Chaos in the Canvas √

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Hemayal's eyes flew open and the red orbs stared up at the woman who peered down at her with a frown decorating her face. With her eyes narrowed and her hands placed on either side of her waist, Mehmal looked at Hemayal with anger evident on her face.

"Do you know what time it is?" She questioned crossly and Hemayal rolled her eyes before turning around in bed, burying her face in the pillow before it was snatched too.

"The time of your death, for sure." She replied in a tired voice, as she finally sat up on the bed and placed her head against the headrest.

"And are you trying to give me a frostbite? Close the damn window!" Hemayal said tiredly as she looked at her cousin.

"Frostbite? Honey, that's a very small thing as compared to what your boss will do to you if you are late from work once again." Mehmal's words reached her ears and took a moment to register and as soon as they did, Hemayal was out of the bed in no second.

"What time is it?" She almost screamed as she rushed through the bedroom.

No response came and a second later, a rich laughter filled the whole room, making the grey and white colors on the wall smile too as Hemayal came to a stop abruptly and turned around to look at a laughing Mehmal, bewildered.

"Oh, you evil, evil woman!" She said angrily as she looked at Mehmal laughing her lungs out and then at the wall clock that indicated a quarter to ten but it was not the time that made her curse Mehmal or the fact that it was Sunday, it was the memory that she was on holidays these days, in her home town-Abbottabad.

"That's the only way to get you out of bed, you lazy woman!" Mehmal replied laughingly and Hemayal threw the cushion at her before falling on the bed again.

"Why did you wake me up so early? I am on a holiday." The tiredness that had completely abandoned her a few moments ago came crawling back and she lied back on the bed again, her legs hanging from the bed.

Mehmal moved towards the window to close it, putting stop to the cold wind coming inside.

"Because I knew you'll forget." Mehmal rolled her eyes as she sat on the bed beside Hemayal and pulled her up too to make her sit beside her.

"What did I forget this time?" Hemayal asked as she rubbed her eyes and looked at Mehmal, confused.

"Do you know what day it is?" Mehmal asked softly and Hemayal narrowed her eyes thoughtfully but before she said anything, Mehmal answered for her.

"It's the 17th of September." Mehmal replied, her voice soft and suddenly Hemayal's squinted eyes flew wide open as a horrified expression settled on her face.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Where is Musa?" Hemayal hurriedly asked, completely freaked out as she jumped out of the bed and almost rushed towards the bedroom door before Mehmal stopped her from behind.

"He's asleep. I just came to remind you of that before he wakes up. Bhabhi will go mad if you forget Musa's birthday this time too." Mehmal chuckled slightly as she remembered last year when Hemayal forgot the birthday of her only nephew and Bhabhi didn't talk to her for a full day.

"It was his first birthday and his only Phupoo forgets that. What a terrible Phupoo you are, Hami." Mehmal mimicked Anisha Bhabhi quite accurately and Hemayal stared at her, wide eyed, before a rich laughter erupted in the room.

"She didn't talk to me for one whole day." Hemayal laughed as she sat on the bed again, smiling, a smile that made her cheekbones stand high and the walls around her bowed for the smile was enough to make even kings fall on their knees; walls were a small thing.