Saira Malik
"Hello everyone, my name is Ilara, and I'll be your host tonight. Here are the menus, and I hope you'll enjoy our food."
The lady, dressed in a sleeveless maroon blouse, and black pencil skirt passed Fahad a seductive smile, before spinning on her heel and walked away. The extra sway in her hips did not go unnoticed. Imran and I shared a look, locking our gazes on him.
Fahad heaved a sigh, looking through the menu. On feeling two pairs of eyes on him, he glanced our way.
"What?"
"Why are we here, bhaiya?"
"What do you mean?" He asked muddled.
"Why are we in this particular restaurant?"
"Saira had insisted." He replied casually. My jaw dropped to the floor at his audacity to lie so flatly.
"Main?!"
"Haan tum."
"Jhoot nai bolo aap, acha? I never suggested this place! I don't even know anything about dining here."
"That's exactly why I have been taking you around like a damned tour guide. Imran had asked you to pick out a place and this is what you chose. Bhool gaye itni jaldi?" He cocked a brow. Shutting the menu, and clasping his hands together.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, as I looked away, chewing on the inside of my cheek.
Phasgaye! Phasgaye! My inner self mocked.
"I. . .uh. . ."
"Aye bade American, huh." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, making me furrow my brows. Grabbing the glass of water, he brought it to his lips. But before he could take a sip, I reached out and seized it from his hands.
"Oye! Aye bade American ka kiya matlab? Mai boli aapku tour karao bolke?! Uncle insist kare the, mai nai. Bhool gaye itni jaldi?" I retorted.
"Toh Uncle ku nai bolsakte the na aap. Bole?"
"Astaghfirullah! Stop lying in my face! I told him, I'd go with Emad and Maryam. But he turned it down as soon as I brought it up. If only you had paid more attention rather than shooting daggers at me, you'd know!" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
Attitude toh dekho Hitler ka!
The last part seemed to have shut him up, briefly. But he was soon to recover.
"Toh chale jaana tha na! Mera time aur energy kyu kharab kare?!"
"Aysa?" I cocked a brow at him.
"Fine. Sorry, aapka precious time waste kari so mai." I say but correct myself immediately. "Actually, apna precious time. Aaj ke tour se acha tha, mai ghar pe rehti, ya koi paise deke tour karleti. At least, itta boring toh nai hota tha!"
"Boring? Boring tha toh boldena tha na. Muhn me ladoo tha tumhare?" He snapped.
"Aap jaise khadoos Hitler ku kon kiya bolsakte? Bole toh bande pe asar bhi hona na."
"Baji--" I heard Imran speak, making a vague attempt of intervening but was cut off.
"Mein khadoos Hitler, huh? Kiya kara mai khadoos kaman?"
"Kiya nai kare poocho! Car mai baithe to hilna nai zyada. Songs play nai karna. Jagah dekhne gaye to utar nai it seems! Jo bhi hai bas car me se baithke dekho. Ye kiya toh bhi? Maza karne ke liyea tour karre nai, punishment thi ye tour karo bolke?! Aur agar aapku meku car me hi bithana tha din bhar, to itne baar kapre kyu change karwane lagaye?"
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Humor"I was on a goddamn vacation in this God-forsaken place. I never meant to get engaged to you. I never meant any of this to happen. You. Me. Us. None of it!" That was Saira Malik's life in summary. Once a happy-go-lucky girl fantasized about two thin...
