Chapter 8

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Anaya went to her Aliza chachi (Azaan's mom) to complain about him but she found two house helpers setting the table.

Anaya went to her Aliza chachi (Azaan's mom) to complain about him but she found two house helpers setting the table

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(What is your fav food? Mine is mutton biryani)

Anaya was drooling over the food, her mouth slightly open, eyes fixated on the delicious spread, her stomach growling in anticipation.

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Anaya was drooling over the food, her mouth slightly open, eyes fixated on the delicious spread, her stomach growling in anticipation

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Anaya was drooling over the food, her mouth slightly open, eyes fixated on the delicious spread, her stomach growling in anticipation.

Azaan, who came up behind Anaya, saw her drooling over the foods. "Muh band karlo moti nahi toh makhi ghus jayega" he teased.

Anaya closed her mouth abruptly and retorted, "Yaha kyu aaye ho tum?"

"Nazar rakhna aayi hoon, hathi, sara khana na kha jayen " he replied with a smirk.

"Tumhe mein..." Anaya started but was interrupted by her mother, Hayat, who spoke from behind.

"Anaya, Azaan, tum dono apna Tom and Jerry show phupho ke jaane ke baad karna, nahi toh mujhse tum dono maar khawoge" Hayat scolded.

Anaya turned around and protested, "Ammi, yeh mujhe tang kar rahe hai, isse daantne ki wajah se aap mujhe kyu daat rahi hai?"

"Mein tum dono ko daat rahi hoon" Hayat replied sternly.

"Jao, sabko dinner ke liye bulaao lao Anaya" she instructed her daughter, her glare unwavering.

"Mujhe kyu keh rahi hain, isse kahaan naah?" Anaya whined.

"Jo kaha woh karo" her mother said firmly, glaring at her.

"Thik hai" Anaya muttered, stomping off in frustration.

Azaan stifled his laughter after witnessing Anaya stomping away in anger.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, enjoying their dinner. Anaya, however, was devouring her meal as if the food might vanish at any moment.

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