod eagerly. "Kumar Sanu, though. His songs from the '90sâabsolute gold."
"And Udit Narayan," she adds, her face glowing with enthusiasm. "His voice just has this warmth, you know?"
As we talk, I realize just how much we have in common, and itâs kind of... comforting. Suddenly, Inayaâs expression softens as she leans closer. "My favorite Rafi song has to be 'kya hua tera vaada and abhi na jao chodr kar' It's just so soulful."
I listen to her intently yapping about her obsession with old songs, the quiet girl loves to talk it's just she needs ears to listen and this man will spend his life listening to her. "Thatâs a classic. And speaking of favorites, Iâm also a huge Taylor Swift fan, but her song âCall It What You Wantââthereâs this line I love, âI want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck.â Thatâs just⦠I donât know, it hits differently."
I nods, her eyes sparkling with shared excitement. "Same here! I love how personal her songs are. Itâs like sheâs writing about our lives."
A mischievous idea sparks in my mind, and I quickly move over to the sound system. "Hey, why not dance?" I ask, turning to her with a grin.
She hesitates, her smile faltering a bit. "Dance? Oh, I donât know, Ayan. We shouldnât... I meanâ" I've figured this thing about her that she's afraid of trying things out of her comfort box regardless of how eager she is to break her shell. I'm unaware of the reasons that acts like a chain restricting her to enjoy her life.
"Câmon, Ms. Cautious," I tease, taking her hand. "Live your life every moment. Câmon, letâs do it. I promise itâll be fun."
Before she can protest further, I play "Tareef Karu Kya Uski Jisne Tujhe Banaya," and the room fills with the warm, melodic sound of Rafi's voice. I gently pull her closer, and after a momentâs hesitation, she relaxes, a shy smile spreading across her face.
We start dancing around the kitchen, laughing and twirling like carefree kids. Our chaotic energy fills the space as we belt out the lyrics, not caring about how silly we might look.
As the song fades, I quickly switch to Taylor Swift's "Style," and without missing a beat, we continue our impromptu dance session, our movements more playful and free. Weâre completely lost in the music, the kitchen filled with the sound of our laughter and the beats of the song.
"We never go out of style" we both enjoy our moment as of this is the only time we'll ever live.
Finally, the music dies down, and we stand there, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear. "See?" I say, looking into her eyes. "Told you itâd be fun."
She laughs, her cheeks flushed. "Okay, I admit it. That was... actually really fun."
We both smile, the moment lingering between us, filled with the warmth of shared songs, laughter, and a new understanding.
The timer dings getting us out of our dance session, and we pull the cakes out of the oven. They look perfectâuntil we realize theyâve overflowed slightly and the tops are a bit uneven.
"Looks like our lava cakes have a little more lava than expected," Inaya says with a grin.
I grin again. "Yes because whatever I do is supposed to be extra hazel"
We finally taste the cakes, and despite their imperfect appearance, they turn out delicious. We both end up with chocolate on our faces as we savor the result of our chaotic cooking adventure.
"Not bad for a first try," I say, still smirking.
"Yeah, not bad for someone who nearly burned down the kitchen," she retorts, playfully nudging me.
We both laugh, covered in flour and chocolate, enjoying the sweet reward of our kitchen escapade. However gazing around the kitchen sketches an image of mom beating me as I've literally transformed her perfect kitchen into a disaster. "Hazel as much beautiful you're looking in this dress, you might wanna change" I'm aware how sensitive she is when it comes to creating impressions and pleasing people, so I don't want anyone to have bad idea about her "don't worry I'll ask Ayzal my sister to help you clean up"
"Ok but don't dare to eat this cake without me" I chuckle and poke her cheeks as she goes outside. I've already texted Ayzal to help out Inaya in cleaning up and it didn't take a sec for my useless sister to reply. After advising the staff to clean the mess and pleading with them not to tell mom, I also leave to clean myself up.
I must applaud the minds who gathered to bring forward such a captivating building, with its luxurious furnishing and chic color coordination, SADAQA mansion provides a striking resemblance to a billionaire's residence. Who am I even kidding? I've heard quite a lot about the best friends who built this empire from scratch and are world renowned.
As Zahra introduces me to the different compartments of this mansion and narrates how people only encounter each other occasionally, I can't help but feel a sense of aloofness. I come from a simpler life, a plain girl from a quiet town. It's not that I envy this lifestyle; rather, it suffocates me. The major distinction between our realities is striking. I can't comprehend why people need such big mansions when there are so few residents.
I'd prefer clambering up the oak tree beside my home rather than dwelling among these colossal walls. Walking through the streets, pleading with shopkeepers to sneak me snacks as they've watched me grow up, feels more like home. My father always taught me that wealth is a trial, a test of how wisely you spend itâwhether you're investing it kindly or just showing off.
This is the mindset of every middle-class family, and I grew up with similar values. As someone who can never justify spending money on a huge house for a few people, I find it baffling. Back home, in our joint family system, I literally have to scream for privacy in my own room.
The contrast between my world and theirs feels immense, and I can't help but wonder if I'd ever truly belong here.
As we walk through the colossal walls of the mansion, a familiar figure captures my entire attention. I'm bewildered to catch the sight of Rayan here, the question that was he also invited? Appears in my mind. But judging by his more than casual outfit and the way he steps into the room with authority makes it hard to believe.
"Zahra? Do you know that brown eyed guy who just entered that room?" I point towards the room Rayan just entered, "oh that must be Rayan Bhai and yes I know him, he's my cousin"
Cousin? The label flashes the reality inside my nerves, so the entire BHG lives here and all of them are cousins. Considering their bonding it isn't surprising to know that they are related.
Luckily, Zahra excuses herself and advises me to join everyone downstairs; but guess what? I'd consider astonishing this Rayan.
The initial idea popping in my head, just burst into his room but being extrovert not illiterate so reluctantly, I knock his door several times.
Following a few raps, Rayan mutters a slow "come in". I hate my mind as it always has to create lame scenarios regarding every situation, taking the present moment as an example, I stifle a laugh upon listening to his drowsy voice and pondering if he's drunk.
Clearing my throat I confidently enter his room "missed me? Boyfie" Rayan startles and flings the book he was clutching "what the-" he screams and takes long steps in my direction "what the hell are you doing here?"
His eyebrows are raised and his honey orbs are tired already, his Adam apple blobs as he gulps and I decide to play along "why can't I come to meet my fake boyfriend?"
"Uff Maha adds some filters to your mouth"
"Uhh whatever get aside and I need some entertainment" Rayan groans and pinches the bridge of his nose as I chuckle and examine his room, boring classically like him.
Ignoring him I start prancing around the room, taking a mile a minute. Rayan clearly not in the mood tries to fend me off but ends up getting knocked up by my flailing arms "ow" he grunts as he presses his nose.
"Sorry!" I say with a laughter "I didn't mean to" Rayan shuts his eyes and tightly and with a sarcastic chuckle, he grabs a knife from his table probably there for fruit cutting. I don't wish to imagine what other things he could possibly do with a knife in his room. He gently thrusts the knife into my hands "just kill me once crazy woman"
This grumpy man has to exaggerate everything but instead of shrugging this off, I burst into laughter "okay, from your neck or koi nas katwani hai?"
(Ok from your neck or you want me to cut any nerve?)
He glares at me with disbelief "don't you know the word hesitate?"
I shake my head while he rolls his eyes "peace has left my life since the past few days. Do you know why?" I giggle and shake my head in denial however I'm perfectly aware of the aspect he's referring to "why?" I ask earning a bitter chuckle from him "besharmi ki had hoti hai upar se pooch bhi Rahi ho"
(There's a limit to shamelessness moreover you're asking me why)
"I can't expect a single sensible answer from you)
I step closer giving him a playful nudge "do you mean that I'm not sensible? Well Mr rhino just for your kind information, I'm very sensible. Sensible enough to get a scholarship in one of the most prestigious universities in the world and don't even get me started on-"
Well maybe I can't stop when I start arguing but debating with Rayan is quite difficult as I have to keep my neck up considering the huge difference in our height. He is 6'1 or 6'2 while I'm just 5'6.
"Wait a minute" I exclaim spotting something on his bed "I need a better angle for this argument". Without waiting for a response, I climb onto his bed. Rayanâs eyes widen, and he instinctively reaches out to steady me, clutching my hand to make sure I donât fall.Once Iâve steadied myself, I continue, "Okay, now Iâm at the perfect height for this discussion. Where was I? Yes I was enlightening you with my sensible achievements-"
"Chup ho jao!" He shrugs, his head shaking and hands crossed. "Mujhe zaban kholne par majboor mat karo"
(Don't provoke me to talk) I affirm.
"apki zabaan band kab hoti hai?"
(When have you ever stopped talking?) He retorts. Well he's pretty honest about it but again being vocal about your opinions is a good trait, not everyone can have it.
"Whatever Mr Rayan I'm better than you" Rayan chuckles bitterly and takes step backwards, his expressions turning sarcastic "WOW. UNBELIEVABLE"
Just as he finishes his sentence, he stumbles over the book lying on the floor and falls backward with a thud. He grips his back with pain while I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach as I watch him struggle.
I don't do anything, he gets into the problem himself and then blames me, why did he have to act such confident?
I offer him my hand but he groans "Don't! I doubt I'll be safe by the end of our deal"
"Tsk tsk Rayan Khan can't do anything about it" I manage to calm my laughter, wiping the tears from my eyes. He stands up while rubbing his back and I decipher the need to explain everything "listen this isn't the-"
Before I can finish my sentence, a knock courses through the rooms and panic surges through every vein of my body, and during my mini panic attack I push Rayan causing him to collide with the cupboard. He mutters a low groan "What the-"
I cut him off "ye apna what the what the Baad mein karlena for now let me hide!"
(Continue your what the what afterwards for now let me hide) I dart behind the nearest piece of furniture which happens to be Rayan. Rayan rolls his eyes and shrugs me off, grumbling "shut up Maha! I haven't dated you to hide you. I'm not afraid of anyone"
Disappointment replaces panick within me as I realize that he forgot to mention fake before dating, nothing between me and him will be more than that.
Ignoring my shivering state behind his muscular body, he opens the door and in walks his mom with her disapproving expression. "Rayan, remember I told you about your dad's business partner's daughter Mariam? She's here and I thought you should meet her" I presume she's indicating the girl his parents are forcing on Rayan, the entire reason for him to initiate fake dating me.
I'm crouched behind Rayan, peeking out. With a delicate grip, he pulls my hand, gently bringing me forward "mom I've already told you that I'm taken" Rayan looks at me and offers an assuring nod "she's Maha, the only girl I'll ever date"
His mom's face turns into a mask of disappointment as she examines me from head to toe "Rayan you're ruining your life like always by being with her-"
"If being with her ruins my life then I'd live thousand lives with her, gladly ruining each one of them" Rayan affirms with a piercing shriek in his eyes. I'm stunned by the genuine tone of his words, he should be nominated for this performance alone.
His mom huffs, her toxic behavior evident in each one of her gesture "Rayan you know you're being a disappointment again! I know about her and she doesn't fit into our world"
Rayan stands his ground , "I'm happy with her in her world. I'm choosing Maha over your world mom"
His mom rolls his eyes and groans furiously "better to have no child rather than having a son like you!" She barks and storms out of the room.
If my parents had uttered those same words to me, I believe I would've isolated myself and cried until the last breath inside me, but Rayan, he's acting as if nothing happened and he hears those words almost everyday. "Don't pay it much attention my mom has a unique sense of humour" He chuckles but I'm aware the pain he's trying to hide. It's better if I don't push the buttons and cause him a breakdown right now.
"Well rhino you were really romantic and good over there, like you could put a Hollywood actor into shame. If it was in my hands I would've given you Oscar, award and what not-"
"Chup ho jao Maha" he laughs and genuinely this time.
Rayan and I leave his room, heading down the hallway. As we walk, the mansionâs grandiose decor looms around us, but I try to keep the mood light. "So is this Mariam pretty?"
"How would I know? I've never seen her" Rayan sighs, running a hand through his hair. I can tell by his expressions that he's faking this bravado, no one can be habitual of dealing with hatred that too by their parents.
We pass by a partially open door and hear a commotion inside. Curious I peek in and gasp taking in the view Infront of me "woah is there a shooting of romantic Netflix series going on?"
Rayan raises his eyebrows and gently pushes me aside, only to stumble out of shock. I giggle at his reaction "tell me this is not happening"
"This is happening Rayan" Rayan pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why am I even here?" he mutters under his breath. I canât help but laugh at his reaction. "Come on, Mr. Grumpy. This is pure entertainment!"
His head spins swiftly in my direction with expressions of disbelief "entertainment? This is behayai Maha"
I laugh heartily upon listening his words. So Rayan is vieled with shyness when it comes to such sensitive jokes but unfortunately he's fake dating this walking shameless person.
Just then, Ayan bursts into the room, grinning from ear to ear. "Ooh aunt's were praising this Zaid by calling him Albert Einstein but ye to yaha Emraan hashmi bana hua hai"
(Oh aunt's were praising this Zaid calling him Albert Einstein but he has become Emraan hashmi here)
"Shut up Ayan! This is not what it looks like" Zaid snaps his head while Ayra tries to wiggle out of his grip, check the ironic situation guys, they both certify themselves as enemies yet are not even pushing each other. Who are they even trying to fool? "Well it looks like you guys were trying to kiss each other in a weird pose but tell us what it really is?"
Ayra shoots daggers at me with her stare as she pull herself out of Zaid's cage, meanwhile I shine my bright smile at her. Rayan stares at me with disbelief, his mouth opened in an awkward way looks like he's nauseated. "You need filters shameless woman"
Ayan draws a high five from me while Inaya pats Ayra's dress "I wonder y'all are fine?"
Ayan dramatically places a hand on his heart and ushers "oh I wish you cared about me that much hazel"
Inaya rolls her eyes probably grown accustomed to his never ending flirting skills. Zaid doesn't bother to provide any explanation and leaves the room, well neither will Ayra justify anything to anyone except for us. Oh the fun Hoor is missing on. I wonder how her date with Ahad must be going on?
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