It was a brand new day, fresh weather, fresh breeze, good sleep and lots of love. Is that what you expect?
But for me, MEEYA daughter of Akbar, it was the day of resurrection. Resurrection? You will know why.I woke up in my bed with the smell of his scent still overwhelming me. He was nowhere. How did I end up in my bed? Last night my head was resting on his shoulder. Now I'm in bed? What happened ... errr.. I scratched my head and woke up. It was just not good. A gloomy bad omen vibe was present.
Something was just not right. I stumbled a few steps towards my luggage to take my clothes to wear after bathing. Surprisingly, the luggage was all packed and clothes were all neatly folded. Maybe the helpers here cleaned my bag. So kind of them I thought. I ransacked the whole luggage to grab my favourite dress that I wanted to wear.
I chose an Anarkali that was blueish. It looked good on me. Hopefully, I can impress Farim. Patiently, I draped the scarf over my chest and walked down the spiral stairs.It was rather an unusual sight. My whole family was gathered in the living area having a chat. Looked quite serious. I salaamed them and quickly made my way to the kitchen side. There all the girls were gathered. I felt that I was overdressed. Everyone was wearing very simple clothes. Which was quite unusual to me as usually, they present themselves well with Jewelleries and bangles in front of the guests. Only for a funeral, they would be this simple. WAIT ... a funeral???
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Romance"YOU stupid idiot, you just started?? How disrespectful?" she yelled as she took something that looked like a long rod and hit me on my hands, legs, head. Tears welled up in my eyes but I had to control them not showing my weakness ..... "Pakki??" h...