Tum Akhri Jazeera Ho Novels & Stories

I think it was a work of Mahatma Gandhi, India's number one hero. The lighting in the room was very dim and it cast a dull ray over the room, the brown curtains adding to the coziness of the atmosphere. Then there was a small brown couch next to our bed on the left side and a small TV set by the right; the Channel was tuned to aljazeera news, my all time favorite news channel back then. I was even surprised that Indians could watch the TV station too till I remembered that it was a global station.

She squinted her brows answering,"pizzas?" I denied and Tariq spoke,"come on Zee how can you forget your fave food?" Zeenat Akka asked still unsure, "which one?" Tariq rolled his eyes which made him look cuter and spoke,"Hydrabadi biryani!" "Oh!" Zeenat Akka just whispered. "Oh?" Tariq and I both asked at the same time. "Yeah things change with time," she said looking at both of us. I smiled saying, "its fine now tell me which is your fave food i will make that."

Aunty said. I laughed nervously. "They're in abroad right now. So I didn't. Maybe next time." "Abroad? Where?" "Dubai..." "Saudi..." We both gave different answers. Oh shit! "Dubai or Saudi?" Sarah asked confused. My heart was thumping. "Oh honey! Did you forget? They're in Saudi now." Ruzhaan raised his eyebrow at us as I called him honey. Taha gulped. "Oh right! I forgot!" He chuckled.