(Where is the event?)
"Hoor ke ghar me hi hai. Apko card ni mila?" Yumna wondered if he hadn't received the card yet.
"Mila ha, main dekhna bhulgya." Hadeed shrugged.
( I received it, but I forgot to open it.)
"Shabbash. Card dya kisne? Hoor ne ya dr ahil ne?"
(Excellent. Who gave the card? Hoor or Dr Ahil?)
"Dono ne. Yakeenan ek dusry ko btana zuroori ni smjha hoga ke isy already invite krlia hai." They both laughed at the scenario.
(Both. Pretty sure they didn't tell each other I had invited him.)
"Sahi kaha. Allah hi hidayat de dono ko."
(You're right. May Allah guide them both.)
"Ameen." Hadeed replied.
"Kitna kam hua tmhra?" Yumna turned her focus to Minha who was eating another biscuit.
(How much work have you done?)
"Mjhy question smj agya tha main krne wali thi but ap dono hans pry and mai bhulgyi." Minha's reason made them both make a straight, no-nonsense face.
(I had understood the question and was about to do but you both laughed and I forgot.)
"Ye kesi logic thi? Na sar na pair." Hadeed asked. Minha did not say anything.
(What kind of logic was that? No head and no feet.)
"Waise Minha main jab andr aya tha koi shopper rkha tha maine idhr? Ya madiha ne?" Hadeed looked here and there.
(Minha when I entered did I put any shopping bag here? Or Madiha did?)
"Nahi."
(No.)
"Gaari me reh gya hai, main cake laya tha." Hadeed took his keys out.
(I left it in the car, and I brought a cake.)
"Fikr mt kren, main le ati hun. Ap dono beth k hansen." Minha immediately stood up and went to him to take the keys. Hadeed forwarded it to her.
(Don't worry, I will bring. You guys sit and laugh.)
"Apna phone den." Yumna placed her open palm in front of him.
(Give me your phone.)
"Kiun?" Hadeed raised his eyebrows.
(Why?)
"Den na."
(Give na.)
"Batayen kiu?" Hadeed gave her the phone while asking.
(Tell me why?)
"Aap Ko mujhpe aitbaar nahi?"
(Do you not trust me?)
"Ye kis bat ki emotional blackmailing thi waise, de to chuka hu phone ab."
(What was this emotional blackmailing for, I have already given the phone?)
Yumna typed the password. It was 123456. Yumna had told him even a 10 year old would set a better and stronger password than him but he hadn't changed it. The password can be stronger, but his memory wasn't.
"Dikhayen kia krrhi hain." Yumna had turned the phone screen away from his sight.
(Show me what you're doing.)
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Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)
RomanceNot mature. Rated it to prevent it being posted on teen sites. Cringy unedited first draft that I, as the writer, don't have the heart to read again. I cannot edit it, too busy, so I keep writing ahead. Read at your own risk and responsibility, know...
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