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punch him square in the nose, sending him tumbling back with an oof!
“I’m going to die alone.”
Same:)
“Ask Allah for forgiveness for saying such a horrible thing!”
“My bad, Allah,”
Rubina Khala is getting married for the fifth time!
I’m stuck here with my—my freakin’ fictional boyfriends and shit.”
SAME???
“Well, if everyone jumps off a bridge, will you join them, too?”
My mom everyday :
If anyone needs me, don’t.”
“Are you saying I’m flawed?”
rather she drew demons than whatever the hell this is.
Red (Taylor’s Version)
“All Too Well (10 Minute Version)”
My recent played after any and every SLIGHTEST inconvenience
Clever, aren’t I? Pathetic, actually.
Me to me
Sure, I could have stalked him on social media, but where’s the fun in that? I crave a little excitement in the shitshow that is my life.
he’s far too alluring to be someone’s blind date, let alone mine.
Ya Allah.
Even Karan can’t resist a glance. He’s definitely a head-turner, which
“Did you know Stefan Salvatore also shares a birthday with us?”
I’m sorry. Is your ego interfering with your auditory senses,
returning a baby because it cries too much? Ah, the joys
couldn’t care less about who you’re going on dates with, but if it interferes with my plans, I will break your legs.”
and now you think you’re God’s greatest creation.
My brother’s irritating presence invades my room.
What you need is a real man. Like, Thomas Shelby or some shit.”
but I grip his hair and start whipping his head back and forth. “Ay-yo!
Not only do I look pretty (Mashallah, obviously), but I feel pretty, too.
MASHALLAH OBVIOUSLY 💀💀everytime I look in the mirror
“Don’t listen to what those moti dayans have to say,”
Stoppppp
Fahad snorts and imitates my voice in a mocking tone.
“Be grateful someone agreed to marry you.”
Baba. I’m telling you that man there is written by a male.
who still think vanilla is the best ice cream flavour.
IT IS
“Yeah, bro. You’re like the dudes she reads in her erotica.”
Thirty-two years of self-control down the drain, all because of a single glimpse at my childhood tormentor-turned-wife’s body.
“You’re my husband now, Asseer. I don’t care if you were checking me out in my underwear. Frankly, the shade of red on your face gives it away,” she
There are many, many men out there like you, Asseer. Your rank is probably somewhere in the lower echelons.”
“You want me to beg you? Who do you think you are? Leader of the Bravta?”
“Where’s your tyrannical father?”
pull open the drawer, only to be greeted with an overwhelming display of pastel, lacy bras and floral-printed panties. My masculinity has been completely overrun, like vandalizing a Porsche with pink glitter paint. “God, I do love making you angry, Asseer.”
“Or maybe you don’t like her because you’re scared of how much you might end up loving her.”
“What lies within here isn’t defined by the colour of your skin, Zoha. We are all human beings before we are given labels. We are made of flesh and bones, and while our physical features make us stand out from one another, they also make us rare. Your rarity is not something to be ashamed of. It’s something to be celebrated.”
mentally planning my exit strategy.
wearing a black tee and grey sweats. A tiny towel dangles over his shoulder, his
Chai wala bhai
He tears off a sheet of paper towel and begins wiping my hands with it.
I give his ass a good kick with my foot. He staggers forward, then turns, ready to strike.
💀💀💀💀💀
“Yes, of course. That’s exactly what we were doing. Just being affectionate like any happy, healthy couple.”
pointing at my hair. “Nuisance, if the oil industry ever tanks, they can use your hair to squeeze out the last drop.”
“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but the Middle East is on the line, and they’re asking for their primary resource back,”
cackling like a hyena,
give him a swift kick in his balls.
“What are you going to do about it?”
