SunShower - The Faux Rain (Novella) - Page 6

Yo Rafi diii!!!! This stuff here is too good!!! Ur writing is seriously out of the world!!
Ali's character is cool, laid back, no nonsense types nd im loving her!!
The dissection of the name in chap 2 was toh...Lengend wait for it Dary!!!! Ramalingam!! 😆 😆 i jst could stop laughing!! Gosh i miss school! 😔 Nd the chap 3 was full on girly stuff!!! Too cute!!

Waiting desperately for the next chap!!!

Jyotika 😊

CHAPTER 4 - Pest control and the power of pelvic bones !

"Are my eyebrows straight?"

Farzana was squinting at the tinted windows for a better view of her freshly trimmed hedgerow.

Obviously the idiot didn't notice her two friends leave as she was too engrossed in tweezing her precious brows.

"Uh, No . they look like a 3 year old with permanent marker was let loose on your face"

Ali snorted.

"Oh you wouldn't know a thing about eyebrows anyways, you don't even do yours."

Farzana was under the impression she was Michelangelo with tweezers.

"And I wasn't even asking you"

She threw her head back in a non-chalant air.

"Oh ... I had no idea you were speaking to him"

Ali pointed towards the 6" X 4" poster of Gandhi clad in nothing but .. well .. nothing unless a hastily put together piece of Calico for the purpose of covering the family jewels counts as something. If skirts had micro-skirts, Gandhi was wearing something that could be described as a micro-dhoti.

"Oh you ~!"

The tall girl was fuming.

"Me what Farzana?"

An evil smile played on her lips as Ali inched towards her.

"You ... you .. y-o-u .."

The realization had just hit her ... she and Ali were the only two people in the room. Zara and Asra had left the room while she was busy attending to her brows.

"Ahan? Go on?"

Ali relished the terrorized look on her face as she closed in on her prey.

"You .. you .. look like a man !!! You're flat-chested ... and you dress like boys .. and your hair is so short and messy ... u don't know anything about looking pretty!"

Farzana said it all in one breath. The bimbo actually thought she'd gotten Ali stumped for once. What with girls being so sensitive about their feminity and all.

YEAH RIGHT !

Farzana's tirade made Ali stop and give the deluded girl one long, wary look. She took a step forward and moved in closer until her nose was just inches away from her victim's who had by now sunken into a fetal position against the wall.

"Hmmm so I'm flat eh? You see ... I haven't quite mastered the art of stuffing socks down my bra unlike you. As for my hair ... the breeze feels great on my neck. How about I give YOU a haircut?"

Ali said in a dangerously low voice, grinding her teeth for added effects. Was she loving it ? YOU BET!

Her eyes gleamed ominously in the sunlight as she suddenly proffered a pair of scissors from behind her back.

As Ali's face changed color from red, to green to purple, the cowering form in front of her looked ready to pee. No really, ready to pee. The taller girl tried to flatten herself against the wall as she looked on, fear-stricken, at Ali's face. To her it looked like a de-pinned grenade about to go off any minute now.

"I ... I .. please ... let me go ... My hair ... please don't "

Farzana looked like someone had petrificious totalus-ed her.

The corners of her Ali's lips quivered dangerously.

"Not the .. hair ... please ... A-a-a-rab ... g-g-guys ... love l-l-l-ong .. h-h-hair"

Ali couldn't hold it in any longer. Suddenly she began to shake violently as her body rocked with spasms of laughter.

Farzana stood frozen on her ground as Ali cackled on like a maniac.

"Run ... before .. I change .. my mind. "

Ali put down the pair of scissors and stepped back, pressing her lips and trying to hold her stomach to keep from doubling over with laughter.

If she didn't see Farzana run that day, Ali would never believe any human being could run so fast. Let alone a girl, that too in a skirt so tight, one might as well wear it as a corset. But then again if it was around your chest it would send the ribs of one side into the other like a pair of jaws. So once again, Ali couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power of Farzana's pelvic bones that could withstand such ginormous amount of pressure.

Ali's hazel orbs turned darker as she faced the sunlit window and the maniacal glint in her eyes had nothing to do with the Sun she was looking at now.

DDT ... 1 down .. 2 to go.

Rafz u have no idea how much I m enjoying reading this quirky piece of this art of yours & I m loving the character of Ali because she is just like me!!!
And I definitely love ur updates!!!