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It was a good twenty minutes into the ride when Dina began to realize how lamentable of an idea this really was.

Yaseen, was snoring away in the shotgun with a hot pink sleeping mask draped over his eyes.

Drool was starting to slip away from the corner of his lips, but, that wasn't even tad bit disturbing compared to what Momin Bhai was doing.

"Jhalak Dikhla Jaa, Jhalak Dikhlaa Jaa"

( Let me have a glance of yours. )

"Ek Baar Aaja Aaja Aaja Aaja Aaja,

Ek Baar Aaja Aaja Aaja Aaja Aaja"

( Just come once, only once )

Dina cringed, as the man continued singing on top his lungs. He sang it so nasally that she knew for once if he didn't stop, then her ear drums would start bleeding.

"Momin Bhai?!" Dina screamed on top her voice, having enough.

"What happened? Macchar kaat rahe hai?" The delirious man questioned , glancing over his shoulder.

( Are mosquitoes biting you?)

Dina shook her head, trying her best to not come off rude.

"Aap thoda aahista gayenge? My head is paining."

( Can you sing softly? )

"Sorry, I can't do that." Momin Bhai replied, apologetically.

"Why?!" Dina groaned, banging her head against the window.

"Me jinn-on ki talash me hoon. Mere dost ne kaha tha meri awaz sunkar jinn mujhe milne aayenge."

( I am in search of jinns, my friend told me that jinns will come to meet me after hearing my voice. )

This was the que for Dina, she immediately slapped Yaseen across the face, causing the poor guy to jerk up from sleep.

"Itna andhera kyu hai, bhai?! Mama?! Am I dead?" Yaseen screamed, the hot pink sleeping mask still covering his eyes.

Dina slapped him once again, removing the mask from his eyes.

Yaseen screamed out in surprise clutching his red cheek.

"Me zinda hoon?! Haye Allah, thank you for not killing me just yet."

( I am alive? )

"Yaseen!" Dina yelled, fisting her palms together.

"Oh nahi yaar, me jahannum me aa gaya hoon kya? Ye Dina churail bhi hai yahan par."

( Oh no dude, have I come to hell? This witch; Dina is also here )

"Yaseen! Maine tumhe chappal se marna hai." Dina fumed.

( I am going to hit you with a slipper )

"Kaunsi chappal? You can only hit me if it is a Gucci ki chappal" Yaseen compromised , causing Dina to groan in frustration.

( Which slipper?)

"Momin bhai is summoning jinns, you freaking moron." Dina screamed, almost on the verge of pulling her hair out.

"Omg really?! How? Mujhe bhi batao, Momin Bhai." Yaseen jumped up and down in excitement.

( Please tell too )

Dina slapped her forehead, what else could you except from someone like Yaseen Hamidi.

It was not long before, Yaseen and Momin started singing together. This time it was " laila mein laila ".

Dina could only sit there, reciting arabic verses hoping these imbeciles don't attract any jinns.

•••

Finally after a few painful hours, for Dina, of course. They finally reached the mosque in the outskirts of the town.

Dina jumped out of the van, as soon as it came to a halt. A strong feeling of nausea washing over her.

"Kya Momin Bhai? We didn't find even one jinn." Yaseen exclaimed dejected.

Momin Bhai nodded his head in agreement, disappointment clearly masking his face.

Dina gave both of them a stinky glare which they ignored professionally.

"Alright, You both have to get ready for the nikkah then, right?" Momin bhai questioned, clasping his hands together.

Yaseen nodded his head, while Dina could only stare blankly.

"I will go speak with the imam, it's Fajr time so he must be inside" Momin Bhai said, walking inside the mosque.

Dina stood frozen as she realized the complications of the situation she was in. She was going to marry her freaking cousin whose mere presence she couldn't tolerate.

But, this was necessary. Otherwise her mother will marry her off to Zeeshan Abdullah, the oily haired opthamatholgist as soon as she returned home.

"Oye Dina? If you want to back out now, just tell me, alright? I will not wear the thobe I brought." Yaseen murmured, bumping his shoulder with hers. Bringing her away from La-La land.

"Why did you bring a thobe, Yaseen?!" Dina muttered, leaning her head against the van.

"Yaar, mera nikkah hone waala hai. Mujhe instagram par post karni hai picture." Yaseen frowned.

( Dude , my nikkah is going to take place . I have to post a picture on instagram )

"Mujhe doubt ho raha hai, me ek ladke se ya ladki se shaadi karne waali hoon. " Dina smirked, punching his shoulder.

( I am having doubts . I am going to marry a boy or a girl )

"Chi chi, Dina. Dirty girl, you are interested in girls also." Yaseen winked sneakily.

"Aapna gutter jaisa muh band rakho" Dina said, embarrassed.

( Close your sewage of a mouth )

"Dil ki baat chupai nahi chupti, Dina Farooqi." Yaseen yelled as Dina walked away turning beetroot red.

( You can't hide what is in your heart )

Soon enough, Dina and Yaseen were seated opposite to each other. With a few witnesses and then the nikkah was done.

Pleasantries were exchanged amongst the men. As Yaseen ran outside to get pictures for his Instagram .

Dina sighed, exiting the mosque along with Momin Bhai.

She was a married woman now . It sounded so foreign and weird to her own self.

She walked towards the van and leaned against it as she eyed Yaseen, who was posing for pictures like his life depended on it.

Yaseen Hamidi was actually a really handsome guy, even though Dina would never admit it. His midnight dark curls and blue ocean eyes only had girls swooning over at his feet. And to add onto thats his charming rants and deathly jawline only made him prominently desirable.

Dina as a teenager did have a teeny-tiny crush on him. But, she knew he was really out of her league. So the next most logical thing she did was to start disliking him.

And to a certain extent it did work, but mostly the little fire in her heart still burnt fierce.

She finally tore her eyes away from him and looked at Momin bhai who was wiping his Gul-e-Rana while muttering sweet endearments.

"Momin Bhai?" Dina questioned.

"Bolo"

"Aap Gul-e-Rana ko kitni dafa saaf karte he ek din me?"

( How many time do you clean Gul-e-Rana in a day ? )

"Whenever she tells me to." Was simply the delusional man's answer.

Dina decided to not prode further since, the he would get irked.

"Yaseen? How long will you take?" Momin Bhai questioned.

"There is a connection problem here." Yaseen groaned, walking towards them.

"Yeah, tumhare dimaag ka connection." Dina murmured, under her breath.

( Yeah , your brain's connection )

"Chalo, koi nahi. Connection milna hai to mil hi jayega." Momin bhai smiled hitting him on the back.

( It's okay , if the connection is meant to happen it will happen )

"Come on, now let's go to the cemetery." Yaseen exclaimed, jumping inside the van.

"Why?!" Dina yelled not even seconds later.

"We have to bury my Abba Jaan."

•••

a/n

Hellooo beautiful people!

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

So many of you had guessed that their nikkah is going to take place.

Lots more is to come .

Yaseen and Momin Bhai vibing to summon jinns ↓

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Bye!

~ flawfully