"Ho gayi pack--"
Vania stopped mid sentence as she stared at the scene in front of her.
Zeeshan sat on top of Harris's suitcase throwing all his weight down upon it, pushing in the huge mound so that it could be zipped up.
Harris sat upon the floor, tongue sticking out, face red and forhead creased, his hands held the zip of the suitcase he was trying hard to close but was stuck.
"Yaar Zeeshan! Or dabao nichey!"
He said to Zeeshan, his voice strained.
"Bhia..... Or... Jaan.... Nhi... Lag rhi!" Zeeshan reponded, face contorting in a constipated look as he pressed down upon the suitcase harder.
"Abey yaaarr daba naaa..." Harris said again.
Vania slapped a hand upon of her forehead, "Uff!!"
Both Zeeshan and Harris turned to the door shocked.
*Cough* *Cough*
Zeeshan dramaticaly coughed into his fist and dragging his fingers through his hair gestured to the bag.
"Meraa toh saman packed hai bss Harris bhai ki help kar raha tha..."
Harris scratched the side of his head and looked up at Vania who cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yaarr saman zyada ho gaya hai.. Lagta hai ek or suitcase lana parey gaa..." He said.
"Ach... Dikhaou kiya rakha hai?" Vania shooed Zeeshan off the suitcase and asked Harris to open it.
"Umm..." Harris stalled.
Zeeshan got up, "Main naa kitchen kaa chakr laga ke aya... Yeh sab packing wacking kar ke mujh bhoook lag gyi.."
Vania rolled her eyes, "Haan, kab nhi lagti?"
"Yeh bhi acha sawal hai.." Zeeshan shrugged and still left for the kitchen.
Vania stood waiting.
"Kholo bhi Harris!" She repeated.
*Ahem..*
Harris looked here and there but saw no escape then reluctantly opened the hell hole.
"MASHAALLAH!" Vania exclaimed and Harris cringed.
He didn't fold a single piece of cloth, simply pulled it from its hanger and dumped it in the bag. Some of the t-shirts and shirts had been horrendously rolled itno a ball and stuffed in the side and his shoes lay on top of them unwrapped and unpaired.
"Yeh kiya kee yaa hai?" Vania asked putting her hand on her hips.
Schooling his features into a mask of non-chalance, Harris shrugged,
"Packing."
Vania puffed up her cheeks with air and let it out in a 'Oooffff'
"Harris ayse pack kerte hain? Ayse toh chaar bag bhi tumhare liye kam honge... Sahi se fold kar ke rakho naa kaprey!"
"Mujh se nhi hotaa yeh folding sholding.."
He groaned.
"I hate packing! Main nhi kar raha.. Tum aysaa karo yeh do teen shirt or jeans apney baag main dal lo.." He pulled out a few clothes but the mound of clothes still over flowed from the sides as well as the top.
Vania sat down cross legged beside him and he blinked at her in surprise.
Shaking her head and not looking at him she began pulling the clothes out of his bag.
"Khala dekheyn naa aa ke tab unko pata chaley jisko itnaaa responsible or samjhdaaarr or azeeemmm samjhtin hain uski harkateyn Kiyaa hain."
He scoffed and pulled his bag to himself,
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