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I swallow my spit thickly down my throat and continue to chew on the strawberry-flavored gum in my mouth.
"Time?" I ask, moving my gaze away from the list of flights on the screen and glancing over my shoulder at Wajih.
"Time hai abhi land hone flight. Sabar kar."
(Still got time for the flight to land. Wait some more.)
I shoot a dry look his way, gazing at junior Taseer already looking at me with big brown eyes from Rehana's arms. "How does chachu look, Muaz?"
As if on cue, his lower lip begins to wobble and the next thing I know, he begins to wail.
"Fahad! Abhi to chup hua tha!"
(
Rehana groans, shooting daggers at me.
"I didn't do anything!"
"You know he doesn't like your voice." Wajih pipes in.
"Tu chup bey! Bohot zabardast hai meri awaaz." (Oh, you shut up! My voice is amazing.)
"Says who?"
"Saira."
"Saira ko to har cheez zabardast dikhai deti aapki." Rehana mocks. (Saira takes every single thing of yours to be amazing.)
"You--"
"Fahad, aao, let's go to the coffee shop, chal." Wajih says, cutting me out.
"2 coffee aur ek chai ka round hogya mera subha se. Ab aur piya to masla hojata."
(I've had 2 rounds of coffee and a cup of tea since morning. It'll be a problem if I have more.)
"No wonder your best friend is super hyper today," Rehana grumbled.
"You got a problem with me?" I retort, looking at her over Wajih's shoulder as he dragged me to the side. "Jabse wapas aaye tumlog, taane marte jari teri biwi meku. Kiya bolke kaan bhara iske?"
(Ever since you guys landed, your wife is taunting me! What have you been saying to her all this time?)
"Humko bhi same treatment, bhai mere. Pregnancy ke baad se, thoda, hat gye." He says, doing the ata maji satakli step.
(It's the same treatment for me since after the pregnancy happened. Maybe pushed out the wrong thing.)
"Toh, doctor ke paas dikha na! Kab tak bardasht karta?"
(Show her to a doctor, then! How long will you take it?)
"Jab tak hai jaan." He sighs.
"Jaan-e-jahan,"
"Main nachungi-- Aye!" I flash a sly smile at the look on his face, before staring at the screen before me listing the status of all the arriving flights.
"What time is it?" The words roll on my tongue without a second's thought.
"One minute to 3 o clock."
"3.00 PMher flight's going to land. One more minute." I nod at no one in particular, giving myself the much-needed forbearance and strength to hold for 60 seconds more.
"Tu pagal hai? Land hote saath ich aajati Saira? Malum hai na kitne kanthe rehte customs ke."
(Are you crazy? You think she's gonna jump into your arms the instant the plane lands? You know how customs can get.)
Clamming my eyes shut, I groan in response feeling impatience gnaw at me once again as Wajih speaks up.
"Let's go sit for a bit, chal."
"Main promise kara tha, I'll be standing here waiting for you, bolke. I'm not moving." I deny, shaking my head at him and not taking my eyes off the glass door before me.
"Ab main chair leke aana tere liyea special?" He mocks. (Should I bring a chair especially for you?)
"Tu khamush baith na zara, do minute! Keep quiet. You're not helping at all."
Not paying heed to my plea, he tried again. "Acha, ek cigarette phook ke aainge." (Let's go for a quick smoke).
I shake my head, "Cigarette ke smell se welcome karu main uska? Acha dikhta wo?"
(Should I welcome her with the stench of cigarette on me? Will that be nice?)
"Abbah! Ek meri begum, aur ek tu! Dono milke pagal kardo meku." He snapped.
(You and my wife, both are driving me crazy!)
"Ye le, paani pi aur thanda ho." I produce the mini plastic water bottle from my pocket and offer it to him. "Bisleri hai, aapke British body ke vaaste."
(Here, drink some water and calm down. It's Bisleri, by the way, for your British body.)
Wajih clicks his tongue in return. "Drank enough already. Aur piya to bathroom jana pardta. Gande rehte yaha ke."
(I'll have to use the dirty bathroom here if I drink more.)
"Oh? Bete, do saal pehle, tu yehi tha teri poori zindagi. Kiya nakhre karra?"
(2 years ago, you were here your whole life. Did you forget that?)
"Kuch kuch hota hai, Fahad." Taking my hand in his, he puts it against the cold leather jacket right in the center of his chest. "Tum nahi samjho ge."
"Teri biwi peeche hai, uske pass ja. Rehana sab samajh jati" Instead of letting go, my dear best friend flashes me a creepy smile, cradling my hand against his cheek.
(Your wife is right there, go to her. She'll understand everything.)
"Deewane, logan gay samjhinge. Haath chord!" Paying no heed, he pecks my fingers.
(Leave my hand, you psycho. People will think we're gay.)
"Thuu! Sanitize, nahi, acid dalke dhona pardta ab haath meku!" Yanking my hand free from his grip, I rub it on my jeans.
(EWWW! I'll have to sanitize, no, cleanse my hand with acid!)
"Land hogai! Land hogai! Baji ki flight land hogai!" Imran yells, rushing over to us with a big smile on his face. My eyes find the 'Landed' sign on the screen just when I hear Maryam say under her breath.
"Aysi ek smile zara humari taraf bhi karna tha." (You can flash that smile here as well.)
"Abhi to sirf land hui. Baher aane aur aadha ghanta lagta." Wajih mumbled. (It's just landed. It will take her an easy half an hour to clear customs.)
"Buzzkill." He grumbled, before walking away. Maryam following his suit like a lost soul. Brushing their thoughts away, I turn my focus on more important things.
"Acha, Wajih, dekh sahi sahi bol. Theek dikhru main?"
(Listen, Wajih, be honest. Do I look okay?)
I glance down at the attire I spent the entire morning trying to put together. Testing shirt after shirt, with jeans and then the jackets to make sure it all worked before finally going with a denim trucker jacket, white Tee and light grey jeans. Consequently, as I reassess the apparel, my room is a mess with empty closets.
"Pehli baar milre tum dono?" (Is it the first time you guys are seeing each other?)
"2 saal ke baad milre. Pehli baar ich hota mere liyea." I bark. (After two years, it is considered the first time.)
"Good. Acha dikhra."
"Khali dil rakhne mat bol." I mutter with a tinge of plea in my tone. (Don't just say it for my sake.)
"Potti hai? Tareefan karna ab?" (Are you a girl? Do I have to compliment you?)
"Tu bhi Rehana ke jaisa hogya." I shake my head at him in disbelief. "Mere bhole Wajih ku Manchester me chordke aagaye tum teeno." (You've turned into another version of Rehana and left my brother like a best friend back in Manchester.)
"How many cups of coffee did you have again?"
"2." I admit with an eye roll.
"Zyada caffeine agar body me hogya, to insaan aysich behke behke baatan karta. Tu bhi woich karra." (That's what happens when a person OD's on caffeine. You're rambling too.)
"Sach humesha kardwa hota hai." (Truth's always bitter.)
He puffs, pushing his fingers in my hair and ruffling it. I gasp, freezing in my spot. He did not just do that!
Flashing me triumph smile, Wajih opens his mouth to say something wicked but I beat him to it, landing a punch in his jaw. He doubles over, putting a hand to his face.
"Wapas theek kar mere baal. Itni mushkil se set kara tha, gel laga ke. Poora hair style tabah kardiya tu, kamine!" (I had gone out of my way and did my hair using gel and you just had to ruin it. Fix them, now!)
"Bhot over hojara, Fahad." He warns, taking a cautious step toward me.
(This is too much, Fahad.)
"Ye meku tang karne se pehle sochna tha." I grin, standing still as he works on my hair. "Ek bache ka baap bangya, lekin abhi tak bachapana nahi gya." (Should've thought before messing with me. You're a father now and yet behave like a kid yourself.)
Wajih smirks, clicking his tongue.
"Bete, land hogai flight?" Daddy asked, careening towards us on his stick. (Has the flight landed?)
"Ji, daddy. Kuch der pehle hui."
"Haan, wo dekho passengers aana shuru hogaye Emirates ke." Snapping my head in the direction he pointed, I notice the flight number on one of the luggage which was the same as Saira's.
(Yeah, see there, Emirates' passengers have started coming too.)
"Hut," I swat Wajih's hands away, spinning on my heel.
"Abhi luggage jaldi aaya to unlog bhi aate." Daddy spoke, moving to sit back on the chair beside mummy. (They'll be here after their luggage arrives.)
I don't pay heed to his words. My mind pictured her whining and cursing at the long line of customs and then at the baggage claim. She would probably be stomping her feet in frustration at her parents who won't let her leave without them. A scowl on her face as she glared at the trio, before announcing 'I'm going!' loud and clear.
As if on cue, my eyes locate her amble through the sliding glass doors. Heartbeat skyrocketing to another level when we locked gaze. Her face broke into a megawatt grin as she walked, jogged then ran towards me. Swiftly putting my arms around, I catch her flying body in time, twirling us around.
"Jaaaannnn!" She squeals in my ear, burying her face in my neck. Pulling away slightly, I cup her cheek in my palm.
"I missed you." We say in unison, then chuckle before clutching each other again. I didn't bother counting the minutes we just stood there, holding each other until a throat is cleared from our side.
Peeling my eyes open, I see daddy smiling at us. "Bete, nikah hone aur 15 days hai. Uske baad, koi rokne wala nahi rehta." (Still got 15 days to your nikah. No one is going to stop you after.)
"Ahem," Saira coughs, unwinding her arms from around me while I set her on the ground. Not without lacing our fingers together.
"Assalam Alaikum, daddy!" She greets, in her usual cheery voice, moving to give him a one-handed embrace.
"Walaikumsalam, kaisa hai mera bacha?"
"Zabardast. Aapki health kaisi hai?"
"Meri beti mere paas aagayi to sab theek hogya." He coos, placing a big hand on her scarfed head. Saira goes around meeting mummy, Rehana and little Muaz, and Asra Phuppo.
(Now that I have my daughter with me, everything will be fine.)
"Taking after your brother's looks, are we now?" She poked Imran, causing him to gulp with a shy smile.
"Aur, dulha bhai, aagaye apne desh aap wapas un angrezon se door," She mocked Wajih with a sly grin, then pecked Muaz's forehead lightly.
(I see you are back to your country away from those gore,)
"Iss baar bhi flowers," Saira noted, taking the bouquet from Emad.
(Flowers this too,)
"Tum to diet karre the!" She says to Maryam. "Why do I see donut boxes behind you?"
"Uh, those are for you."
"Nice try." Imran muttered quietly, causing Maryam to glare at him.
"Ayan, Salma aur Shokoor ko New York me chordke aagaye bete aap?" Daddy jokes once Saira was standing beside me again, lacing our fingers together.
(Did you leave the others back in New York?)
"Nahi, daddy. Baggage claim ke paas itne saare log, itna sara crowd tha. Poochiyea mat. Papa aur bhai usme lage hue the, main aur Mumma side pe. To main boli ke, waha wait karne se acha baher aaplog ke saath wait karinge. Let them do the work." She winks, earning a chuckle. Her eyes flashed towards me for a split second before moving to mummy.
(No, daddy. There was a throng of people at baggage claim. Papa and Bha were after that, leaving me and Mumma on the side. I said to her, instead of waiting there inside, let's wait here with all of you and let papa and bhai do the work.)
"How was your flight, beta?"
"Intehai slow. Ufff! Time pass hi nahi hora tha. Wohi same faces, wohi same screen for 17 hours straight. Don't ask. Aur uske uper se ganda plane ka khana. Dubai se yaha ka phir bhi better tha." I watch her ramble, feeling the pad of her thumb circle my knuckles.
(Frustratingly slow. Uff! Same faces, same screen for 17 hours straight. On top of that, disastrous flight meals.)
"We had an Indian meal from DXB to here," Rehana says.
"OMG same! Gulab Jamun!" They squeal together and giggle. From the corner of my eyes, I notice Wajih heave a sigh of relief on seeing his wife smile for the first time in 2 hours.
"Ek dum fresh hai beti. Safar ki kuch bhi thakaan nahi dikhri chere pe."
(It doesn't look like she's been traveling for so long. As cheerful as ever.)
"Main bilkul bhi nahi thaki daddy, thakaan ke liyea. Bus, wait karri thi kab plane land hota aur main wo seat se uthu."
(I am not tired at all, daddy. Just waited for the plane to land so I could leave that seat.)
"Waise--"
"Ayan's here! Assalam Alaikum," Everyone but the two of us, gather around them exchanging hugs and greetings.
"Let's go!" Saira whispered, tugging at my arm.
"Uncle se to milne do meku."
(Let me greet Uncle first.)
"Ghar pe milo, lekin ab--"
"Shush!" She scowls when I drop her hand to hug Uncle and Shokoor.
"Madam ko bhi salam," Shokoor says looking over my shoulder.
"Arey, aaplog aagaye? Welcome, welcome." Jaana plays along replying cheekily. "Safar theek tha? Koi problem to nahi hui na?"
(Oh, you made it. Welcome, welcome. I hope the journey was okay. No problems there, right?)
"Agar aap apna luggage khud lete to koi problem nahi hoti. Pathar bhar ke laye tum sare bags mein."
(There would've been no problem if you'd get your stone-filled bags yourself.)
"Ji, American stone is really precious here." We laugh at the brother-sister banter.
"How are you, my son?" Salma aunty asks, running a hand over the side of my face.
"Alhamdulillah, aunty. Dua hai aapki."
"Aunty ki formality nahi chalti abse. Mumma bolo,"
(I don't want this aunty formality anymore. Call me, Mumma.)
"Ji, mumma."
"Offoo! Bhaiya ka promotion hogya." Imran chortles.
(Bhaiya got promoted.)
"After 2 years and 2 months." Maryam chirps.
"Tum dono ka hogya? Imran go get the cars." I hand him my car keys and usher the boys to work.
"Fahad, chalo!"
"2 minutes, Jaana. Car me luggage load karke, chalinge." She screws her lips to the side, then huffs an 'okay'.
"Aaplog ko zyada wait to nahi karna pada na?" Mumma inquired.
(You guys didn't have to wait for long, I hope?)
"Nahi, nahi." Wajih arches his brow and from beside him Rehana scoffs at me. "Zyada nahi." I pull a grin.
When in reality, I'd hauled their asses with me to the airport at 1 PM. Giving the jet-lagged couple no time to rest. I, myself couldn't sleep this past week at the mere thought of Saira coming back. I was up with the sun, pacing around the house like a lunatic because my adrenaline just won't stop kicking in.
"Arey, ek hafte se dum kardera bhai, beta humara. Bechaini khatam hone ka naam hi nahi leri iske!"
(Our son has been a bother since the last week. There was no limit to his restlessness and agitation.)
"Daddy--"
"Hopefully, ab sukoon milinga."
(Hopefully, he'll be fine now.)
I feel the tip of my ears turn hot as all eyes zeroed in on me.
"Aweee!" Rehana teases as Saira gives my hand a light squeeze.
"Humare paas bhi yehi haal hai, Uncle. Poori flight me 5 minute chain se nahi bethi Saira. Neend haram kardi meri."
(Same here, uncle. Saira didn't sit still for even 5 minutes straight. Ruined my beauty sleep.)
"C'mon bhai, you were snoring so loud. I could hear you over the headphones."
"Kuch bhi?!"
"Main--" Before she could start shooting at him, I cut Saira off.
"The cars are here. Chalo," Maneuvering the trolley towards the trunk of the car, I begin unloading it.
"Ye lo, ye bhi rakho." Shokoor comes to stand beside me as I pick the first bag and place it inside, with another cart of suitcases. "Tumhari hone wali begum ka ich samaan hai. Uthao." I bite back a smile when I see Saira glaring at him and nod at him.
(Here, keep these too. It all belongs to your wife-to-be.)
"Chalo, Saira." He says turning to her, motioning to their vehicle behind him. "Sit in the car."
"I'm going with Fahad." She announced.
"Ha! Like hell you are. Baitho seedha car me."
"Haan, Jaana, get in the car." I lock eyes with Saira, wordlessly gesturing with a tilt of my head. Pushing the button on the trunk close, then wound my way around to the driver's seat and slip in, shutting the door behind me.
"See, he doesn't want you to ride with him either. Come with me."
"I am not going to. And you can't make me."
"Nakhre nahi karo. Otherwise, main papa ko bolru."
"Theek hai, boldo."
"Acha! Papa--" Saira rushes away from him, hopping into the passenger seat beside me and we speed off laughing our ass off.
"WOAHHH!" Rolling down the window, she pokes her head out and screams with joy. Empty road with acres of trees on either side welcomed her home. The cold December wind blew at her face.
"Feels so good to be back!" She admits, resting her cheek against my left bicep.
"Yes, it does!" I mutter leaning towards her. "Want to eat something?"
"Ice cream!"
"Nahi, nahi. You just landed and I don't want you getting sick already by having ice creams. Not so fast. Nope."
"Acha, sugarcane juice hi pilado."
"Wo karsakte apan. But," Through the line of cars, my gaze falls on the coconut water cart we were approaching to my right. "I've got something better."
"And that is?"
"Naryal pani." I smile, stepping on breaks directly by the vendor. I order 2 malai coconuts for us and slide a 50 rupee bill to him.
"Thank you!" Saira says after I pass her the giant green ball. She flashes the old man one of her sweetest smiles before putting her mouth on the thin blue straw. "Mmm, this is good! So refreshing!" She bemoaned after the first sip.
"Don't throw it away after you finish. We have to give it back to him." She halts, furrowing her brows.
"Give it back? What's he going to do with these?"
"He'll show you." We continue to drink in content silence before I hear the unmistakable slurp from her side.
"Done." Saira hands over the empty coconut, and moves in her seat, so she's watching the man skilfully slit it into two then scoop out the white malia.
"See?"
"Ohhhh!" Taking the half coconuts from him, I bring the vehicle to life and drive away. "Do, mujhe taste karna hai." Nodding at her words, I pull us into a basement parking of a mall only meters after the coconut cart and park in the first visible spot, killing the engine.
"Don't tell me you're taking me grocery shopping again." She says with a tinge of dread in her voice.
"Uske liyea time hai." I say, before reaching out and unleashing her from the seat belt. My hand goes around her waist as I effortlessly lift her up and lead her on my lap. Taking her face in between my palms, I lean in and press my mouth to her forehead in a much-needed prolonged kiss.
"Ayse lag hi nahi raha ki main do saal door this aapse, jaan." She says.
(It doesn't feel like I've been away from you for so long, jaan.)
"Meku dikha. Har roz dikha ke main apni Jaana see door hoon. I'm not trying to sound dramatic but--"
(To me, it did. Every day.)
"I didn't say you're being dramatic." Her thumb caressed my cheekbone.
"--these two years felt like forever."
"It's over, now."
"It's over, now." Saira sighs softly, pressing her forehead against mine. We stay like that for a moment before I feel her fingers push through my hair.
"Gel wel, kiya baat hai?"
"Mmm. Special log ke liyea special taiyaari." I flash her a lop-sided grin, hand brushing my hair, earning me her giggle.
(Special preparation for special people.)
"I like your jacket, though."
"Bus, mere kapron pe nazar rakho tum." She gasps, punching her tiny fist in my chest.
(Eyes on my clothes always.)
"So rude, jaan. Jao! Main nahi baat karri aapse. Huh!"
"Nakhre,"
"I'm not doing nakhre!" I chuckle at the smile she was biting back. My phone vibrates sitting in the cupholder to my side. Grabbing it, I answer the call and greet daddy.
"Where are you guys? Humse pehle nikle lekin humlog ghar pe hai ab."
"On our way, daddy."
"Acha, you took the long route, I guess."
"Uhh, nahi . . .lekin, we're on our way. 15 minutes me rehte ghar pe."
"Half hour." Saira mouths.
"15 minutes nahi to half-hour max," I add.
"Theek hai, if you say so."
"Ji, Allah Hafiz." I hang up.
"They reached?" Saira questioned, holding the half coconut in her hand and putting the malai in her mouth.
"Mm-hmm,"
She makes a weird sound, staring at the half coconut filled with malai in awe. "Kahan the tum?! Why didn't I have you the last time?"
"You didn't?"
"I had the paani but not this, whatever you call it." Tossing the device away, I loop my hands around her waist and draw her closer towards me. Her sweet scent mixed with the plane's wafting through the air around us. The dimly lit parking space made the nose ring shine and wink at me.
She brings her hand to my mouth, tossing some malai in, and continues to babble. There were no traces of fatigue on her face, as she sat there on my lap as merry as ever.
"Fahad?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you listening?"
"Hmmmm," I hum again, gazing at her frowny face with all admiration.
"Kiya hmmmm? Here, I'm talking to you and you're not even listening."
"Thoda kum bolo, main poora suntu."
"Bohot gande hogaye aap." She mumbled, folding her arms over her chest and looking away.
"Mazakh, jaana, mazakh."
"You meant it."
"I didn't--" My phone buzzed again, causing me to grunt when Imran's name flashed on the screen.
"Assalamalaikum, bhaiya. Where you at?"
"Raaste me hai."
"Short cut leke Muqam-e-Ibrahim aao, jaldi. Junior Malik ajeeb harkatan karre." He says, motioning to Shokoor Malik.
(Cut your route short and get to Muqam-e-Ibrahim quickly. Junior Malik is acting in a weird way.)
"Kyu, kiya hua?"
"Baji ka bada bhai hai, areh! Fikar hori apne behen ki. Daddy call kare the na aapko? Kuch bole nai?"
(He's baji's older brother, worries for her. Didn't daddy tell you?)
"Aysa to kuch nahi bole. Aadha ghanta bola tha main daddy ku."
(None of this. I told him we'll be there in half an hour.)
"Aaplog ke liyea ye behtar rahinga ke aaplog 5 minute me ghar pe raho."
(It would be better if you get here in 5 minutes.)
"Theek hai,"
I heave a sigh as I end the call and lock gaze with Saira who shot me a quizzing look.
"Aapke bhai tang karre sab ko." (Your brother is bothering everyone.)
"Jaisa aap tang karre mujhe." She sassed. I put my palms on either side of her face, and kiss both her cheeks her eyes, forehead, and the tip of her nose. When I pause and move back a little, she uttered.
"Bas? Itna hi?"
"Kiss bhi abbich kardu?" (Should I kiss you now, too?)
"Yes, please." Saira squeals when I slap the cheek of her bottom.
"Don't tease me, woman," I mutter, running my nose along the side of her face.
"Mmm, you're not hard though, are you?" She innocently inquires, while grinding against me. I feel her hand on my chest, slowly making it's way upward.
"Thode din ruk jao. Nikah wali raat dikhatu hard kiya hai." Angling her face, she kissed the length of my jaw.
(I'll show you what hard is on the night of our nikah.)
"Saira," I husk, feeling the pressure start to build while mustering every ounce of sanity in me to continue holding my horses. "Kuch to bi kardunga main. Bolna nahi phir meku ke roka nahi." I warn.
(I might do anything Don't come at me afterward saying I didn't stop you.)
"You won't." She countered. "Not now, at least."
"Itna bharosa?"
"Ji," Pecking my nose again, she grins.
"Sirf aaj control kara main. Next time nahi karne wala." I declare, tightening my arm around her waist and lift her off me.
(It's just today I stopped myself. Won't next time.)
"Mat karo. Kabhi mat control karo." Saira croaks in my ears, hugging me to herself.
"Pakka?"
"Pakka." Pressing her mouth to the side of neck, she affirmed. I make sure she is comfortable then fasten the seat belt for her before settling down in mine.
"Isse pehle ki Shokoor khud call kare, we better be home." I say and bring the engine to life. As we drive out of the basement and onto the main road, Saira takes my left hand in hers and laced our fingers together.
We weren't very far away from her house and so we reached within 10 minutes. I bring the car to a halt right behind daddy's and kill the engine. Saira and I make our way past the main gate. The scene that welcomed us was quite offputting.
Shokoor pacing up and down the living room, while Uncle, aunty and my own parents sat comfortably on the couches. Teacups and two plates of biscuits decorated the center table. On seeing her, he halted raising his brow at us.
"Assalamalaikum," We greet in unision, receiving Wasalams after a beat of silence.
"Khairyat hai?" I ask lightly.
"Nikah hue jab tak tum dono ka milna julna band." Shokoor announced. Growled more like.
(You both are barred from seeing each other until the nikah.)
"What?!"
"Saira tum Fahad ko call karinge. Fahad tum Saira ko call nahi karinge, humare ghar nahi aainge. Kuch nahi. Ye 15 days ek doosre se door rahinge tum dono."
(Saira, you won't call him. Fahad you won't call Saira, or come to our house either. No contact. For the next 15 days you two are to stay away from each other.)
I gape at him as though he was growing two heads.
Main Saira se door rahun? Ha!
Safar ki thakaan sar chard gai bande ki.
Turning my attention to the elders of the house, I was thrown off guard when they sit there wordlessly and shrugged nonchalantly. Causing my heart to sink. My gaze found daddy and the look on his face took me aback. I raise my brows at him, silently asking him, 'kiya bekar bataan karra ine? Tell him to shut up. I am not going to stay away from my Jaana!'
When he regarded me with a eerily serene look, I begin to doubt myself.
'You're not serious. No?'
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