Even though a voice in her head said to not snap.
That she might be over reacting.
"Mujhe pta hai meine kab khaana hai" she said firmly, feeling proud of the fact that she hadn't snapped .
Qasim pressed his lips together , and then turned to Inaya,
"Inaya beta , go get ready okay" he said , and she nodded .
Once she left Qasim turned to Rukhsar, and she braced her self for a fight.
"How's your nausea"
She looked at him in surprise,
He nodded again,
She felt all her defences fall.
"Its really bad, I end up dry heaving everysingle time." She said and suddenly her eyes filled with tears.
He looked at her his emotions indecipherable.
He got and went to the fridge , he made his way back with a glass that had ice cubes and mint leaves in them.
The ice cubes were bite sized .
"Have this , you'll feel better" he said , giving them to her ,
"I'll make you an omelette." He said , as he took out two eggs
She nodded as she started chewing on the ice and suddenly she did feel much better.
Inaya skipped into the kitchen ,
"Papa I'm weadyyy" she cheered ,
Qasim smiled at her ,
"I'm making an omelette for Rukhsar, she needs her breakfast." He said to her ,
"Uh huh, bweakfast ish the mostest important meal of the day." Inaya said with her index pointed at Rukhsar, she laughed .
"Is it now?" She asked ,
Inaya nodded ,
"Show me what you're wearing Inaya" Rukhsar asked her and the 4 year old put up her arms , she was dressed in a pair jeans and a baby blue t shirt.
"Oh you look so nice." Rukhsar complimented,
"I wanna do my hair like you." She said ,
Rukhsar could feel her smile slip.
"Yeh baal kyun kholein huay hain!" He had snapped
"Band karo inhay,"
"Ali my hair is wet ..." she had said to him,
"Rukhsar inhay bandho warna mere se bura koi nahi hoga!"
He had slammed a glass against the wall.
She had flinched as he shut the door loudly.
She straightened up,
"How about I do a hairstyle that I have always wanted to do?" She asked ,
Inaya shrugged as she jumped on the stool and sat down.
She made a flower braid .
Qasim placed her omelette infront of her .
"So how about you go and get some flowers from the garden and I'll put them in you braid , which ever ones you like." She said and Inaya hurried off.
Qasim sat down across her with his laptop,
"Khao" he said , as he brought his coffee to his lips.
She took a small bite and it was good .
But he didn't ask how it was and she didn't tell him either .
She didn't know how to process all that she was feeling.
Ali had never cooked for her , infact she had cooked for everyone.
Once Inaya came in with the flowers , Rukhsar put them in her hair.
"How do I look papa" she said playing with her braid ,
Qasim smiled at her ,
"Beautiful" he said his eyes so soft, that Rukhsar had to tell her heart to not melt.
"Acha mein nikalti hun, I'll see you when I get back." She told Inaya.
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