Bezubaan Ishq #Wattys2019 #MissionDesi

Chapter Forty Eight

It's almost 2020... I'll be writing in real time soon. 😭😂

I am juggling between 2 jobs and working all seven days. Still few more days to go before I finally get a day off since my exams 😭

So, I'll try to update soon, if I don't, you now know why and if I there are still typos, you now know why 😂♥️ thanks for keeping up with me you guys ❤️ ❤️

SANAM's POV

Cold late night breeze blew through my hair, making them scatter all over my face. I mentally scowled as I tucked them behind my ears. It had taken me so long to get my hair to sit right.

"You made it!" Shehryaar Widened his smile at me as I approached his car.

"Yeah. I guess," I mumbled like a fool as I quickly gathered all my hair and slid a hair tie on them. Sneaking out wasn't that hard. There was no one in the lounge and all the lights were already turned off by the time I got ready to leave.

"So where are we going?" I asked curiously as I looked back at Shehryaar's car and frowned seeing more people in it.

"Ice cream," he shrugged and ran a hand through his hair before stepping back to open the back door for me.

"Uhm this is Ruksaar. Raheel. And you know Maha already," Shehryaar introduced me rather awkwardly.

"Is Shifa coming?" Maha asked me instantly but I shook my head.

"Nah, too much school work," I lied.

"So how are you guys finding Houston?" I asked, no one in particular. Strangely, Ruksaar looked away instead and rolled down the window.

"It's great," Raheel responded after a moment, "I feel like I should consider it for post-grad. Really."

"Whatever," Ruksaar mumbled, "New York isse bhi accha hone wala hai."

"That's true," I agree with her, "New York is something else. I did my business diploma from there."

"Business diploma?" Shehryaar raised an eyebrow at me through the rear view mirror, "impressive."

"Thank you," I rolled my eyes at him. Impressive? What's so impressive in that?

"Shehryaar bata rahe the aap kutte billiyon ki jaan bachaati hein?" Ruksaar asked, cutting through the awkwardness, and I gasped.

"Kutte billi?" I repeated as I narrowed my eyes at Shehryaar, "you call them kutte billi?"

"Arrey maine nahi bola yaar!" Shehryaar looked back at me for split second before looking ahead again, "Ruksaar yaar! Marwaogi kya?"

"Humne kya kiya?" Ruksaar frowned at him, "kutte billi ko kutte billi nahi toh kya haathi Yah chuhaa bolenge?"

How dare she!

"Stop calling them—"

"Acha Ab shuru mat ho jaana. Ruksaar ki taraf se main maafi maangta hoon," Shehryaar interrupted me, "I am sorry. Okay?"

"I don't need your sorry," huffing, I folded my arms and sat back.

Kutte billi?! Heartless humans!

SHEHRYAAR's POV

"Here we go!" I announced as I pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream parlour. Raheel glanced at me awkwardly as I looked back at the girls. Sanam rolled her eyes at me before stepping out of the car.

"I am sorry," I mumbled in a hushed tone so only she could hear me, "Ruksaar doesn't get it and you can't expect everyone to love animals like you do."