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Sakinah's POV
"Toh kisse expect kar rahi thi itni raat ko?" Khala pushed past me, shivering from the cold.
Aap ko toh nahi.
"Kisi ko nahi," I shut the door behind her. "Aap itni raat yahaan kya kar rahi hai? Aapki flight toh kal aane wali thi na?"
"Kal hi aane wale the par Rohail ko yeh ticket sasti mil gayi, toh lo, aa gaye." I laughed at her jolly disposition. "Rahega toh kanjoos hi yeh." She said, smiling fondly.
"Aapke yeh kanjoos hai kahan?" Ayaan asked, taking her coat from her.
"Bahir hai, aa rahe hai. Socha ke aaj raat guzara yaheen kar dete hai. Koi problem toh nahi?"
"Of course not, aaye." Sabrina chirped, leading Khala into the living room.
"Ayaan, tum aur Rizwan jaa kar Khalu ki madad karo saamaan uthane mein."
"Ji Aapi." He walked out. Rizwan soon followed him out. I heard the distinct strains of Sabrina's chatter as I walked into the kitchen to put together a tray. A quick glance at the kitchen wall clock told me it was nearly 11 o'clock.
I boiled milk and measured out a precise amount of tea, making it just the way I knew Humaira Khala and Rohail Khalu liked it. Straining the hot drink into mugs, I took it out.
"Khala, agar pehle bata dete toh mein room taiyaar rakhti na aapke liye."
"Iski kya zaroorat hai beta." Khalu entered the room, shaking off the cold. I quickly took hold of his jacket and led him to the heater after greeting him with a salaam.
"Itni umr mein yeh thand aapke sehat ke liye theek nahi hai." I scolded lightly, passing him a piping hot mug of tea.
"Konsi umr, bhai?" The jolliness had returned back to Khalu's cheeks in the form of a red blush. "Abhi toh jawaani shuru hi hui hai."
"Tauba," Khala remarked. "Do bache ke baap hone ke baad janab ki jawani shuru ho rahi hai."
"Jab biwi hi aisi mili ho, toh jawan rehne ko jee chahta hai." He flirted, leaning in towards her.
"Sharam karo, bache ke saamne hi." We laughed in amusement at their banter. I whispered Mashallah under my breath at the happy couple.
"Yeh toh batao ke trip kaisa raha?" Rizwan inquired eagerly, leaning forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees.
"Riz, Khalu Khala thak gaye honge. Kal subah baat karte hai."
"Haan beta, chalo. Sach mein bohot thak gaye hai. Itna lamba safar nahi hota yaar. Kal sab bata dete hai." Khalu stood up, knee cracking almost inaudibly.
"Aapke ghutne phir se dukh rahe hai? Main balm laon?" Ayaan stood up immediately.
"Nahi, iski zaroorat nahi hai. So jaonga, toh abhi theek ho jaayega."
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Kismat
Romance#13 in Urdu! Sakinah has seen a lot. At 22 years old, she's lived a life that seems to never end. At 22 years old, she has the responsibility of her three younger siblings. Nothing in the world matters to her as much as her siblings, not her own hap...
