Lemons and Sherbet ✔️

8- Lemons and Falsa

Sighing Zubair stood up without letting his sister finish and tucked his chair in to indicate the end of the conversation.

Shocked and affronted by his reaction Zoha called after him from her place at the table,"Aareyy! Jaa kahan rahy hoo?! Baat kar rhi thi main! Ajeeb Batameez ho gaya hai yeh larka!! Baron kaa lihaz hi nhi hai?! Had ho gayi! In ke liye rishte dekh rhyn hain! Khuwaar ho rhy hain! Inke nakhrey dekhey koi!!"

Zubair rolled his eyes walking away to his spot on the couch in the lounge.

Zoha continued to yell after him, "Ameer log hain! Itna kuch den ge beti ko!! Gari bhi miley gi Zubair!! Bawley!! Kuch aqal karoo umer nikli jaa rhi haii! Chote se jhoot se kuch nhi bighar jaye gaa! Aye barey musalman!"

He kept ignoring her words though, listening from one ear letting it out from the next. Picking up his phone instead he resumed his failed stalking searching through the many many Muneeza's getting disappointed because each time it was someone else.

*Sigh...* Maybe some people were not as lucky as others.

And maybe he was some people.

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"Aaj Falsey kaa Sherbet baney gaa?" Sawera asked excitedly looking at her mother taking out a basket full of Falsa's and pushing it under the tap on the sink.

"Hann.. Pee lena drame kiye baghair.."

"Nhi!!! Mera toh favorite hai mama!! Maine kab kiyaa drama! Sairaa karti hai!" Sawera pushed at Saira's shoulder standing at the kitchen counter, she was already making disgusted faces looking at the purple beady fruit.

"Mere glass main ek bhi seed nhi ana chahiye! Orr khatta hogaa toh bhi nhi piyun gi!" Saira complained.

"Haan mat peena tumhara bhi main pee lun gi!" Sawera grinned.

"Jaldi jaldi haanth chalaou ek kab se Alu cheel rahin hain khari ho ke! Pata nhi susral jaa ke kyaa haal hogaa! Koi kaam main speed hi nhi hai!! Dekho Lyba ko!" Zubiya smacked the side of her chattering daughters head.

Lyba who was peeling the shells of the hard boiled eggs grinned cheekily winking at her cousins after getting the appreciative comment.

"Hm.. Bohat kaam karti hai Lyba toh.." Sawera said dryly making a face.

"Jealous kyun ho rhi ho? Hain? Jealous kyun ho rhi ho?" Lyba teased.

Sawera rolled her eye sticking out her tongue.

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"Yaar sirf iss masjid ki azaan itni dair se hoti hai! Baqi sab masjid ki azaaney ho jati! Main bataoun! Molvi sahab pehle aapna rozaa khol lete hain puri iftaari kartey hain phir Azaan dete hain!" Hadi groaned falling against Sameer, an almond filled date held in between his limp fingers as they waited for the call of Maghrib prayer to which they broke their fast.

"Hadi tum ko sab pata hota hai! Saari khabrein farishtey alag se tum ko hi toh laa ke dete hain naa?!"

"Arey tum log ko kuch nhi pata! Masoom bachey ho!" He said haughtily replying to Lyba.

"Haan bhaii.. Hadi toh bohaat bara ho gaya hai.. Ajeeb.. CNIC or Driver license kyaa ban gaya pata nhi khud ko president hi samajh bethey hain!"

"Un se bhi zyada pata hai mujhe!"

"Achaa! Bss Iftar pe dua maangtey hain! Larney kaa waaqt nhi hai!"

"Han!" Zoha agreed with Mahrosh as she scolded the two bickering children, "Apne liye bhi dua karo.. Or dua karo apne chachu ke liye.. Inko bhi aqal ajaye thori!"