Love So Far

Zoya

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Zoya

I am straightforward, overconfident, and borderline rude to people who mistreat others. 

But I can't stand family politics. I hated unnecessary drama, and I just wished that it wasn't so dominating in our family.

While my mother-in-law was a pretty chilled out woman, and I got along very well with my Nand, there was literally one person who seemed to wake up every single day, intending to make the new day worse than the previous one for other people around her: Sadia Bhabi.

She was in a bad mood the morning after Jasmina and her family flew back to London. When I got downstairs, I heard her banging dished onto the counters of the kitchen and complaining to the maids, "With what right were they asking Jasmina to stay back? I'm the elder daughter-in-law and nobody even asked what I thought about it all."

"That's because we didn't need to ask." I entered the kitchen. "Your facial expressions made it obvious." I looked at the maids. "Go and see if Ammi wants any other chores done around the house, please." They immediately left. "And Ammi and Papa were asking because technically Papa is still the head of the family, and you're questioning their right to ask their daughter to stay?" 

"Once a son gets married..."

"What outdated mentality are you living with?" I interrupted. "First and foremost, Papa is still working, and he is still a breadwinner of the family. Secondly, but just as importantly, he and Ammi formed this home together, and thirdly Jasmina's parents, elder brothers and I all wanted her here, and yet she didn't stay, so why are you even complaining? You got what you wanted, didn't you? You created a lifetime of issues between the family. Ab to aap ke khalaijay main thandak padh gayi ho gi na?"I was practically shaking with rage. Her behaviour was beyond unacceptable. 

*"Now you must be satisfied?" 

"You should not talk to me that way, Zoya. Stay in your limits." 

"No disrespect, Bhabi, but you telling someone to stay in their limits is a little ironic." Rolling my eyes, I headed out of the kitchen.

Ammi was just coming down the stairs. With her shawl wrapped around her, she looked weak and frail, and her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. Of course she had been crying. She had been unable to spend sufficient amount of time with her only daughter, who had been visiting after months.

"Are you okay, Ammi?" I asked. "Why don't you go have a seat and I'll make you some breakfast?" 

She shook her head. "No, thanks, beta. I'm not hungry." 

"Ammi, you're going to get sick. Come on, have a seat inside and I'll bring the breakfast for you. Is Papa going to have it as well, or is he already at work?" 

"He went to work for an emergency." She slowly headed inside, her head bowed.

As someone who had been extremely attached to her mother, I couldn't bear seeing my mother-in-law yearn for her daughter. I couldn't even imagine how heartbroken she must be feeling right now.

I headed into the kitchen and quietly made breakfast for Ammi, myself and Ahad. Sadia Bhabi had a habit of making breakfast for her own family, and when Arhaan Bhai wasn't home (like now), she took it upstairs to her room. She only ate with the rest of us when Arhaan Bhai was here. 

Not that I care. I'd rather have meals in peace at least. A petty side of me whispered in my head.

But I couldn't help feeling the way I did. People's behaviour affect the way others think about them, and that was certainly the case with Sadia Bhabi.