Just For Inheritance

Thoughts

"Nhin but I have to say, that was mind-blowing," Shanaya mumbles, chuckling deeply.

Norah laughs, her head tipping back as they navigate together through the empty road. Their giggles subside, the chirping of the crickets escalating by each passing second.

"Vese aap job kya karti hain?" Norah mutters, breaking the silence, clasping her hands behind her back.

"Woh I'm a lawyer," Shanaya answers, a proud smile tugging her lips. Norah raises a brow, clearly flabbergasted.

The street is too silent that even a whisper would seem like a yell. The sound of Norah's shoes scraping the ground, followed by soft rumbling of tiny rocks erupts with each step they take.

Trees stand tall on the edge of the road, seeming more like a dark cloud or a shadow that's waiting to consume them. Norah's instinctive thoughts turn full onto the horror vibe--

"Pata nahin kahan reh gaye woh log," Shanaya sighs, her gaze flickering as far as it could, trying to catch a glimpse of any approaching car.

She tries to turn on her phone, only to see it switched off. Perfectly wrong time for a phone to die.

"Tum call karke dekho."

Norah gulps, scratching her head, slight regret washing over her.

"Meine toh galti se gadi mein hi chhodh diya tha phone," She says, when a faint howl echoes through the night, instantly making the two girls step closer to each other.

Well, all the guests seemed to have left, no human in sight. Jujhar and Fateh later on, had to park their cars somewhere far away since the parking in the resort was only for close family members.

Except the fact they haven't returned with it. Yet.

Norah's weariness flows into thin air, completely awakening her senses. So is with Shanaya, and she keeps herself on guard.

Faint barking, not so faint, reaches their ears, adding more to their unease. Perverts can be handled, not blood-thirsty dogs--

"I'm telling you, agar mujhe kuch bhi chua, mein Fateh ka katal kardongi," Norah hisses, tying her disheveled hair into a bun.

"Aur mein tumhein faasi ki saza se bachalongi, hire me," Shanaya counters back, grabbing her purse as a shield.

There's a brief second before both of them burst into complete laughter, recklessly colliding with each other, gasping for air. The tension melts into humor.

Their chirping eyes light up at the sight of them finally approaching. They instantly hop in the back seat, the chill of AC hitting them.

"Shukar hai, humein laga mar war na gayi hon, pata chale police humein jail mein daal de," Jujhar scoffs, securing his seat belt. Norah suddenly feels a lingering gaze on her-

Her eyes darting to Fateh on the passenger seat, his lips pressed together as he seems to scan her.

"Aise kaise, property ka hissa lekar hi marenge," Norah counters back, looking right into his eyes, high-fiving Shanaya, another series of giggles escaping them.

The giggles are very soon replaced by loud snores, and frequent thumping of heads against the car windows.

Shanaya is the first they drop, followed by Jujhar. Fateh takes the driver's seat right after he leaves, settling into it. His gaze diverts to slumped Norah, and he gently taps her knee. Norah remains unaffected, deeply in slumber.

"Noor!" Fateh yells, tapping firmly. Norah's eyes slowly peek open before she hums deeply, a yawn brushing past her lips.

"Aage aajao," Fateh mumbles, placing the gear.

"Zarurat nahin hai," Norah retreats quickly, sleep evident in her posture.
Fateh licks his lips, gently nodding--

Norah hastily places her foot on the front seat, ducking a little before she slides into the seat, the sound of leather scraping with her jeans echoing in the atmosphere.

She places her feet on the dashboard, leaning back into the seat, her eyes fluttering close. The corner of Fateh's lips twitch into the faintest smile before the way her shoes touch his clean dashboard begins to annoy him.

But he ignores.

Wantingly ignores.
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Fateh cracks his knuckles, pacing to and fro, his steps quick yet controlled--

"Mr. Gill, it's done!" A victorious yell makes him halt, his gaze dropping to the manager.

"He's agreed!" The manager urges, giving him a thumbs up. Fateh remains stationary, the words sinking in. The manager walks up to him, thinking he hasn't heard.

"Mr. Goyal is ready to invest in your project!" He mumbles right at his face, beaming most politely.

Fateh nods, gently at first but soon furiously. He rubs his jaw, victoriously screaming inside. Finally. Finally he's got it!
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Norah plops herself onto the sofa, sipping the steaming hot tea, a satisfactory gasp escaping her.

She unknowingly can imagine him pointing it out, accusing it of being poison just because it has sugar. Anyway, her gaze drops to the book in her lap.

After a long day at work, here she is reading the five signs to fall in love! She chuckles to herself, perhaps she'll make him read it too! Why should she suffer alone-

She skips to the first chapter, her eyes soaking in the alphabets.

The rustling of the paper flows past her before her eyes widen and she spits out the warm sip of tea. She coughs uncontrollably, not from choking but from what's written.

"Sign One: They occupy your thoughts."
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