“We’ll have to travel a little further for this… so come on, let’s move towards the destination.”
The atmosphere was already buzzing with excitement as the game finally began. A bottle was placed in the center and spun. All eyes followed its motion until it slowly
stopped… pointing towards Zain.
Cheers erupted instantly.
Everyone seemed unusually excited—because this time, it was about Zain’s dignity.
“I’ll ask the question!”
“No, I will!”
Voices overlapped in playful chaos.
The reason was simple—Zain was always the one teasing others. And now, it was finally his turn.
After all the noise settled, Hasan got the chance to ask the question.
With a mischievous smile, Hasan leaned forward and asked,
“So tell us, Zain… when was the first time your girlfriend ever beat you up?”
The moment the question landed, Zain’s wife turned towards him sharply.
Zain froze.
His confidence melted into embarrassment, but he had no choice—he had to answer.
“Well…” he began, avoiding eye contact,
“She was drying her hair, and I thought I’d joke around a bit. I lightly pulled her hair from behind… but it hurt her more than I expected.
And before I could even explain…”
He rushed his words nervously,
“…she beat me up without listening to a single thing!”
Laughter exploded across the room.
Everyone was laughing—except his wife.
From somewhere in the crowd, a voice whispered,
“Now he’s definitely in trouble.”
The next round began.
The bottle spun again… and this time, it stopped at Zareen.
She scratched her head awkwardly and muttered,
“Oh great… now I’m stuck.”
The question for her came from Mumtaz, Firoz’s wife.
With a calm but curious tone, Mumtaz asked,
“Suppose there comes a time when you have to choose between supporting Saif or Rizvi… who would you stand with?”
Zareen glanced at Saif.
In a low voice, she said,
“I would support my brother.”
Saif lifted his head proudly, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
But then—
Zareen bit her tongue lightly and corrected herself,
“But now… I’ll support bhabhi. Sorry, brother.”
The room burst into teasing laughter.
“Saif is out of the game now!” someone shouted.
Saif smiled on the outside… but inside, irritation quietly started to build.
Still, he stayed silent and let the game
continue.
The bottle spun again.
This time, it pointed at Firoz.
Tauseef stepped in with a playful grin and asked,
“So Firoz… tell us, how many girls have you taken out for rides till now?”
Firoz smiled softly before answering,
“I’ve only ever taken one girl out… and she’s sitting right here in front of all of you.”
He paused, then added with warmth,
“And today, she’s not just my girl… she’s my life. My wife—the real one.”
Before the moment could settle, Asif jumped in loudly,
“Wait… are there fake wives too?”
Laughter filled the room again.
Asif’s wife smirked and replied instantly,
“Yes, of course. They’re called girlfriends… especially when they don’t end up in marriage.”
The room echoed with laughter and playful banter.
The game continued.
The bottle spun once more… and finally stopped at Saif.
Everyone got excited again.
“I’ll ask!”
“No, I will!”
But before anyone could decide, Rizvi surprised everyone.
“I’ll ask Saif,” she said firmly.
Saif’s friends immediately supported her, cheering her on.
Rizvi looked straight into Saif’s eyes… and asked,
Before marriage… did you ever have a girlfriend? If yes, then tell us about her.”
Saif stared at her intensely.
