“Janaza toh meri bhi uth ne wali kya kre?” I replied, laughing.
As we entered our room, Dewan continued to dramatize about his hunger.
I turned to Irfaz “Oyee Mr 6ft ka bandar. Konsa file kaisa file? Konsa review Kaisa review?”
“I just said that to get you out of there,” Irfaz admitted with a smirk.
“Bhai bhook lgi h.” dewan complained.
I nodded in solidarity. “Mujhe bhi. Mujhe toh kitchen mein jana bhi allowed nhi h. Ki kuch bana lu.”
Dewan looked at me helplessly. “Ab kya kre?”
Irfaz, who had been quietly observing our exchange, spoke up. “mera bhi soch lo dono mein bhi bhooka hu”
“tum or bhooka? khaya kiu nhi kareala ase toh bade russian salad italian salad khass fuss khate rehte ho ab kya hua? karela nhi khaya gya?” i taunted him.
“Bahar chalte h.” irfaz suggested.
I raised an eyebrow. “Mrwana h kya mujhe?”
Irfaz suggested, “Online order krte h?”
But Dewan vetoed that idea. “Naah, bhai naagin ko pta chala toh Dss degi.”
“Haye, the new bride has only been here for two days, and she’s already being starved,” I lamented. “I missed you, my sweet, lovely home,” I sighed as we tried to figure out a plan to get some food. As I brainstormed how to arrange food, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I said.
Ayesha walked in and hugged me.
“Bhabhi, I’m going to die from this torture. Save me, I’m starving. Just the sight of karela drained the life out of me,” Ayesha complained.
“Is everyone gone?” Dewan asked her.
“Yeah, everyone’s gone to their rooms. But they warned us not to order food or go out,” Ayesha said, looking defeated.
“Khane ka intezaam kaise kre?” Dewan asked. “Itni raat ko khana bhi kaha milega 1bj rhe h yrr. sab off hone ko h restaurants.”
“Breaking the rules is always more fun,” I said, glancing at Dewan.
“What are you two planning?” Irfaz asked.
I picked up my phone and dialed Sana.
“Oi,” I said.
“What’s up?” Sana asked.
“Where are you?” I inquired.
“Heading home. Why?” she replied.
“Come outside my in-laws’ house right now,” I instructed.
“Right now?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes, right now. And don’t honk, just wait quietly outside,” I added.
“Should we go out?” I asked everyone.
“Let’s goooooo!” Dewan exclaimed.
“I’ll call Zayn. But where are we going?” Irfaz asked, already dialing.
“But how are we going to get out? The main door is locked,” Ayesha pointed out, worried.
I pointed to the window. “Think you can manage to climb out?” I asked with a mischievous grin.
Ayesha’s eyes widened as she looked at the window. “You want us to climb out? Are you serious?” she whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
“Totally serious,bhooki paith ka sawal h” I replied, already moving toward the window to check how we could get out.
Dewan peeked out and gave a thumbs-up. “It’s not too high. We can do this!”
Irfaz chuckled, shaking his head.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this, but okay, let’s go for it.” ayesha said.
One by one, we carefully climbed out of the window. Irfaz helped Ayesha, making sure she landed safely. Dewan was next, his excitement palpable. When it was my turn, I hesitated for a moment, but Irfaz gave me a reassuring look.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he said, offering his hand.
I took it and climbed down, feeling a rush of adrenaline. Once we were all outside, we crouched low and made our way to the edge of the garden, trying to avoid the security cameras.
“Sana’s car is just around the corner,” I whispered.
“Let’s move quickly,” Dewan urged.
We hurried to the car, hearts racing, trying to suppress our laughter. As soon as we were all inside, we breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“We actually did it!” Ayesha exclaimed.
We all snuck out of the house, trying not to make a sound. I could feel the excitement building up inside me.
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As we reached the gate, I saw Sana waiting for us in her car. I waved at her and she smiled, nodding at us to get in. Sana looked at me, concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I grinned, trying to keep the mood light. “I’m starving! I feel like I might faint from hunger.”
Sana chuckled and shook her head. “Alright, let’s get you something to eat then.”
We piled into the car, laughing and chatting excitedly. Irfaz looked at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re quite the rebel, aren’t you?”
I smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement. “You have no idea.”
Dewan leaned forward, his eyes shining with excitement. “Where are we going, bhabhi?”
I grinned, feeling like a kid on Eid morning. “You’ll see. Just buckle up and enjoy the ride.”
As we sped away from the mansion, Ayesha started blasting music and we all burst out showing our singing talent. Dewan was dancing and singing his own rap“Racing through the streets, dodging all the beats, got my shoes on wrong, but my moves still strong!”he belted out, his voice full of exaggerated bravado in the back seat hovering over the sun roof, his hair flying everywhere, while Irfaz was grinning from ear to ear, looking like the king of the world. I was giggling so hard I had tears streaming down my face.
“This is insane!” I exclaimed, holding onto the door handle for dear life. Sana, who was driving, was laughing so hard she was crying. “I’ve never felt so alive!” she shouted, taking a sharp turn that sent us all flying to one side.
We were all screaming with laughter, our adrenaline still pumping from our daring escape. Just then, Dewan started rapping along to the song, his lyrics getting more and more ridiculous. We laughed even harder, tears forming in our eyes. “Dewan, stop! You’re gonna make us crash!”
Ayesha and I were dying laughing, while Irfaz was chuckling and shaking his head. Sana was laughing so hard she was snorting. As we sped through the night, our laughter and music filling the air, I felt like I was on top of the world. Who knew that breaking rules could be so much fun?
But our joy was short-lived. Suddenly, Sana slammed on the brakes, and we all jerked forward.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my heart racing. Sana’s face was pale.
“I think we’ve got company,” she said, her voice trembling. We all turned to look behind us, and that’s when we saw it: a sleek black car, its headlights blazing, gaining on us fast.
“It’s the security team.” Irfaz muttered, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. My heart sank. We were in trouble.
Big time.
“let’s exchange the seat, sana” i said.
we managed to switch seats without getting out of the car. I settled into the driver’s seat, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had never driven a getaway car before, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. Sana patted me on the back.
“You got this,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I took a deep breath and started the engine. The car roared to life, and I put it in gear, feeling a surge of adrenaline as we sped off into the night.
Dewan glanced around, his eyes wide. “Ab kya hoga?”
Ayesha chimed in, “Chalan katega, aur kya?”
Irfaz added, “Agar pakde gaye toh jailed pouch ne se pehle ghar walon tak baat pahunch jayegi”
I shot him a scary look. “Tum darane ke liye aaye ho humare sath? kya sochenge ghrwale kal ki ayi nayi dulhan ghr se bhaag gyi. woh bhi apne nand devar husband ke sth”
I turned to the group with a determined smile. “Guys, plan changed. Ab hum bahar nahi khane wale hain.”
Ayesha was nodding along, her eyes shining with excitement. I was focused on the road, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never driven so fast in my life, and I was loving every minute of it. I turned into the driveway of my apartment building and brought the car to a stop.
“Yeh kahan agaye?” Dewan asked, looking around in confusion.
“Bhabhi ke mayeke,” Sana quipped with a grin.
“Wow, bhabhi, aap khana bana rahi ho kya?” Ayesha teased.
“Looks like we have no other option,” I replied with a playful sigh. “So, endure my cooking for today.”
“Karela mat banana, please,” Irfaz chimed in with mock horror. We all piled out of the car and headed toward the lift. As we waited, Dewan’s eyes lit up as he spotted something. “Bhabhi, McLaren kiska hai?”
“Tumhari pyaari bhabhi ka,” Sana answered with a smirk. Everyone turned to me, their faces full of surprise and admiration.
“Wow, mujhe ek test drive milegi? Pretty please, bhabhi, your pyaara, chhota sa, nanha sa, masoom sa devar,” Dewan pleaded, his tone exaggeratedly sweet.
I chuckled. “Okay, baad mein. Pehle Naggin-I mean Bua-ko jaane do.”
As we reached my apartment, I welcomed everyone in.
“Baith jao, sab. Main chali kitchen dekhne ke liye, kya hai mere paas banane ke liye.”
I headed to the kitchen, checking through the pantry and fridge. All I found were some rice, carrots, raw chicken, and peas. Not much, but it would have to do.
I walked back to the living room. “Fried rice chalegi?”
“Doregi, bhabhi, bas banao do,” Ayesha replied eagerly.
“Sana, aaja, help kar de. Jaldi ho jayega,” I called out, motioning for her to join me in the kitchen.
We began preparing the meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. The sound made everyone freeze for a moment, a sudden tension filling the air.
“Irfaz, check karo kaun hai,” I instructed, feeling a little on edge.
He walked to the door and opened it cautiously. And then, the sound of dramatic music filled the air-Dhumm tanaa terena terena dhumm tanna naaa
It was none other than Zayn, standing at the door with two bags in hand, each filled with ice cream.
“Zayn!” Irfaz exclaimed, relief and surprise washing over me.
He grinned, holding up the bags.
“Thought you guys could use a treat. Looks like I showed up just in time.”
Everyone relaxed and cheered, the tension from the doorbell ringing fading instantly.
“Zayn bhai, you’re a lifesaver!” Ayesha said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the ice cream.
Irfaz shook his head with a laugh.
“And here we thought it was something serious.”
I said, stepping out from the kitchen “You’re just in time for some fried rice. Sana and I were about to start cooking.”
Zayn walked in, setting the bags down on the counter. “Perfect timing,”
After some time in the kitchen, I finally finished cooking the fried rice. With a sense of accomplishment, I served it all up and brought it out to the living room, where everyone was eagerly waiting.
“Fried rice is ready!” I announced, placing the steaming dishes on the table.
Everyone gathered around, their faces lighting up as they caught the delicious aroma.
“Wow, bhabhi, this smells amazing!” Ayesha said, reaching for a plate.
“Looks like you’re a pro at this,” Irfaz teased, taking a seat.
“jaan pe jaan ayi ab isko dekh ke bhabhi” dewan said.
Sana helped distribute the plates, and soon enough, everyone was digging in, the room filled with the sound of laughter and conversation. The earlier tension had completely melted away, replaced by the warmth of good food and even better company.
As I sat down with my own plate, I couldn’t help but smile. This impromptu gathering had turned into something special, and I was glad to share it with the people I cared about.
after we re done we went back home silently and slept.
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As my alarm rang for Fajr prayers, I got up from my bed, changed into my anarkali, and went to the bathroom for wazu. After coming out, I laid out my prayer mat and started my salah. After two rak’ahs, as I stood up from my sajda, I noticed him watching me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, slightly startled.
“I’m just watching my farista (an angel) ,” he replied with a charming smile.
“Hmm, why don’t you get up, perform wazu, and pray two rakahs yourself?” I teased him.
{Two rakahs: A rakah is a unit of the prayer that includes bowing and prostration. Performing two rakahs means praying two complete units of prayer.}
“Will you pray with me?” he asked.
“Will you pray if I tell you to? You’re awake on time, so go ahead and pray,” I said.
I saw him nod and head to the bathroom. As he disappeared from view, I continued with my remaining prayers. When I finished, I saw him waiting behind me. I smiled, moved away from my mat, and began reading from the Quran Sharif.
Once he was done, he approached me, folding the mat and placing his hand on my head, mimicking what I had done the previous evening. “Omaigot, he is so cute,” I thought.
“Copy kar rahe ho mere?” I asked.
“Apko bhi Allah hifazat se rakhe, meri ek lauti jaan hein aap.,” he said, kissing my forehead. I blushed, feeling a warm crimson spread through my body.
He touched his nose to mine and slid it across, making me feel slightly overwhelmed. He moved away, removed his kurta, and jumped onto the bed, shirtless.
‘Yaar, isko kya ho gaya hai subah-subah,’
“T-shirt kaha hai?” I asked, blushing as I looked at his toned abs.
I want to move my fingers on his body. (Oh my books, yeh kya ho raha h mujhe) or pardho romance wale books my consiousness mocked me.
“I just got tired of wearing clothes,” he said.
“Phir bhi yaar, main yahan hoon, aur tum besharam ki tarah nangu ghum rahe ho,” I said, and he quickly covered himself with the duvet.
“Come, let’s sleep,” he said with a yawn, holding my arm.
“You sleep; I’m not sleepy now,” I told him, gesturing for him to go ahead.
“Fine, don’t sleep, but can you lie beside me until I fall asleep?” he asked cutely. I giggled at his words.
“Seriously?” I asked, raising my brows at his childish request. He nodded enthusiastically.
“It’s your fault; tumne aadat kharab kar di hai meri. Now I can’t sleep without you; I need you beside me,” he explained.
I smiled and walked out of the bed to put my Qur’an away in the wardrobe, then lay down beside him.
“Come here,” he whispered, tapping the space beside him. I moved closer, lying down next to him. He placed his head on my tummy and wrapped his arm around my waist.
I ruffled his soft hair as he nuzzled into my stomach. I felt a churn in my stomach but remained silent, letting sleep envelop me once more.
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Author Note:
Hey guys, it’s me, Reb again! If you’re enjoying my writing and love dark romance, then you should definitely check out my latest book,Who is the Real Psychopath.
I’m sure you’ll love it! Also, don’t forget to check out my Instagram reels for some juicy spoilers.
Book Details:
Title:Who is the Real Psychopath(21+)
Tropes: Psycho serial killer FMC, architect MMC, revenge, smut, manipulation, dark romance, psychological warfare.
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