Maktub-Al-Hayat- 2

"Nimra," a deep groan pierced through my sleep, dragging me back to reality.

I scrunched my nose, refusing to open my eyes. "Allah ka wasta ha, ab kiya museebat ha tumhari?" I muttered, yanking the sheets over my head. (For God's sake, what now?)

"Nimra... Ali Bhai is calling you," came the same annoyingly persistent voice. Aliha.

My eyes snapped open as I shot her a glare. "Aur koi kaam nahi hai uss admi ko?" I grumbled, sitting up and squinting at her. (Does that man have nothing better to do?)

I crossed my arms with a dramatic huff. "Kiya abhi tak meri sahi tarah class nahi le saka jo dobara bula raha hai? Bata do, I'm unavailable." (Is he still sulking because he didn't scold me properly the first time? Tell him I'm unavailable.)

Aliha let out a long-suffering sigh, running a hand through her hair as she leaned against my vanity. "Tum bilkul available ho, drama band karo," she deadpanned, eyeing me like I was the biggest inconvenience of her life. (You're clearly available, so drop the drama.)

My nostrils flared as I shot her a warning look. "Aliha... apni zindagi se nafrat mat karo, mujhe aur ghussa dilane ki zaroorat nahi hai," I muttered, my face twisting in irritation. (Aliha... don't hate your life enough to test my patience.)

With an exasperated sigh, I yanked the covers off and stood up, dragging on my slippers. "Subha subha uss shakhs ka naam le kar mera mood aur mat kharab karna." I gave her a pointed glare. (Don't ruin my morning by saying his name so early.)

"What did you even do that got you scolded?" Aliha asked, raising a brow as I stood beside her, admiring my undeniably gorgeous reflection in the mirror.

I scoffed, flipping my hair. "Mujhe kuch karne ki zaroorat nahi hai uss admi ki daant sun'ne ke liye. Main uska personal punch bag hoon—jab mood kharab ho, bas mujh pe nikal lo." (I don't have to do anything to get scolded by that man. I'm his personal punching bag—whenever he's in a bad mood, I'm the target.)

I turned to her dramatically. "Aur iss dafa ka jurm? Chai mein cheeni dalna bhool gayi thi. Socho zara! Qatal-e-aam ho gaya ho jaise!" (And this time? My crime was forgetting to add sugar to his tea. Can you believe it? Like I committed a national offense!)

Aliha pressed her lips together, clearly holding back a laugh. "Oh."

I shot her a sharp glare. "Don't 'oh' me, Aliha." I huffed, rubbing my temples dramatically. "Mera sar already ghoom raha hai, aur tumhari shakal dekh ke migraine aur badh raha hai." (My headache is already killing me, and looking at your face is making it worse.)

I let out a loud "Uff!", flopping back slightly like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Aliha let out a laugh and straightened up, shaking her head at me. "Acha, ab mun dholo aur tayar ho jao... yaad hai na, aaj breakfast ka plan hai?" she reminded, her voice way too chirpy for my liking. (Okay, wash your face and get ready... remember, we have a breakfast planned?)

I groaned, throwing my head back like my soul was leaving my body. "Mat kehna woh bhi aa raha hai," I deadpanned, narrowing my eyes at her. (Don't tell me he's coming too.)

Aliha bit her lip, clearly trying not to smirk. "Umm..."

I gasped dramatically. "NAHI! Yeh zulm hai! Main yeh bardasht nahi kar sakti!" I clutched my chest, shaking my head furiously. (No! This is cruelty! I can't tolerate this!)