Harry's P.O.V
"Did you have to do that?" Tahira asked me once she hung up on Pooja and I nodded, placing my hands behind my head as I lay back down on the bed.
"Think of it as a revenge for leaving me hanging." I said and she blushed.
"I couldn't have done anything about that, Harry. I told you not to do it." She said and I chuckled.
"When has Pooja called you over?" I asked instead and she sighed, laying down with her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Tomorrow morning. She's coming here with the clothes and said she doesn't want any distractions when she comes. That being you and Ameera." Tahira said and I frowned.
"Why can't we stay?" I asked and she chuckled.
"Because she said she'll keep playing with Ameera and forget about the project. You, because well, she doesn't want you distracting her either. She's still a fan remember?" Tahira said and I laughed.
"How could I forget? You blew her cover by calling her out on wanting to be Mrs. Horan. And now she's going to be just that." I said and Tahira laughed too remembering that moment.
The next morning, Ameera was in my arms while we waited for Pooja to arrive. She did soon though, carrying a duffle bag over her shoulder as she walked in.
"Hey, Harry, and hello, little miss cutie. You've not been meeting me as much as I would like to." Pooja said to Ameera while I chuckled.
"Hey, Pooja. Got everything ready?" I asked and she nodded, patting her bag.
"I do. By the way, Harry. I found a solution to your problem. Just come back alone when I message you. Niall has said he'll babysit Ameera." Pooja said and winked at me when I looked at her confused but shrugged.
"Ameera!" I said laughing as I ran after her. Since I had nothing else in mind, I took Ameera to the park and let her down from my arms when she had wriggled in them, wanting to be let down.
She was chasing the pigeons that were pecking on the ground for food but flew away once Ameera got close to them. She sat down on the ground, looking up at me with a pout when I reached her and I chuckled before sitting behind her and pulling her on my lap.
"They'll come back. Just wait for a few minutes, princess." I said and gave a kiss to her head.
It took a while but one pigeon came and when it stayed there for a few seconds, others followed its lead. Ameera was making sounds in my lap, her hands outstretched, opening and closing as if she wanted to call the pigeons to her. It made me laugh slightly but I just observed her antics.
"Ameera, can you say 'daddy' for me?" I asked her and she looked at me curiously and I chuckled. Picking her up so that she was standing on my lap, I turned her to face me.
"Say 'daddy'." I said but she placed her hand on my mouth and giggled when I said her name; my breath tickling her hand and I laughed. Removing her hand from my mouth, I hugged her to me and she started mumbling something over my shoulder while I listened to her, nodding my head.
I placed a kiss to the side of her head and she stopped mumbling in a few seconds, trailing off and then nestled her head in my neck.
"Ameera, look. Duckies." I said pointing towards the ducks that were swimming in the pond and her gaze followed my finger after a few seconds. She looked at them curiously and her mouth parted when one of them quacked.
She wriggled out of my hold as something caught her attention when she had looked around and I let her go but kept an eye on her as she ran forward. Knowing I'll be able to catch up to her easily, I didn't run after her and leaned back against my hands as I stared at her with a smile.
She suddenly looked back at me with a large smile but it slowly faded when she realised I wasn't following her. A frown came on her face and I sat up straight, ready to go to her but she started walking back towards me slowly.
"What's wrong, princess?" I asked her as she reached me and took her up in my arms. Her bottom lip curled up and she pressed her fingers in my cheek. I looked at her confused for a while but she laughed slightly when I tickled her with my fingers.
"Daddy's princess shouldn't be sad. I'll make sure you're always happy." I said with a smile and placed a kiss on her cheek. That's when my phone beeped.
From Pooja:
Get your butt home ASAP!
I frowned slightly at the message but got up from the ground nonetheless. Ameera looked at me confused but I shrugged.
"Time to go to uncle Niall's. Funs over." I told her and started heading towards the parks exit.
Once I handed over Ameera to Niall who was equally confused as me as to what Pooja was up to, I drove towards my house.
Though, the curiosity didn't rise in me until I heard Tahira and Pooja shouting at each other once I walked into the house. But then Tahira suddenly screamed.
"I swear to God if Harry and Ameera show up when I'm like this, I'm not going to leave you alive! Give me the keys, Pooja!"
I froze in my tracks. My breathing stopped as I stared at the bare back wide-eyed.
Tahira wasn't naked. Far from it. She was wearing something that looked traditional. Falaq was wearing something similar at our wedding and Tahira had called it a saree.
But what Tahira was wearing left her back bare and there was a small strap holding a blouse she was wearing in place around her back and over her shoulders. She was completely covered from waist down. There was the same patterned cloth draped over her left shoulder that fell till the ground and both of her arms were bare as well. Her hair was wild as she chased Pooja who was dodging Tahira behind the couches.
When Pooja saw me behind Tahira, she grinned with a smirk and immediately Tahira's shoulders straightened.
"You didn't." Tahira breathed out in disbelief but Pooja grinned.
"Hi, Harry." Pooja said and Tahira quickly turned towards me. Her eyes were wide in alarm and when she saw me standing there, a large blush came on her cheeks. The cloth that was draped over her shoulder was spread wide so that it covered her front, but left her side exposed. Pooja cleared her throat.
"So, I'll leave you guys to it. If you want us to keep Ameera overnight just text us." Pooja said and walked towards me. She took my hand in hers but I didn't say anything because I was still reeling from shock at my wife's clothing. But my attention snapped to Pooja when she placed a cold metal in my palm.
The keys to the closet.
That's when I understood why Tahira was dressed like she was. She couldn't change into anything else because her clothes were locked in the closet. Pooja quietly grabbed her duffle bag and walked out of the house.
But left us in silence.
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