CHAPTER FOUR
After dinner, she went to her room to sleep. When she saw her mobile phone, she thought of Shayan. While lying on the bed, she called Shayan, but her cell phone was switched off as usual.
"That's enough. I won't try again now." She smashed her mobile on the pillow and lay down with a thud. But in the morning, forgetting everything, she kept trying Shayan's number again.
"Faiza, please! I'm worried. Earlier he had switched off the phone and now the call goes through but he's not picking up the phone."
"One is Tania! You get upset over the Nazir Azrasi thing."
"Is this a small thing?" she fumed. "For the past two weeks, I've been calling him like crazy and he hasn't even picked up the phone."
"Oh, maybe she's older," Faiza tried to calm her down, but she got even more angry.
"What kind of busy schedule has the ASP sir created that he can't even pick up the phone?"
"Oops. Your needle is stuck in one place. Now hang up the phone. Mir Abbas has left all his work and is staring at me with his owl-like eyes. Will you get me fired?" There's no need to act any more. I'm also sitting in the office."
"He belongs to your father, while Mir Abbas is not even ready to accept him as his father."
"Okay, okay. Give me Shayan's house number. Then I'll call."
"Why the house number?" Tania said helplessly, gritting her teeth.
"Well, I've applied for a quick writ, but why? For what? It's also important to ask."
"Yes," he then said in a normal tone.
"Look, he's not receiving calls on his mobile phone, but he'll pick up the house phone."
"Yes, but I don't have his home number."
"What?" she shouted.
"Shayan is your cousin and you don't have his home number."
"But he's a big egoist. I don't remember the new one. It must have been written in Mimi's diary."
"Okay. Call me as soon as you get home."
I will do it and now hang up the phone. Bye! Tania hung up the phone. Then someone answered her.
Knocked on the office door.
"Come in," he said without looking up. Someone opened the door and came into the office.
Closing the door behind him, he waited for Tanya to pay attention.
Tania sensed someone's arrival, then when there was no sound, she closed the door.
Looked at him. A tall but thin boy of seventeen or eighteen years old with a fair complexion, gray hair.
Wearing a shirt of the same color over his pants, he was lying on his chest with a smile on his face.
He was looking at her. Seeing Tania attracted to him, he took long, deep breaths.
He came towards her, then placed one hand on the table and bowed, saying, "You have to come with us right now and at this very moment." Hearing this, Tania smiled with interest and, placing one hand under her chin, she moved forward on the table, speaking in the same manner.
"And if I don't go...?"
"Then I will forcibly carry you on my shoulders."
"Really?" Al-Shaniyya said with satisfaction.
"Try it." There was no difference in his satisfaction.
"Okay then," Tania smiled as she sat back in her seat. "Take it away." Now the smile had disappeared from his face. He stared at Tania with narrowed eyes, then shook his head, straightened up, and turned his face toward the door and spoke loudly.
"Number Two" His voice was still echoing when the door opened and a similar-looking, slightly tanned boy of his age and appearance rolled onto the carpet. The boy lying on the floor picked up his goggles from the carpet and stood up, brushing the paint off his knuckles.
Umair's children! How many times have I forbidden you to call me number two? "Umair's eyes
The tears were all looking in the same direction, like an idol.
"Why are you standing like this statue now?" He looked at Tou himself again, and immediately
I understood the reason for being a floor dweller.
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"They were killed," came out of his mouth in an instant. Umair slapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Run, Uzair!" They both ran after Tania's chair, which was leaning back with both hands over its mouth, trying to hold back its laughter.
"Come out, both of you," Noorul Huda said angrily, his hand on the door handle, and they both came out with their faces hanging.
I knew from seeing these two in the parking lot that they would come straight to you. Umair was inside, but you know what Uzair was doing. These guys were sitting on their knees, peering into your room from the corner of their eyes. Just look.
Tania knew that their anger was fake, but seeing the sad faces of her brothers, she spoke.
"Let them go, Papa! They are children," but the sons' mischievous behavior was amusing him so much that he spoke in a more provocative manner.
"First ask them what they came here to do?" Uzair said quickly.
We didn't come to do anything, Papa! We came to meet you. We had breakfast in the morning.
I didn't meet him, so I was restless. Then, after returning from college, we thought, let's go to the office and meet him. Don't say it, Umair..!" Acting like a high-class bookworm, he asked Umair for help, which he immediately got, "Exactly, Papa! He is saying two numbers right."
"You called me number two again," Uzair left everyone and followed him.
"You're a full fifteen minutes younger than me, so you're number nine."
"Yes," Uzair's yes was so thoughtful, as if he had only just learned of it today.
"You two have started again," Noorul Huda interrupted them, turning to Tania.
turn around
"If these two stay in the office for another five minutes, there will be an earthquake and they won't be able to survive without you. So you go with these two. Tariq will see to your work."
"Okay," Tania nodded, and Umair quickly stepped forward.
"We didn't just come to pick you up. You should come with us too," he said as he turned around.
He stopped and asked
"How are you?"
"It's Grandpa's birthday and you always forget. So we thought this time
"We'll come and pick you up ourselves. Let's go,
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