A World Apart
Zia heard the car honking from below. She peeped out and saw a white Maruti parked downstairs, a little away from the gate. This was him. It was still early, only 7 am. Hopefully, not many people would have come downstairs except for the uncles who needed their morning tea for their pressure building rituals. She decided to avoid the risk and took the side stairs that lead straight into the tiny garden. Picking up her bag, she took one look in the mirror. Black top, black sweater, light blue jeans, boots, hair open, all good. The dachshund barked at her, but she ignored it. Quickly opening the back door of the car, she got in. Manu smiled at her nervously. She smiled, flushed with excitement. He came close to hug her, but she stopped him. "Wait, let's get out of here first. " The car passed through the main gate decorated with orange flowers. Three uncles and two aunts sat under the red shamiyana tent, sipping tea and eating Marie biscuits. Zia ducked down and covered