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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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"My deepest wish is for you to become the final chapter of my life's story. And if that can't be, then may my last breath be spent in longing for you."
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Iqra sighed, her gaze fixed on Shafaq. "Shafaq, could you please help me explain to Mum that being cooped up at home indefinitely isn't feasible? There will come a time when I must step outside. She should think about letting me take this part-time job."
Sila's firm voice came from the kitchen. "Shafaq, tell her that I won't allow her to work, no matter what."
Ignoring the exchange, Shafaq maintained her focus on Aaina. "Aapi, our team got a place in a week-long volleyball competition in another state," Aaina said proudly.
Shafaq looked surprised. "Wah ji! Kya baath hai ("Wow! That's amazing!"). I'm genuinely surprised you've remained committed to volleyball for this long. But I doubt Mum will let you be away from home for a full week." She returned from the kitchen, a plate in hand, and settled on the sofa, crossing her legs.
Aaina's hand darted towards the plate of pakoras, but was swiftly halted. "Kindly refrain. Fetch your own," Shafaq declared, moving the plate out of Aaina's reach.
Despite this, Aaina managed to sneak one from her plate. "Mum has already given me permission," she stated with a smirk.
Caught mid-bite, Shafaq shifted her attention first to Iqra, then to Aaina, her expression a mix of exasperation.
"You let the youngest one do what she wants, but you treat me like I can't do anything, just because of a small sickness," Iqra complained, clearly upset as she walked up the stairs.
Shafaq exchanged a disbelieving look with Aaina, who in turn asked, 'What?'.
"Is this what you texted me for?" Aaina nodded and tried to grab another pakora from Shafaq's plate, she received a swift slap on the hand.
"Haath peechhey, ("Hands off")" warned Shafaq.
"Seriously, aapi, what's with the stinginess? There are more in the kitchen," Aaina remarked, a trace of offence in her tone.
"Well then, go to the kitchen and get them. Why are you eating mine?"
A defeated "Fine" escaped Aaina's lips as she made her way to the kitchen.
"Listen, since you're heading to the kitchen, could you bring me the chutney too." Shafaq called after her, extending the plate of chutney.
"Uth kar khud le ao,"('Fetch it yourself,') Aaina replied with a smirk, before exiting the room.
In the evening, Shafaq and Sila found themselves in the living room, engrossed in a Pakistani drama. Shafaq broached the subject of Iqra's potential employment.
