Four guys connected by family.
Four girls connected by friendship.
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"Dont give me that look." I say, trying to break the eye contact.
"Like what?" He steps closer.
"Like if I ask you to burn this world, you...
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Song: Desi girl🎶
I had a simple dream. A vision, really.
We would arrive at the Amari farmhouse, alive (hopefully). The sun would be shining, birds would be singing, and the air would smell of freshly made pakoras and chai. Peace. Tranquility. A quiet weekend away from the noise of the city, where we could sleep in, eat good food, and mind our business.
But no.
Because my life is not a peaceful life.
My life is a soap opera written by an underpaid, over-caffeinated writer who thrives on drama.
And right now, that drama was unfolding in the form of my bedroom being torn apart by my so-called best friends.
Chaos. Madness. Absolute carnage.
If my room was ever investigated, the authorities would assume a robbery took place. Clothes flung over lamps, a half-melted lipstick smeared on my bedsheet, Haiza's straightener actively smoking on my bed.
Zahra sat comfortably on my pillow, eating my chips, looking down at the disaster with the amused smirk of an evil overlord.
And me?
I was physically fighting my mother, who was trying to ruin my life with blush.
"AMIRA, STOP MOVING!" she yelled, pinning me down with the strength of a wrestler.
"NO! I WILL NOT BE A FASHION VICTIM!" I screamed, dodging left and right like I was in a Mission Impossible scene.
"You look like a corpse!" she shrieked.
"LET ME BE A PRETTY CORPSE IN PEACE!"
Just then-Haiza let out a banshee scream.
"I CAN'T FIND MY OTHER SHOE!" she howled, flinging pillows across the room like an exorcist.
Mahi, still crawling under my bed like she was in a horror movie, screamed back.
"AT LEAST YOU HAVE SHOES! I'M MISSING A WHOLE PERSONALITY BECAUSE I CAN'T FIND MY EARRING!"
Zahra, who had done absolutely nothing to help anyone, took a slow sip of her juice and smirked.
"Sounds like a you problem."
Haiza chucked a hairbrush at her. "YOU'RE USELESS!"
Zahra dodged with zero effort. "And yet, still thriving."
Meanwhile, Mahi had now fully snapped.
"WHERE. IS. MY. EARRING?!" she shrieked, flipping my entire mattress over like a madwoman.
"MAHI, YOU'RE NOT THE FBI!" I yelled.
"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!"
"DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL THE NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY TO HELP YOU?!"
