TWENTY FOUR

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Uski Nigaah Badalne Se
Pehle Ki Baat Hai,

Main Aasman Par Tha
Aur Taare Zameen Par Thay...


THIRD PERSON'S POV

After taking a long nap everyone settled themselves in the small living room of the cabin house.

"So....."

Osama broke the silence realizing no one was ready to speak and it was getting too awkward to stay silent.

"So, what ?"

Maria asked entering the living area finding everyone's eye on her making her gulp in nervousness which she overcame when Murat warmly smiled at her which she returned back and sat beside him on the sofa.

"I am asking what will we do now, as it is obvious that we can't go for outing at this hour."

He sighed running fingers though his hair looking at the girls for suggestion knowing the other two men weren't bothered, as one was busy on his phone and the other would do anything his friend asks him to.

"We can cook..."

Aamina suggested and Maria agreed with her ignoring Osama who had a horrified look on his face.

"No... We won't. You both can if you want to, but we won't."

He give his final verdict to which both the girls glared at him, not liking the way he was putting the responsibility on them alone.

"And why so ?"

Raising her eyebrows Maria asked ready to listen to his stupid excuse.

"Because it's too complicated... I tried cooking once and ended up hurting myself."

He shivered recalling his past experience with cooking.

"It's not complicated and it's fun to cook. Right Murat ?"

Rolling her eyes seeing Osama's expressions she turned towards Murat who nodded smilingly remembering the days they had fun together in cooking.

"Yup, definately."

Murat's answered shocked Osama as he never thought he could cook too.

"You know how to cook Murat bhaai ?"

"I don't think but I used to help her back in Mumbai so, I definitely can help these two."

He answered politely to which Maria smiled at him, proud of him. He was a businessman who hardly got time for himself but then too he used to help her whenever he crashed at her house for dinner not wanting her to work alone.

"Well you can help them if you want to but I and bhaai can't. We don't know how to cook. Haina bhaai ?"

On the other hand Osama declared he won't along with his brother won't do anything which perked up the interest of Mustafa who narrowed his eyes at him for taking his name along with himself.

Kahamakha apne saath mujhe bhi badnam kar raha hai.

"Jo help nahi karega usko khaana bhi nahi milega."

Maria announced smirking having Aamina's agreement to which Osama gaped at her for being so cruel.
She knew well he won't agree at all if he is not forced and it looked like her target hit the right spot, but it's confirmation was still left.

"Tum meri taraf se kabse jawab dene lage Osama ? Did I say, I won't help ?"

And his resolve started breaking when Mustafa too denied his speculations, agreeing to help the girls in cooking.

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