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"Koi Tamannah ko dekho, meri bacchi bimar padhi hui hai! Kisi ko uski fikar hai ke nahi?" Dadi hollered, as dramatic as she could be. Now we know who I take after. (Someone look after Tamannah, my child is lying sick! Does anybody even care about her?)
"Ji Ammi, main abhi dawayi lekar aa rahi hun. Haider se mangayi thi maine." Tayi responded from afar, I could hear her in even in my bedroom. (Yes, mother. I'm just getting her medicines out, I asked Haider to buy them.)
"Haan, koi meri bacchi ko dekhe, bukhar mein tap rahi hai." (Yes, someone look at my child, she's burning up.)
"Dadi, main khud hi theek hojaungi. Aap pareshaan mat ho." I muttered, coughing in between. It felt as though wind just passed through parched needles of my throat, hurtful. (Grannny, I'll get well soon. You don't worry.)
"Yeh lo Tamannah bete, yeh garam doodh pee lo phir dawayi khaa lena." Tayi forwarded the tray, and I had to swing my head the other way. Who likes milk? (Here you go Tamannah darling, have this milk and then take your medication.)
"Mujhe nahi peena." (I don't want it.)
"Yeh nakhre kis ko dikha rahi ho?" Inayat rested a fist on her waist, glaring at me. "Sharafat se saara doodh khatam karo." (Who're you showing these tantrums to? Finish this milk right away.)
"Main nahi piyungi." I huffed, shaking my head, hiding under the blanket. (I won't drink it.)
"Mera baccha meri baat sunega," Dadi coerced, caressing my head and bringing the glass close to my mouth. "Chalo shabaash." (My child's going to listen to me. C'mon, my good girl.)
"Nai, dadi." I groused. (No, granny.)
Nevertheless, I did have to drink the milk, the warm temperature of it soothing my throat. Putting the medicines in me, they tucked me in leaving me to sleep for the rest of the day.
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I felt a touch over my forehead, ice cold fingers. They immediately retracted at my hiss, letting me peel open an eye. The waves around me were heated, but it still felt wintry. The smooth lamp of the light pricked my eyes.
"Kis ne kaha tha baarish mein bheegne ke liye?" The voice murmured to itself, I could feel shuffling in the place. (Who asked her to drench herself in the rain?)
"M–meri marzi." I croaked with all the energy left in me. (My wish.)
"Chup chaap sojao. Main sirf dekhne aaya tha." Kamran stated, stern and unbending. (Shut up and sleep. I only came to see.)
"K–kya?" (What?)
"Tumhara bukhara kaisa hai. You're still burning up." He commented, his brows contorting into a frown. (How your fever's holding up.)
