A SHORT STORY COLLECTION BOOK #1
Each story weaves together the intricate threads of human emotions, showcasing the beauty and complexity of love in its many forms.
Random 2am stories doing Bhangra, garba, nagin dance and what not so thought to pen...
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As the morning light crept through the curtains,awoke, feeling a surge of anticipation for the day ahead.
After getting ready for the studio.
I made my way downstairs for breakfast,
As everyone gathered, including him, I greeted each person with a warm "Assalamualaikum,"
And there the first step of my plan was about to unfold.
Amma:- Ruhina tere liye rishta aaya hai zeeshan ka,
As she spoke, Azaan suddenly began coughing uncontrollably, his sudden outburst disrupting the atmosphere and drawing concern from those around him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, struggling to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me
Haan ....haan i am fine ,Tension etched across his face as he responded.
"What can I say? You're the one who got me into this mess." Anyways, I asked Amma to continue,
Jii Amma boliye kya baat hai.
bhut acha ladka hai,aur financially bhi bhut acha hai, woh Mr. Mustafa ka beta hai,bhut pyara bacha hai,toh tu dekhle agar tujhe pasand aaye toh ,hum baat aage badhate hain.
Me:- jii thik hai aap unko Ghar bula lijiye.
Amma and the others stared at me with expressions of shock, their eyes wide with disbelief .
Amma:-Sacchi mai sapna toh nahi dekh rahi,tu shaadi ke liye Maan gai,aaj Suraj kahin aur se nikla hai kya.
Me:- rolling my eyes i said Amma agar mai nahi Maan Rahi thi toh bhi problem thi,ab Maan gai hun tab bhi problem hai.
Amma:- Mai kal unn sabko invite kar deti hun lunch pe ,thik hai na
Me:- Jii Bilkul.
As we finished breakfast and prepared to go about our day, I couldn't help but notice the storm brewing within Azaan.
His face was etched with anger, frustration, and a palpable sense of annoyance,
as if he were on the brink of unleashing his wrath upon everything in sight.
As I see him coming towards the corridor from stairs,
Determined to push him further, I discreetly reached for my phone and dialed Zeeshan's number,
knowing that his presence would only exacerbate Azaan's already volatile mood.
Me:- Hello suno plan mai yeh tha toh nahi par abb mai tumhe jo bolungi bss sunte jana aur aise act karna jaise hum sacchi iss tarah rehte hain ok please yaar
