CHAPTER 1
320 Words
Hoorain's POV :
No alarm clock can compete to mom's " TURN OFF THE FAN" technique. It always forces me to get off the bed but I'm really mad at the moment because Firstly, I only slept for like 2 hours and Secondly, Its Sunday! And the only day I can sleep till I want to... Whatever is the reason for mom to wake me up, I don't care. Even if we won a free ticket for Asim Azhar's concert.
Anyways I woke up, which means I'm still on bed but checking my phone for the notifications. Ha! Everyone does that.
"Keep that phone down and go wash up" shouted mom.
I sighed, took a long breath hoping it might give me the energy to stand up. And Alaad! I did.
I walked up to the kitchen hoping mom's gonna make me a good yummy Paratha but instead, she was making kebabs and biryani for that infamous SOMEONE .
"Ammi is someone coming over ? cuz u only feast us with biryani if someone is ." I teased.
"Yeah Shazzy is coming from UK " she said with a huge smile on her face. Yeah ! As if I know any SHAZZY.
" Who Shazzy ? " I asked.
" He is your cousin, your Mamu's son . Don't you remember ? " She asked
"Ammi how would I know who is he!" I exclaimed." Don't you remember the boy with whom you used to play a lot ?" She asked.
I wondered a little then replied,"No"
"The one who bit u on... " Mum said in a teasing voice.
I started coughing and said "What hahah that Shazzy haha I used to tease him a lot!"
Wow now it would be fun teasing him that poor boy has to face Hoorain Ali's wrath *evil laughs*
He was such a fat kid then. I wonder how he is looks now.
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