Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)

Part 57

"The one that your heart says yes on."

"Why heart? Why not mind? You're a businessman, you take decisions with mind, no?" She placed her cheek on her right hand as she rested her elbow on the arm of air. Her left hand was on the table.Hassan smiled a little.

"I am sure you're not taking a decision in business, No?" Raima didn't say anything. He was right.

"I should leave. Take care." He stood up, then moved forward to grab the hand on the table. He placed a small kiss at the back of her hand and left, leaving her numb and her mind fighting off all the emotions that were becoming a part of her now. She went to the window to look outside in the parking lot. He was not there. He had left.

<Forgive me. I also don't know what I am doing with this couple. But I hope they turn out to be good. Bear with me.>

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After taking shower and changing her clothes, she looked through the shoes. She'd have to wear socks inside joggers, which she wasn't too comfortable with yet since the pain was still somewhat there. She decided to wear simple sandals, so her foot will be naked and she won't feel much pain. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast for herself.

She yawned and stretched her arms as she woke up from the sleep. She glanced at her side. He was sleeping.

"Tatuuuu utho." She said and shook his arm with her little ones and then placed her hand on his face to wake him up. He kissed her hand with closed eyes.
(Wake up.)

"Meeru breakfast krna hai." She told him.

(Meeru has to do breakfast.)

"Ok.Go." He said in his sleep and she went out. She had woken him only to tell him she was going to have breakfast. But she'd scared the hell out of him with the way she closed the door with a thud. He sat up and glared at the door for a few seconds. There was no need to sleep anymore. He frowned when he realised she went for breakfast without washing her teeth or face or using the toilet.

"Oor phuphoo." Hoor turned her face to see her standing near her chair.
"How's my baby?"
"Coot." Hoor chuckled.
"Coot nahi cute hota hai." Although she loved the word, it felt important to correct her.
(It's not coot, it's cute.)

"Coot baby." Meerub said.
"Keeyoooot." Hoor now emphasised on the word.
"Keeyoot." Meerub repeated.
"Yes, cute."
"Keeyoot." Meerub was still at Keeyoot.
"Cute."
"Cute baby." Meerub finally said it right and Hoor laughed, kissing  her cheek. She picked her up and made her sit beside her on the chair. Meerub had started speaking a little late, and Ayaan had to book her appointment with speech therapist. She was fine now. She started to speak a little late but she made up for all that time since she became a chatterbox later. Her words were sometimes wrong & disordered but she spoke a lot so they were not worried. She was learning with time.

"Meeru hurt. Meeru jection" Her arm hurt when Hoor made her sit. The topic changed otherwise she was supposed to repeat Cute baby 10 times at least while Hoor finishes her breakfast. She forgot she had not told her phupho about the injection.

"My strong baby. It's okay." She caressed her cheek.
"Batmeez hurt meeru." Hoor's eyes widened. She can't be calling her dad batmeez, can she?

"Buri baat meeru, aesay kehtay hain baba ko?" She said seriously.
(Bad thing meeru, do you say like this to your baba?)

"Baba no. Batmeez. Uncle gift meeru watch batmeez."

"Did baba give you an injection?"  Hoor asked politely. She didn't remember about the watch, her mind had already enough to remember.

"No." She nodded in no. Hoor nodded. She wasn't calling her baba batmeez.