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the night riders!!

Salima Khatoon looked appreciatevely at Meena. Meena.. her youngest of three daughters and two sons. Meena, the prettiest of her children. Meena held Sunbul in one hand and her feeder in the other. Sunbul looked tentatively at Meena.. All three were gathered in Salima Khatoon's room and Salima knew that the one thing that most definitely puts Sunbul to sleep is rocking her to the sweetest rhyme of all times..

baby baby so ja laal palang pe soja
ammi abbu ayen gay, lal khilonay layen gay!!

As Salima sang, Meena joined her and they put lil sumbulina to sleep..
Meena had always been a late sleeper, n early riser.. weird but thats how she was. Salima and Meena talk nineteen to the dozen before they sleep.. today also Meena was in a chitter chatter mood, and salima couldn't say no to her sweet Meena.. Meena needed someone to talk to and Salima is, was and would always be there for her.. as Meena buzzed, Salima couldnt help but notice her arm gestures.. slender, and slim, they were perfect, they looked so awesome on her wedding day.. mehendi till the elbow.. and maroon n gold bangles were the perfect add on for her slender arms. Her jawline, so smooth that one would just wanna touch it to feel that jawlines could also be so pretty.. her hair.. auburn brown, silky but ruffled, clamped with a scrunchie and a bang falling out of it.. Meena was the perfect girl any man could ever desire for..


"Ma.. u know madamae Rukhsana??? "

"Not really"

"Maaaa.. the same one who met u in the workshop"

"Haan haan"



It was good to see Meena talk abt madame Rukhsana.. as a student Meena would never wish to be spending her free time in studies.. and now with one yr old sumbulina as they called her.. she was in the mood of continuing her studies..

life had taken its turn for the worse for Meena .. even if it hadnt, and precisely it hadnt, as God is the all knowing.. Meena, the most beautiful girl in the family .. married to the rich n handsome Ahsan.. was not able to enjoy life with Ahsan.. they couldnt go along together..


Salimas heart throbbed with pain.. she couldnt bear to see the sweetest of her children in such depression... which was depression ac to her.. Her heart pinched her from within when she saw girls as old as Meena and some younger than her happily indulged in lives. A mother is a mother afterall. One who experiences the bliss of marriage could never bear 2 see her daughter in such pain..


And since the night Meena arrived, they beacme the nite riders!!
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