Chasing Heart

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There was a request for the scene below, and even I felt that it should be included, but the last chapter was already too long, so I will include this in this one.

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Taif

I had thought that I would be standing beside Dr Fawad Ali one day, performing surgeries.

Here we were, making tea for everyone together.

And I was nervous as hell.

"Iman mentioned wanting to visit her ancestral home in Lahore." I spoke up, finally coming up with a topic to talk about. "Whereabouts is it?" 

"It's actually not too far from were your family home is." He replied. "Barely fifteen minutes walk."

"Are you familiar with those areas?" I sounded surprised to my own ears. S**t. Did I just unintentionally imply that he was too upper class to be familiar with those areas? Well done. Shabash. Insult the Sasur within the first few days of marriage. 

But he just chuckled. "I've spent some time in those neighbourhoods. I was close to my Dadi Jaan, and I enjoyed visiting her. While spending some time during the summers, I made myself familiar with those areas, walking around, even playing cricket with other kids my age in those localities."

"Has Iman ever stayed in those areas?" 

He sighed, pausing a few seconds before replying. "No. Hani has when she was a baby, but not Iman."

"You sound like you regret that. The fact that Iman has never stayed in those areas?" Where am I getting this confidence from? 

"Well, I personally used to love to go and stay with Dadi Jaan. This is going to sound unbelievable to you, but I preferred my summers there than to any country abroad. I loved each and every moment I spent there, and a part of me wished that my daughters had experienced some of that as well, to relieve an important part of my own life, I guess."

"No offence, but I never thought that a Defence resident could think that way." I shrugged.

"When you visit my grandparents' home, you'll see where my father was raised. In turn, although my sister and I grew up in luxury, we were taught to appreciate life in all kinds of circumstances and scenarios. He made sure that we did not grow up with the mentality. It's wrong to hate on your own roots."

I thought about Iman. She had been raised in luxury, wearing designer outfits, and used to having her own way. I was worried that within a few days, she would lose her patience and would give me an ultimatum or something about finding her a better place to live or else. I finished making the tea.

"Let's see if you passed the test." Fawad Uncle picked up one of the cups and took a sip from it.

I stared at him, eyebrows raised in anticipation, as I waited for his reaction.

"Fine. You passed." He smiled. "But, Iman loves a good cup of coffee. Better practice that."

"She says you make excellent coffee. Does that mean Aunty loves coffee as well?" I blurted out. The next thing I wanted to do was stuff my own shoe into my mouth, to accompany the foot that was already there. Filter, you twat. Filter!

He looked a little surprised at my comment.

"I'm sorry, Sir...I didn't..." I couldn't look up from the ground.