'Her vibe is dangerous!' .
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Life. A single word carrying the entire world on its shoulders. It is often associated with joy. It is almost always insisted that 'If there is joy in your life, you are living a good one.' Joy holds different meanings for each person. For some it is fueled by goodness, while others feed it the darkness the demons within them yearn for. However, for most joy is attained from a mixture of both, a grey that is the most underrated.
Alas!
Introducing to you the different shades of joy; find out yours.

She was walking in the well-lit corridor that led to the principal's office. Her white sneakers looked striking on the marbled floor. Paired with blue ripped jeans and a checkered shirt that showed a white vest underneath gave off a well-kept sense of fashion. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows. Plagued by worry, she glanced at her wristwatch and accelerated her pace. Her curly black hair hung over her shoulders and flowed to her waist. She was about to enter the hall that was lined with offices when she bumped into- a tower, it seemed. It was so sudden that she fell on her back before she could grasp anything to keep her upright.
The guy walked on without sparing her a single glance.
Her legs dangled in the air and before anyone could notice her, she decided to stand on her feet, a sharp ache in her coccyx bone released a grunt from her mouth in the process.
Her furious midnight, black eyes narrowed to slits and she looked up, ready to unleash her anger on this impertinent, too-good-for-anyone guy.
"Hey! Burj-al-Khalifa!" She shouted, spotting the tall boy ten feet away from her.
He turned around and peeped at her.
"Yes, minion," he said wearing a bored expression on his physical features.
"I'm not a minion." The girl gritted her teeth in pure fury getting up from the floor and standing on her feet.
"But I surely am Burj-al-Khalifa," the boy stated nonchalantly; uncrossing his arms that were folded on his chest and walking away.
"All Goras (white people) are dumb," she muttered loudly, flabbergasted at his behavior.
"Good day, sir. You called for me?" she asked after opening the huge glass doors just ahead of her as
a bald man who looked to be in his late fifties came into view. He was sitting on a chair behind a large mahogany desk.
"Ah, yes. Please come in!" he exclaimed.
She trekked deeper into the office with confident long strides and sat on one of the chairs facing the old man.
"Miss Khan, as you are one of our brightest students," the principal started, "we want you to do more than just swotting up the books."
"I don't swot up anything, Sir," she stated with a bitterness lacing her intonation.
"I know, I know," the old man sighed scratching his hairless scalp.
"We want you to go to Murree for a few days for camping. It’s basically a training program for you to
learn how to handle emergency situations and some other tasks about which you all will be briefed soon."
"Okay, Sir."
"May I leave now?" She asked, getting up from the chair.
"Yes," the man replied as he stood too. "And Miss Khan! I don't want to hear any other complaint against you claiming you bullied some poor guy."
Minahil observed the short-heightened man with large eyes and replied, "I did not bully anyone and if I did then they probably deserved it." And left the office.
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.Taking large strides, she arrived in wing B and stormed into the lecture hall where all students were busy talking among themselves. The girl strode up to the stage and roared indicating a brazen act,
"Hey, you motherfuckers! Talk to my face when you do. Stop going behind my back, you idiots!"
The students' faces were a mask of shock, agape with horror at hearing those foul words from her.
"Minahil," a girl wearing spectacles exhaled out tiredly.
"I'm sorry, you are not motherfuckers," she apologized but in a tone that didn't quite match her statement. "You are more than that which is indescribable."
With a satisfied grin on her face, she sauntered the stairs and sat beside the girl who had called her earlier.
The whole class had gone silent. She carelessly tapped the handle of the chair with her fingertips and it echoed in the entire room.
"Minahil, how could you say that?" The girl asked with an air of fright and astonishment.
"I didn't say anything wrong," she lifted her shoulders rakishly.
"No one died, you are allowed to speak," the sound of her voice clamored in the broad hall and gave way to the hushed murmuring among the students of different races and from different countries.
"Minahil, you never speak like that," the girl stated looking at Minahil, who was chewing a gum, and shook her head in negative.
"I got angry, Yara," she told sighing, "those brats complained to the principal. Man, can you believe it?" She laughed at the end of her sentence.
"Minahil-" Yara started to say something, but Minahil stopped her and asked her to come to the playground with her.
She slung the straps of the bag on her shoulders and walked out of the class.
"We don't have practice today," Yara thought it necessary to remind her.
"I know," Minahil answered. "There is a basketball match between us and the university boys from Rawalpindi. Zaviar invited me."
"Okayyyy," her friend stretched gracing a knowing grin on her lips to which the rowdy girl did not pay any heed.
She slumped her bag down and sat on the middle stair steps.
She unhung a pee cap from the side of her bag and wore it, for she had no sunglasses with her.
Mubashra sat in Indian style and rested her back on the brink of the step behind her.
"Zaviar is such a loser he is not going to goal at all," Minahil commented when Zaviar waved at her.
Yara laughed at her friend's comment about her cousin who was always trying to get her attention.
"You do see that he likes you," Yara said.
"I don't like him in any way. He just makes me feel ashamed by playing in such an absurd manner,"
Minahil retorted and took a bottle from her bag and took long gulps of the mint shake.
"Yes, Abraham." The deafening charivari along with loud banging and whistling attracted the attention of everyone present there except for the boys playing fiercely.
"The queen bee with her groupie!" Minahil said scrunching up her nose to which Yara laughed.
Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the
ground.Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin
Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival."You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them.
Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze
to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and
took the water bottle from Yara."Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole.
"I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara
flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them.""Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of
the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry.He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due
to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at himwith a contorted face that she could not give him a sarcastic comeback."I'm a proud Pakistani, Miss Khan. Unlike your corrupt comportment, it is my honest suggestion that
you don't make such racist comments as you know this is an Embassy College." He said with a proud
smirk on his luscious full lips and sidestepped her to go away.His admirers followed him praising his act leaving Minahil burning with uncontrollable fury. Her
nostrils flared and jaw clenched."Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and
stomped her way out of the ground..
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."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels
because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy.""Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.
"I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown
friend alone cannot win this game!""Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!"
Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise.
"Abraham! Abraham!"
There erupted loud yells of his name.
Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely.
Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.
She looked around to find the boy whose head she was going to have and to her pure astonishment
found him caught in a choke hold by none other than Kabir Ahmed.She hit the fence with her fist and flinched when her skin got pierced.
The boy whom she had bribed choked out something. Kabir pushed him away with force and his
eyes burning with anger looked at Minahil.Minahil merged herself in the ground and left the ground. Yara had already gone. .
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.She was going to the parking lot to get her car when she heard voices behind her.
"Abraham, dude do you know who was dying to see you win this game with all the glory!"
That was not a question.
She fastened her pace but the voices did not halt. They got even nearer and even more clear and
taunting."Miss Khan! Who else? She ordered the whole team to not goal and let our Abraham do it."
Kabir said in an overly excited tone.
"What dude, seriously?" Another voice chimed in.
"Yeah, dude. Sometimes I think she is in love with our tiger."
At this comment, she furiously turned around and found five boys along with smirking Abraham and
Kabir. She glared at them heatedly."Oh, here she is!" Kabir posed as though he were surprised at seeing her.
He stepped forward and threw a smug smile her way.
"Missy! Today is a party regarding this victory and you'll be our guest of honor!" Kabir said winking
at her.
"Yes," all the other boys hollered monotonously.
And her blood boiled with utter rage.
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.She was pacing in her room, her curly hair flowing like waves on her back. Her one hand was
pressing the phone to her ear and other was massaging her temple."Pick up the damn phone!" She was chanting angrily.
"Yeah, Minahil?" Yara looked to be in a hurry.
"What are you doing?" Minahil asked patiently.
"Getting ready to go to the party."
"Don't tell me, Yara. You are going to that damn party. I'll kill you," she shouted.
"Oh God! Stop, Minahil. Their parties are the best in the whole city and I know deep down you also
want to go there!" Yara snickered."I would die but will never go to any of their parties. And I would kill you too if you step even a foot
there.""C'mon, Minahil."
"Go to hell!" Saying this furiously she cut the call.
It wasn't in her hands otherwise she would have killed that Abraham and his so-called infuriating flirt
friend and her own betraying friend.Her blood was boiling at 500 degrees thinking about their satisfied grins and her own
embarrassment. She threw her phone and it hit the wall before sliding to the floor."What has got into you?" Arya, her elder sister, said peeking into the room.
"Just leave me alone. I'm in no mood to listen to your rants," Minahil said whilst glaring at her.
"Suits you," she closed the door and then said loudly. "I was just going to ask you if you wanted to go
for shopping and afterwards we could eat something.""Wait, I'm coming," Minahil said loudly and ran to grab her phone and card.
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How was the chapter?
English translation to the Urdu words will be provided with words.
2. The bloom''''The good guy has bad habits!''''----------The beauty of Islamabad was incomparable when one looked at its lush green trees, slightly wet from the rain at night, giving the leaves a shimmery look. The sun was hidden behind the silvery clouds. The blue sky was a soothing presence to chaotic minds. Everyone was pleased except for that one girl who was burning with anger and was recklessly driving towards her college. She parked her car in the parking lot and stepped out of it in a whim.In their college, there was no uniform allocated for its students for it had a university wing as well. She was wearing blue jeans, ripped at the knees with a white button-down shirt and blue sneakers. Her curly black hair, as usual, were left to flow over her back. With long strides she entered her wing.Throwing her bag down she slumped hersel
She is pure chaos!'''\\\\\\\\\\"Yeh Jo halka halka suroor Hai by Farhan Saeed Listen to it at the end when you’re done reading! (:"---------------A hiss escaped his lips as the freezing water ran down the back of his hands and arm."You alright, man?" Kabir's concerned voice asked.A smile was stretched wide on Abraham's lips. Kabir probably thought he had gone mad. He was in pain but was smiling so heartily. Kabir was staring at him."What happened to your hand? You got in an accident?" He asked worriedly, seeing trails of water dripping from his hand that was scratched brutally."Tigress' paws!" Abraham muttered under his breath with a smile.Kabir was sure his friend had hit his head hard.After cleaning his hands an
///''she swayedand swayed To the beatStopping never forOnce''///Minahil and Yara kept talking for a long time and whilst that Yara fell asleep. Minahil was tired too but she wanted to go downtown and get something to eat for both of them. She knew Yara would also be hungry. Wearing her jacket and long boots she walked out of the tent and made her way to the place where their cars were parked. She took out the car key from her pants pocket and pressed the button, her car flashed lights with a beep. She was walking towards it when all of a sudden, her upper arm was gripped tightly and she was pressed on the bonnet of a car. "What the hell?" She yelled when she saw Abraham in front of her.
"Yara, what time is it?" She asked."It's almost ten thirty.""We'll leave from here at 11. In half an hour we'll reach his hous. We'll park the car two blocks away." Minahil was informing her when Yara enthusiastically cut her off."How do you know all these details?""Yesterday, I might have got his address and it is highly possible that I have visited his house and did some research. You know." Minahil told while shaking her shoulders in a dance like manner."You mean you telling me that you went to his house." Yara was beyond surprised."I suppose I'm telling you just that.""Oh my Gosh, why did not you tell me before?""Just calm down, now. Otherwise mom will come again.""I still can't believe it." Yara sat on the chair and began drinking water.Minah
She woke up with a bright smile on her face, sitting in her bed, clad in red silk night suit, she stretched her arms out, the perfectly silky skin of her abdomen showed. She ran a hand through her curly locks and stood on the ground. Slipping her feet in the slipper shoes, she grabbed her phone from the side table. Sliding the lock she checked notifications, she had got a few replies on her Instagram story. Checking the time, she saw it was 9:05 am. She was going to place her phone back, when it began to vibrate.Yara was calling her, she attended the call."Hey, how are you?""I'm fine. How are you?" She asked back."Alhamdulilah (Praise be to God), aren't you going to college today?""Yeah, I'm thinking something like that." She walked to the floor sized window of her room and slided it open. She walked into the little balcony attached to it and sat in the resting cha
Abraham had run after her sister and stopped right before her, halting her pace, heaving badly."You had no right to speak to her that way," Abraham accused."C'mon Abraham," Waniya snickered while flipping a lock of her hair. "Stop being a simp."Abraham shook his head."Why did you complained about me to Dad?" Waniya persisted with her question."I didn't complained, alright." Abraham frustratingly ran a hand through his hair. "I asked you to be back at home before 10, that were Dad's orders, and I just told him that you were coming even after 1.""So what?" Waniya's nose inflated. " It's my life Abraham you and Dad can't control it. I haven't allowed any of you to order me around. I'm not some fucking kid who doesn't know her way home after midnight."Both of them were standing at a footpath under a street light.
Minahil blocked Abraham everywhere. She thought Abraham didn't had the guts to get her girlfriend the due respect she deserved from his sister. The only reason she was staying quiet in front of Waniya's rudeness was that she was Abraham's sister and Minahil didn't want to have a crude start with his sister but now she couldn't bear mocking anymore.She decided to talk to Waniya straight forwardly. She didn't want to go to Abraham's house but she had asked Liam about Waniya and Liam had told her that Waniya was an Arts student and she studied in the same college as Abraham.Now Minahil was headed towards Arts Department. She was wearing a pink shirt with lining on a blue ripped denim jeans with chunky sole shoes. Her sun glasses were in her hair and she was chewing a bubble with her head erect. Many people were looking at her, some were openly awingand some were trying to be subtle.From a far she saw Wa
The bright sun was hidden behind silvery clouds. Land of Islamabad was about to be blessed with rain in some time in the noon, apparently.The roads were busy. People were going about their businesses and among the mass there was Minahil, walking on foot towards her college.After the incident with Waniya she wasn't allowed to take her car by her father. He told her that he would drop and pick her from college but she refused. Arya also offered to drive her but she didn't accept. She rejected transportation offer of Yara and everyone else also.Sometimes she'd take Uber or taxi and sometimes walk by foot.She reached the college grounds after walk of an hour. Going towards her class, she saw Abraham sitting with Tehreem and her groupies.Her eyes narrowed down to slits and she looked at them with distaste.S