BE HAYAAI KE NUQSAANAAT

Chapter 1 - Relationships of the heart.

Dil Ke Rishte.

(Relationships of the heart.)

"Rishte tab hi qaaim rehte hain, jab dil me ho."

Relationships remain strong when they are kept in the heart.

(Translation of above picture)

A/N : Urdu is not my first language, so please feel free to point out any mistakes. ❤

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The wind whipped her curly hair as she sprinted down the passage, then descended the stairs with such speed that she almost knocked over the delicate and exquisite vase that stood proudly upon a round table, perpendicular to the staircase.
Her giggles echoed throughout the entire mansion, like the tinkling of delicate and soothing bells. Her delicate barefeet thudded on the wooden floor, as she ran.

She ran from her younger sister, fanatically searching for a hiding place to seek refuge in.

When she heard Hamna's feet thudding on the wooden stairs, she hurriedly ducked her head beneath the staircase. A few of her brown tendrils framed her face as she sat down and bowed her head.

She hoped Hamna wouldn't see her here. Due to Hamna's long legs and quick strides, she was able to catch up with her faster than she had expected her to, leaving her no choice but to hide in a much visible spot.

She held her breath as she heard her sister passing the left side of the staircase, that was thankfully covered by a large bookshelf.

Her head snapped up when she felt a solid smack delivered on her back.

She turned around with an agitated look, about to scold at Hamna for being so violent, but her look turned into a sheepish grin when she saw her mother standing beside her hiding spot, looking very unamused.

She hurriedly exited her hiding spot, knocking her head in the process.

She winced, rubbing the sore spot, she was sure would be swollen soon.

Sakina shook her head at her daughter's clumsiness. She was such a child sometimes.

She sighed, shooting her daughter a disapproving look.

"Naailah, you are not a child anymore, stop playing around like a child."
Her mother chided her in urdu, her mother tongue.

Naailah's chocolate brown eyes swam with amusement.

She grinned at her mother.

Her mother worried too much, she needed to chill a little bit sometimes.

She leaned towards her mother, then pecked her cheek.

"Mother dear, outwardly no doubt I am a woman, but I'm still a child at heart."

A scowl spread across Sakina's face.

She knew her daughter was just having innocent fun, but it was about time that she began acting her age and began carrying herself with poise and dignity, the way all her other nieces did. She was afraid that Naailah's care- free attitude and naivety would lead to her destruction, if not addressed soon.