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The whole ride she kept quiet looking out of the window hearing Asmara's bickering in the background, which was only entertained by Mustafa, that too by answering her in short sentences.

“Can someone ask her to shut up because I am getting irritated now ? My head would blow off with the amount of rubbish she is talking about, going on and on, without a full stop.”

Osama whispered to Aamina with a soft groan. He was a fan of bickering non stop, it was his favorite time pass, but imagine the torture he was feeling when the bickering king himself felt irritated, hearing Asmara rant about the color of nail paint she was wearing.

There was a permanent scowl on his face, flaring at Asmara, who was lost in her worldly rant, but he was unaware of someone who was looking at him from the rear view mirror, someone who was his elder brother, from whom he was so scared of.

Osama instantly changed his expressions when he caught his brother looking at him with the same zeal he was
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