" When did you start following rules?" She laughs.
I hesistate. But I look at her
"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶," I said. Or rather confessed.
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Meera Si...
What are they doing here? Bua ji is all angry and others also seem too furious. Oh gosh. We are dead.
"Hayeee rabb ji! Ye kya haal bana diya meri bacchi ka! Ye kya hai kapde pehne hai meri beti ne!" Bua ji started her real drama again. I have grown fond of the fact that Bua ji was the typical bua ji. Strict and judgemental.
"Areee bua ji chilll! And dancee! Watch me danceee~" Meera sang the tunes of Dua Lipa. Right now she doesn't need Dua lipa. She needs actual Dua to be saved from the beasts sitting here.
"Bhaisahab! Ye dekhiye! I told you not to give her so much freedom! But no, yahan kon sunta hai meri! Dekha abhi!" She says. Shivaay uncle is breathing fire at this point. I hold Meera's arm to prevent her from stumbling.
"Abhi jo baat hogi, kal bhajans ke baad hogi. Everyone, back to their rooms" Shivaay uncle announced and walked out, giving us a last glare. Shivani aunty too is glaring at her daughter and so is Bua ji. Everyone's out when I place these two on their beds.
Kal to gaye hum sab.
Meera's pov
I wish someone never invented alarm. It's making my headache worse than I expected it to be. Like someone's banging my goddamn head with a hammer. Gosh this is why I hate getting drunk. I don't even remember half of the things I did yesterday. I checked my phone to see the time 6am with the title- Bhajans written.
Oh right.
Bhajans.
I wake up with a headache, worsening every single second passing by and I only wish I could just bang my head on a wall right now. I was still wearing my party clothes.
How did I come here again?
Last thing I remember is...
Oh gosh.
I kissed Kabir.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This is why kids, you should not get drunk.
Should I resign first before he fires me? That way would be much less embarassing than it already is. Oh god why are you such an idiot Meera?
I hear Amaira coming out of the washroom. She's drying her hair, wearing an orange kurta and kameez. How does she even have the energy to wake up and doll up in the most sanskaari way when she was dancing like an animal on 'Gasolina' yesterday night?
Weird specimen these are.
"Get up and get ready for our death" I heard her say, preparing black coffee for herself. I nod and walk to the bathroom when Amaira has already kept my clothes in.
I take a hot shower to get rid of all the built tension in my muscles and it helps my body relax. But not my headache.
Hammer a nail in my head already.
The way I have a total arm workout washing my hair is insane. I'll definitely lose weight once I start washing my everyday. Usually it's two times a week.
I wipe myself with a dry towel and change into a orange silk suit with organza silk orange duppata. I wear small dangling golden jhumkas and braid my hair, letting few strands of it fall on my forehead.
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