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Those scintillating rays of sunshine sparked through the terrace of her room bringing a little hope in form of coruscating kaleidoscope of colors peaking through the beams of those hues.
"How's my baby? Did you sleep good?" Her Nano showed up this morning. It was unusual of her to appear in Zimal's room to wake her up. She had always been an early riser. But this morning she slept in.
"Please amma, don't call me that."
"You'll always stay our little baby, no matter how old you grow."
"No. Give me breakfast. It's a mice marathon going on in my stomach, please for the love of God."
"You'll eat?" Nano gave her a little stare of her dramatic astonishment.
"What do you mean by that? What do you think I'm living on?"
"Air."
"I could've died laughing there but i don't have enough energy to pull that act of clownery for your dear joke there."
"You don't like to appreciate your grandmother's grand sense of humor, hun? In that case- no actually in every case and aspect Zayan is way better than you. He laughs at my jokes and eats my food and actually appreciates me every time."
"I don't know Nano, i can never know how you do that, I mean how, how do you even creep that guy in every little conversation that's ours?"
Nano really ended up being silent for a split second giving this a thought.
"You got Zayan really worried that night, bachay. He really cares for you." Back to zero. Zimal face palmed herself at the little misery of the morning in the form of her own Nano.
"He doesn't need to show his fake concern towards me or you. Just tell him- no scold him and order him to not even breathe around me let alone roaming around for no reason." She heaved a big sigh after letting out all the dramatic stuff she had to.
She really tried to not let her heart get soften for the previous night, when he held her so close to his heart in every sense that she felt healed. The seeds of the warmth of his safe cocoon had been plunged somewhere inside her heart for all right reasons she had no clue about.
"You are his wife."
What were those words that crashed down her ears and shook off her entire existence?
"Ammaa!"
"Where did i lie?"
"You're just stressing me out on an empty stomach i swear to God."
"I know you're gonna give him a chance."
She just sat flabbergasted there looking at her grandmother. She was really here to impose her with the case she was fighting for God knows how long now. Zimal would sit and listen to her everytime with every ounce of twinkling patience it had been left in her but would never actually give it a second thought after the conversation was over. It was a nonsensical thing for her to pay attention to in a world full of occupying things.
