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"Ammiiiii!!!!!"
"Ammiiiiiiiiiii!!!!"
"Azraa Appiii!!!"
"Sameerrr????? AArijjjjj??? Lamiyaaaa???? YYarrrrrr koi toh sun looo??? Koi haiii uper???"
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"Areyy... Lyba lag raha hai Hadi awaz de raha hai uper se.." Mahrosh whipsered wearing a light frown as she looked at her daughter playing with her phone.
"Nhi nhi.. Hadi nhi hai.."
"Arey nhi! Hai! Dekho toh jaa kar!"
"Mama Sameer jaye naa.." She whined curling her knees up on the sofa not making any attempts to move.
"Haye Allah! Kitni awazeyn de raha hai woh! Dekhlo jaa ke kyaa hua... Sameer, Arij sab masjid gaye huyen hain, pata toh hai tum ko, bari phupoo log namaz parh rhi hain.. jaou jaldi!"
"Ughhhhh!" Slamming the phone down on the foam she reluctantly got up kicking her slippers and grumbling something akin to, "Sab kaam mujh se hi karati rehti hain!"
"Hayi Allah! Kaise patkhi mera phone! Behudda aulad!" Mahrosh craddled her phone in her hand caressing the slim body and glared in the direction of Lyba.
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"Ammiiiiiiii???"
Hadi was indeed yelling from the upstairs guest bathroom but because everyone was dowstairs inside air-conditioned rooms with the doors shut tight and widows locked (Kahin se bhi cooling leak naa ho jaye!) No one could hear his voice. No one except Mahrosh who was in the lounge reciting Quran and now Lyba.
"Kya mout aa gayi? Chupkali hai kya ander? Kyun cheekheyn maar rhy ho?"
"Lyba?! Lybaa tum ho?"
"Nhi.. Tumhara bhoot.. bako kya masla hai?!" She asked distraught.
"Yarr Lyba, kab se awazen de raha hun! Tum log behrey ho kyaa? Koi sun hi nhi raha!!" he first complained then carried on explaining his issue, "Yaar bohat garam pani aa raha hai.. motor chala do!"
"Tum ko kis ne kaha thaa uper waley bathroom main aa ke nahao?" Lyba giggled.
If he wasn't in such a compromising position, completely dependent on her help Hadi would have hit her with the rubber slipper in his foot.
"Yarr tum motor chala do naa baad main daant nikal naa!" He cried.
"Kyaa bohat garam pani hai?" She asked softening her tone.
"Haan naa!"
"Jism jal raha hai??"
"Haan lybaa kholta hua pani aa rahaa!"
"Dhuwaan bhi nikal raha hai?"
"Abey haan yaar! Kyaa urdu samajh nhi aa rhi! Farsi bolun?"
"Aati hai tum ko?"
"Lyba pit jaou gi Roza hai mera! Main--"
Lyba stifled her laugh, her insides filling with glee at seeing Abdul-Hadi's desperate position.
"Light gayi hui hai ... motor toh nhi chaley gi.." She drawled flicking her hair back. The teenie tiny ones.
"Abhi toh light thii!! Yaar jhoot nhi bolo! Rozaa haii!" He yelled louder.
"Toh ab chali gayi naa..." She shrugged. She'll offer further two rakats of namaz-e-toubah but this moment can not be left un-availed. Abdul-Hadi had destroyed their roof moment last night and then again he ate her piece of the boiled egg in Sehri and he had also accidentally dropped her tooth brush on the bathroom floor.
STAI LEGGENDO
Lemons and Sherbet ✔️
Storie d'amore~ A sweet and sour Ramzan short story of Lyba's family and a glimpse into their topsy turvy life.~ Laughs, smiles, some tears shed. Trust me you are not ready for what's inside this book.
4- Lemons and Tang
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