Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

87.✔️

Holding many thoughts and little amount of anger she rang the doorbell and waited exactly 1 minute 7 seconds, in the time being she was typing a text in her mobile it was nothing but her resignation letter. No one opened the door so she lifted her hand to ring the bell again but suddenly the door was opened by a beautiful figure whose long hair was wrapped around the rollers which were dangling from her head.

Both of them looked straight in each other's eyes and glared as if they were about to kill each other.

"What the hell are you doing here? How dare you to come to my home? Just get lost from my home and my life."

She looked at her mobile screen which was showing the half written resignation letter, saved the draft then looked at the girl and the rollers dangling from her hair.

"Aunty kaha hain? Mujhe unse milna hai... Tujhse baat karne ka time nhi hai mere paas na mujhe interest hai tujhse baat karne mein." She pushed her mobile in her sling bag and entered the home forcefully.

(Where is Aunty? I wanna meet her. Neither I've time to talk to you nor I'm interested.)

"Ye mera ghar har hai, agar ek qadam bhi aage badaya to ek thappad maarungi muh par." Removing one roller from her hair strand she almost yelled.

(It's my home, I'll slap you if you dared to take one more step.)

Both of them kept glaring at each other than she smirked and took two steps ahead. "Dare to touch me," it was a clear challenge which was enough to make the owner of the home huffed, taking a step ahead she slapped the left cheek of this uninvited guest and at the same time a voice echoed in the hall.

"Ye kya ho rha hai? Afifa, Shifa tum dono pagal ho gyi ho kya?" Afifa's mother was shocked to see her daughter slapping her best friend.

(What's going on here? Afifa Shifa, are you both gone mad?)

"Mummy is se kahiye mere ghar se chali jaye." Afifa yelled.

(Mummy, tell her to get out of my home.)

"Aunty ise yaad dila dijiye ki ab main iski sasuraal se hu to meri izzat kare." Shifa glared at Afifa.

(Aunty, tell her to respect me as I'm from her in-laws side.)

"Tum dono ye drama andar jaa kar kro, abhi mehmaan aane wale hain." The lady of the house scolded both of them and Shifa walked towards Afifa's room without waiting for her.

(Guests are about to come, you both continue this drama in the room.)

"Shifa just get lost from here." Afifa pointed out towards the door of her room and Shifa picked the pillow from her bed and the very next moment Afifa received a hard kiss from that soft pillow.

"Itni deyr se bardasht kar rhi hu to bole hi jaa rhi hai." Shifa huffed.

(I'm tolerating it's doesn't mean that you'll keep saying rubbish.)

"Shifa ki bachhiiii..." Afifa grit her teeth while lifting the same pillow for hitting her bestie but Shifa chuckled.

(Shifa baby)

"Well abhi pta nhi ki bachhi hai ya bachha." Shifa's statement stopped Afifa in between and she blinked twice.

(Well, don't know if it's a baby or a baba?)

"What? Are you serious?" Afifa locked the door and walked towards Shifa with long steps.

"Yes, of course."

"Shifaaaaaaa.... I'm hating you still I'm so happy yaar. Congratulations. But I still hate you, but I love you baby... Your khala loves you.p" Afifa hugged Shifa and they both just not breaking the hug for next few minutes when Shifa took a step back and glared at her.