SUN SAATHIYA #MissionDesi

7. Picnic Fun

I tried hard to upload right after the Eid but got tooo busy with guests,anyways EID MUBARAK :P

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"Yaar ye Sana toh chewing gum ki tarah chipak jaati hai...Aaargghh...She is sooo annoying" i exasperated as i saw another text from her.Suddenly,i was stopped by the laughing sound from the lobby,i tilted my head to see Iram in the floor laughing,my eyes could see her alone though i heard some one else laughing as well.I sighed and strolled towards her.I leaned,giving her my hand to grab when i felt other hand on my left,i turned my head to find Sir Zain,we looked at each other and Iram,but before Iram could place her hand he slowly pulled away his hands and stood straight.I leaned down lifting my left hand at her face,she placed her hand in mine,holding her by her back,i pulled her upwards,making her stand on her foot.Her grip in my hand went tight as she was holding on her pain in her lower back.I looked at her questioningly

"Thank you and...sorry..sir" She said hesitatingly

He shooked his head and said "agar tum araam karna chathi ho toh karsakti ho"

"No Sir,I'll be fine" She said assuring him,nodding again he went

Her grip was still strong around my hand,i looked at her

"Zor se lagi ?" i asked

"Bohot" she whimpered making a face,i chuckled at her adorableness.

IRAM's POV:

We decided to play tug of war,long nylon braided rope was brought,we divided ourselves in two teams which is boys versus girls,drew a line in between,that is the line where we want to pull the other player across,Miss Aiman and Sir Zain leading the girls and boys team respectively,Sir Raza stood there as a referee,warming up,i stood at Miss Aiman's back

"Pick up the rope" Sir Raza announced and we did as ordered

"Take the Strain.........and Pull!" He let out a whistle and we all twelve players on each side pulled the rope,all our adrenaline stacked up,putting all our strength.Boys were shouting and screaming,not that we were any less,we were equally putting our strength,sweat running down,panting for breath,losing our balance many times but regaining it again and again,same situation of opponents but still not ready to give up.As i was trying hard to not lose my grip over nylon braided rope,the pressure of multiple hands over it made it difficult for me,i felt a sharp twinge on my wrist,i flinched.Looking down at my wrist which was dark red by now with a long cut mark clearly visible.And the next thing that i heard was Sir Zain's voice

"We give up..." he let out a low shout raising his right hand in air.Sir Raza blewed the whistle and we let our grips over the rope,we looked at him questioningly

"Kya yaar Sir...hum jeetne waale the" Naman came from the back,disappointment evident in his tone

Sir Zain smiled at him and moving towards him,he kept his hand in his shoulder and stated firmly "Aurton ko hara ke Mard kabhi nahi jeet sakte.." his reply was followed by whoops of delight,boys huffed

"toh hum jeete naa..?" Miss Aiman asked Sir Raza and he blewed his whistle once again pointing at our side "Girls won"

We all started screaming,giving high-five's and hugs to eachother as if have won something really great,boys stucking their tongues out to us,dropping their thumbs up,showing us their loser faces.Only among them was Sir Zain smiling warmly at us,i felt his eyes on me,he smiled and i mirrored him.

"This Man can never fail to impress me.."

The Manager came and announced the setting of the buffet of lunch,we all followed him to fill our tummies with yummy foods.