Faiz? Faiz.

I back came in my room. I lay down in my bed as i took my phone in my hand.

I unlocked it and i saw-

"6 Missed Calls From Masi"

"1 missed call from Heena"

"4 New Massages"

'Oh my i missed Masi's six calls she is gonna really mad.' i told my self

Masi ( Masi means Mum's sis. maternal Aunt) my relationship with her is more like friend, she is sweet, comforting, really fun and isnt much older than me. She got married 6 years ago well you know Arranged Married. I dialed her numbers

"Where were you i called you like hundred times. Now you dont have time to wish your only masi on eid" she said really madly

"6 times" i corrected

"It felt like 100"

I smiled at her answer "Im sorry masi i was with mum helping her in the kitchen. Sorry" i explained her

No answer. I can feel her making her 'really mad' face

"Eid mubarak Masi now cmon don't be mad its eid today. And if you'll be mad at me means your Only niece in this world i repeat ONLY NIECE. Allah wont forgive you" i warned her jokingly

"Sahiba that drama of yours" she said laughing

"Cause it always works on you"

"Eid Mubarak to you too"

"You are coming right?" I asked

"Yeah im coming but I'll be there in afternoon" she said

"Okay but please bring Iqra i miss her so much" Iqra is her daughter and my cousin she is almost two years

" sure i'll bring her and she misses you too" she replied.

We hung up after talking for 10 minutes. I replied few eid texts.

there was missed call from heena. Well she is my cousin from dad's side, my dad's sister's daughter. we are classmates we are neighbours also. she lives 2 minute walk away from us and she is my best friend. i can't talk to her because I better go get shower.

So i text her 'EID MUBARAK. Sorry cant call you back bc i have to get ready see you later'

She replied 'same too you. Okay'

I set up and dragged my self into the bathroom. Turning on the shower water until It was warm. Stepping into the shower allowing the water to run from head to toe. Once i Finished i dried off and stepped into the bedroom.

I clicked play on Best day of my life by American Authors in my phone. I blow dry my hair while listening to the song and dancing on some beats. I life playing music while getting ready cause the it gives me that backgroud music feels and i select one song and pretend its gonna be theme song for my day. Once i finished drying my hair.

Its gonna be the best day of my li-i-i-life

I open my closet and look at my Eid Outfit Smiling. I put it on. It fit perfectly on my body ofcourse it would its in your size dumbhead.

I start my make up i keep it natural because i hate too much make up on my face.

After finishing my Make Up i style my hair as Half up Half Down with loose Curls.

I starting to look for the earrings that Ammi gave me she said she putted them in drawer and when i found them i completely agree with ammi they are so perfect for my clothes I look at myself in the mirror. I was very happy with everything.

today's gonna be a good day i said in my mind.

I took few selfies in my phone before i left.

I close the bedroom door behind me and i made my way downstairs.

"Allah My Baby is looking so beautiful. Nazar na lage" my mum said as she take some kajal on her finger and pressed her finger behind my ear

I look at my mother she was looking so gorgeous. She is wearing a beautiful Pink Lehenga Style Saree. With long sleeves blouse the saree has dark Pink and lil touch of purple coloured. Whole saree has Silver zari embroidery on it

"Yeah but you are gonna steal all the attention. You look so gorgeous and hot Ammi" i told her

"Haye Allah when this girl will learns shyness. Im your mother and you're calling me hot" she said prending to slap me on cheek but it was more of patting

"Ammi stop complaining about me to Allah What if he listens to you and made me shy. Shy is so boring" i said pouting She laughed

"Be mature. You are eighteen now its time for you to get married. When i was in your age i had you" she said in serious tone

Yeah right she had me when she was seventeen.

"Ammi im mature enough and Please dont talk about Marriage Varriage. Eighteen might have been ideal age for marriage in your time but not now"

"Okay but sooner or later you have get married. Im not saying get married right here and now but it is time for thinking about it" she said looking in my eyes

Why mom is talking about my marriage. The marriage topic is scaring. In other countries teenagers cant wait to be 18 because all the freedom and all But if you have Desi parents or lives in India or Pakistan you know turning 18 means Marriage. Desi Parents Can Plan Surprise Party for Their Kids And its Called " Arranged Marriage"

"Yeah but not now- Wait a second ARE YOU PLANNING MY MARRIAGE??" I asked her shockingly

Oh my god. Please this stupid thought that popped in my mind is not true. Please say no I wait for her answer hoping to hear No from her.

She open her mouth for say something but as she start to speaking My brothers Dad and GrandPA came home from Eidgah.

Grandpa and dad went to the Hall room with some guests. Sartaj went straight to his room and salman came to us and sat beside me.

"Ammi can you please make your famous Adrak wali chai (ginger Tea)" salman requested

So mom went to kitchen to make tea for salman. leaving me with so many questions

"Why your face is like you saw your death coming" salman joked

Yes brother something like that. Atleast that wild thought of mine is hinting it

"Um its no-nothing" i said

Maybe im just over thinking. Maybe mom is just saying all this for the future. I told my self try to calm down Just enjoy now

I look at Salman he was looking very handsome in White Pathani Salwar.

"You are looking very good." I complimented him

"Well i always look good but thanks for the compliment." He said with his beautiful smile

"You look lil better today" he said to me

"I'm looking beautiful today like always"

I told him

"With that face?"

"Whats wrong with this face?"

"Other than it looks like a boiled potato, nothing"

I was about to argue Salman's comment but before i could speak our little one's voice came in "Enough of this pointless arguement you kids. The only goodlooking person in this room is here" Sartaj said as he approach us. He changed his clothes now he is wearing Blue Jeans with white shirt.

"Call the doctor!" Salman told me

I pretended to dial numbers my hand like its a phone and put it on Salman's ear. Sartaj rolled his eyes at out little act.

"Hello mental hospital. Can you please help our little brother" he said in our fake phone i tried to hold my laugh as salman continues "you wanna know the issue with him, well where do i start delusional mind, living in imaginary world so on"

"Very funny" sartaj said getting annoyed

Salman and i burst into laughter as sartaj continue to give some serious not so happy looks.

"Always heard that Jealousy is a disease. Finally I've seen the side effects" he told us

Mom came with tea. Sartaj hold mom and make her to sit "Leave the tea and tell these adopted idiots of yours that the most goodlooking one is your son, the real son, me!"

"We're adopted and you're the real one?"

"Ofcourse i am" he places his and mom's faces side by side "look! The similarities. And look at you two uglies"

"Ammi he is calling us ugly" i whined

We kept on bickering until mom talked "1 minute 1 minute kids the tea is getting cold" we went silent she handed us cup of tea "now continue"

And with that we continued in unison and the rooms filled with our voices.