Not mature. Rated it to prevent it being posted on teen sites.
Cringy unedited first draft that I, as the writer, don't have the heart to read again. I cannot edit it, too busy, so I keep writing ahead. Read at your own risk and responsibility, know...
"Tatu...Tatu." Arsalan woke up due to continuous pulling of his hair in the morning. (She is trying to say chachu, which means paternal uncle.)
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"Tatu ki jan, abhi toh 6 bajry hain. Or wo bhi Sunday ko. Sojao na." He yawned and hugged his 2-year-old niece, but she started crying.
(Tatu's world, it's only 6 that too on sunday. Please sleep)
"Acha acha sorry meeru." He woke up and picked her in his arms. He kissed her cheeks and went towards the kitchen to make a feeder for his niece, Meerub. (Ok Ok sorry Meeru)
His brother, and Meerub's dad was a doctor, Dr. Ayaan Khan. He was married to Momina when he was 26 years old. They were living happily with their daughter. Two years ago, Momina died while giving birth to Meerub when Momal was 4 years old. Momal was now 6 while Meerub was 2. He was now 33 years old single dad who loved his daughters to death. Ayaan was a doctor, so he had to go to hospital while Arsalan was in fourth year of university, age 22. He loved his nieces too much and took care of their when he was home so Ayaan doesn't have to leave his work. Moreover, they were living in USA. Arsalan did not do a job since he did not want the girls to be at the daycare whole day. There was no one to take care of them, so he stayed home except for university, and they were in daycare only when he had university classes. He made feeder for her and took her to the lounge. He placed her in his lap and sat on the sofa. Soon, both were asleep on sofa. Ayaan woke up at 9 a.m. He was going towards the kitchen when his eyes fell on Meerub and Arsalan. His heart swelled in happiness, but his eyes brimmed with tears since Meerub was such a copy of her mom. She always reminded him of Momina, whom he loved with all his heart and soul.
'Kiu chali gayi tum. Akela krgyi ho mujhay.' He took a deep breath. He went towards them and kissed both. He took a pillow and put it under Arsalan's head and left towards the kitchen. (Why did you leave? You've left me alone.) ———————— Yumna had been ignoring Hadeed completely after that. Even if she was tired, she wouldn't go to canteen. Instead, she used to bring her own food from home. But did it work? No. His eyes were still the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in real life, and she would never be able to forget them. She used to think it's just his eyes, but her heart refused. Her heart pained every time someone else would compliment his eyes or even if she saw a lady at his canteen who would talk to him frankly. But she knew, what she used to think was not possible, so she let her heart suffer. She was sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for Hoor.
"Yumna meri tabyat kharab horhi hai...please medicine or ek cup chai le ao. Mujhse chala bhi ni jaraha." (Yumna I am not feeling well. Please give me a medicine and a cup of tea. I can't even walk.)
Hoor came and slumped on the chair. She looked tired and drained. Yumna did not argue, looking at Hoor's face. She nodded and went towards the canteen.
"Ek cup chai or painkiller dedo please." Yumna was looking here and there while telling. Hadeed bit his lips to stop the incoming smile. (Please give a cup of tea & painkiller.)
