Khizaan

Chapter 33

Hyra shot him a glare,

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After finalizing the menu, Dawar and Hayder departed, leaving Uswa and Hyra in a moment of solitude. Uswa couldn't resist revisiting the topic that had captured her attention earlier.

"Hyra, Hayder bhai ke dimples hain," Uswa remarked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

(Hyra, Hayder bhai has dimples.)

Hyra chuckled, nodding in agreement.

"Mujhe toh yakeen nahi araha," Uswa said absentmindedly, her thoughts clearly preoccupied.

(I can't believe it.)

"Isme na yakeen karne wali kya baat hai?" Hyra asked, puzzled by Uswa's reaction.

(What's so unbelievable about it?)

"Yahi ki woh itna achha khasa dimple waste kar rahe hain. Batao bhala, Allah pak bhi ussey dete hain jisko kadar nahi," Uswa expressed her surprise. "Aise dimples mere hote toh main har waqt smile karti rehti, aur ek Hayder bhai, itne saal baad aaj mujhe maloom hua unke dimples parhte hain. Yeh toh nakadri hui."

(That he's wasting such a good pair of dimples. Allah grant dimples to someone who doesn't appreciate them?)

(If I had dimples, I would smile all the time, and Hayder bhai, after so many years, today I found out about his dimples. This is unfair.)

Hyra shook her head at Uswa's complaint, busying herself with gathering the dirty cups to take them to the kitchen.

"Hyra," Uswa called, holding onto Hyra's arms as she was lost in thought.

"Iska matlab tumhare baby ke bhi dimples honge?" Uswa whispered with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

(Does that mean your baby will have dimples too?)

The mention of a baby caused a subtle shift in Hyra's expression. A hint of anxiety flickered in her eyes, but Uswa, swept up in her excitement, remained oblivious.

"Tumhare baby ke agar dimple hue toh main apne baby ki shadi karwaungi ussey, fir mere grandkids ke bhi dimples honge," Uswa continued with enthusiasm.

(If your baby has dimples, I'll arrange the marriage of my baby with yours, then my grandkids will have dimples too.)

Hyra managed a smile but couldn't shake off the sudden unease at the thought of starting a family. "Bohot durr ka nahi soch liya?" she questioned.

(Thinking too far ahead, aren't you?)

Uswa, still unaware of Hyra's internal struggle, continued to elaborate on her whimsical ideas about a future filled with dimples. "Haan toh yeh sab faisle toh durr ka sochke hi hote hain. Lekin main pehle bata doon, dimple wala baby hua tumhara tabhi main apne baby ki shadi karwaungi, warna nahi, tum bura mat manna."

(Yes, decisions like these are made by thinking far ahead. But let me tell you first, if your baby has dimples, only then will I arrange the marriage of my baby; otherwise, don't take it badly.)

"Hyra!" Hayder again entered the living room, calling for Hyra, who tensed slightly.

Uswa discreetly rolled her eyes because Hayder interrupted their conversation. Lucky for Uswa, Hayder didn't notice.

Through his eyes, Hayder told Hyra to come, and then he again left.

"Uffo, Kubra api ki shadi mein jo hua woh main apni shadi mein nahi bardasht karungi, Hyra, main pehle hi bata doon," Uswa announced, her eyes narrowing with determination.