Happie reading.
Istanbul, Turkey
Hina's POV
It was 12 and those idiots were neither picking up my calls nor answering my messages. Ristay waly will be here anytime soon. I sighed. Why my life is like this I never understand. I have everything thing what a girl dream for but still I'm not happy. May be things are not enough to make you happy, The only thing I wish for is Love which I never get from my family. Baba always busy with his work, and Mama she never saw me as daughter. She is always busy with her friends, party, shopping and other things. My parents neither have Time for me nor love.
The meaning of love care attention is my Friends. That four idiots of my life who make me believe that life is beautiful and blessed. I wonder if they are not in my life I either died or got married.
2 years back, after O-level's result my Maa want me to get married. I was extremely depressed. She even engaged me with a guy of 28 years. When she went out for party I cried my heart out but of no use. My friends excepting warm congratulations and celebrating their result and here I'm after taking highest grades, crying. I thought to attempt suicide. But my thought always being a thought. Because all of them came to my house to celebrate the result. Eeman Zaeema Harib Jerry all got shocked hearing news of my engagement. I told them the whole situation that my mother want to get the rid out of me like I'm a burden on her shoulder. I cried my heart out in front of them and they consoled me forgetting about the celebration.
Next day They four using their acting skills, and emotional black mailing made my Maa realised that I'm so young for all this shadi thing. I'm immature and stupid idiot and bla bla.and also fakely promise her that they will help her in finding a 'Khoobsort larka' for me after college. That's why after the completion of my college, She called some rishta waly. We made a plan to trap them. I'm sure it's gonna successful like before
Aghr ye log mere dost na hote to me aj b darpok si larki hi hoti, me zindagi se bilkul na-umeedon hogai thi, ayesa lagta tha jese ab kabhi jee nhi pio gi, hass nhi piyo gi, Aansi jesa mera muqadar bann gaye hon. Zindagi jese tamam hogai thi ab. Lekin Allah apne bande ko kabhi akela nhi chorta. Zaeema or Eeman ne mujhy zindagi ki khoobsort ko dekhna sikhya, Harib or Jerry ne mujhy hassna sikhya. Inn logo se mil kr mujhy phir se jeena sikha diya. Ab zindagi ki Talkhiyan bhi meethi lagti han ab kuch b bura or mushkil nhi lgta. Pehly me apne ap ko sb se bad-kimsat samjne lagi thi, lekin inn logo ne mjhy btya k mujh se khush-kismat to koi hai hi nhi. Or waqui jb tk mere ye dost mere sath han me sb se khush kismat hon.
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