Jaan-E-Adaa

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"Zishan-" His friends started but were cut off.

"Go away." He huffed running a hand through his clenched jaw.

"Bro-"

Zishan's best friend, Raheem patted the other boys and they all walked away while shaking their heads.

Rabya too was about to walk away when his voice called her out.
"I didn't ask you to go away."

"Doesn't matter. Mujhe tumse baat hi nahi karni hai." Rabya huffed, now facing him clearly.

"Tou mat karo baat. Chup hoke baith jao bas." He answered with a shrug and groaned as pain hit him again.

Frantically, she took a seat beside him and took out her handkerchief and blew into it, turning into a little warm.
She pressed the same warm handkerchief on Zishan's cheek, blowing warm air on his cheek.

Thankfully he didn't get any wet or deep injuries. There were only 2 swells on his face.

"Tum kab sudhroge? Sirf exams bache hai tumhari college life khatam hone me and you're still busy fighting Mohsin." Rabya complained.

"I don't need another lecture. I am sure I'll get plenty of it after reaching home." Zishan let out.

"Tou mai kuch bolu bhi na ab?" Rabya whispered.

"Rabi please, don't." He whispered back.

"Dekho kitna bada swell hai. Time lagega sahi hone me aise tou." Rabya said examining his injury.

"Mujhe aadat hai." Zishan replied.
"Bol tou aise rahe ho jaise bohot acchi baat hai." She rolled her eyes at his reply.

"Aisa karte hain, ghar chalte hai. Yaha baithne se faida nahi." She announced.
"Tum mere saath chal rahi ho aaj?" He asked.

"Tumhari halat lag tou nahi rahi drive karne ki. But I have no other choice. Driver uncle busy hai aaj." Rabya replied.

"Please, mai 16 saal ki umar se drive kar raha hu. I can drive anywhere in any condition at this point." Zishan boasted.

"Whatever. Aisa karo, tumhare ghar ki chalte hai. Waha se mai cab bula lungi. Varna tumhe mujhe chhodne me 1 ghanta extra lag jayega." Rabya said with a thoughtful look.

"Hmm okay."
Saying this they got up and walked out of the cafeteria together.

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"Assalam-alaikum!" Rabya yelled the first thing as she stepped inside the modern structured 2 story bungalow.

"Rabya, meri bacchi. Waalaykumussalam" Saima, who was sitting in the living room got up with a big smile as she walked near the entrance where Rabya and Zishan stood.

Rabya's mother and Zishan's mother were cousins that made Rabya and Zishan second cousins as well.
Their mothers belonged to a big family so they both have lived together all their lives.

Luckily they both married and settled in the same city, making them and their families even closer.
Not that they weren't in touch with their other cousins, but because living in the same city, it had made them particularly close enough.