I looked at the mirror which was reflecting my yellow dress. I adjusted my dupata and sat on the bed. I signed heavily and waited for them to arrive when my phone rang. It was Azaan, again. He had called me before but as I was in the shower and then fell asleep I didn't pick it up.
It's been only 4hrs since we talked but it felt like 4 years.
Act tough Shagufta!
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, sorry to hang up. I was busy doing something!"
"Yeah...obviously."I said the last part softly.
"No sir, the bags are over there!" I heard someone say from the other side.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Oh, don't be jealous it was the staff!" he chucked slightly.
It's been so long since I've heard him laugh.
"In your dreams! Wait, what staff?"
"Well...hello Mumbai!" I could feel him smiling right now.
"What?! You? Here?!"
"I guess yeah...and I'm coming to your place!"
"NO!"
"Whoa! Why?" he asked surprisingly.
"Because they will be there anytime!" I yelled.
"Uhhh..who?"