Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 1

Minha Ali
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"Ammu, I love you" Amaan a four year old boy says pecking her lips.

"Love you too Maani" I said pecking his cheeks. I love the boy, most of the time, I spend with him playing hide and seek and taking him for a walk or baking a cookie cake for him which is his favourite.

"Ammu, aap ko pata hai aaj mam ne mujhe chocolate diya tha" he says taking the chocolate out of his pocket and showing me with a beautiful smile adorning his face.

" Did you thank her after taking the chocolate?" I asked looking at him who was busy eating the chocolate.

"Hmm" he hums while enjoying the chocolate. And here I'm busy with my project that I have to present tomorrow.

She will cut marks if I do not submit my project tomorrow, and she will threaten to call ammi, which I cannot afford.

And my mother's typical brown mother punishments, bartan dho, jhaadoo, pochha maro and that to for a whole week.

As a lazy person I love to watch TV, use mobile, and sleep, last but not least, I love food and I'm a big foodie.

I forgot to tell you that I'am Minha Ali, a 19 year old university student, I live with my mother, grandparents and my lovely aunt who is best friend.

"Ammu, I feel sleepy" maani said rubbing his eyes.

"Ok baby, come", I said causing him to sit on my lap.

I get up taking him in my arms causing him wrap his arms around my neck, I stroke his hair to make him sleep.

I went downstairs and saw ammi in the kitchen chopping vegetables. I went close to the kitchen space to get her attention however she was busy washing the veggies.

"Ammi, I will go and drop him", I said looking at maani who was sleeping peacefully.

"Ok" she said nodding her head towards me.

I leave the house with amaan in my arms, I see two vehicles left infront of their home, I think they have visitors, is it alright drop him now? I thought standing out his home pondering ringing the doorbell or not?.

I decided to ring the door bell and stood their waiting for them to open the door. I see a unknown man opening the door and he gave me a questioning look.

"Is Rabia bhabhi at home?" I asked the man.

"Yeah, bhabhi aap ko koi bula raha hai" he shouted.

"I think it's ammu, tell her to come inside", rabia bhabhi's voice came from behind.

The stranger gave me space to go inside, I went inside the house and went straight towards the lounge room to see Rabia bhabhi, Uzair bhai and some new faces.

"Maani, sogaya?" asked bhabhi coming towards me.

"Ji bhabhi", I said looking at maani's face.

"Aao baitho ammu", bhabhi said placing a hand on my shoulder.

Baba, use call me ammu lovingly, but now he no longer lives with us. He lives with his new family.

"Beta, what is your name?" A woman around my mother's age asks me.

"Minha aunty my name is Minha", I said causing the other three men's attention to turn towards me from their mobiles making me nervous.

Maani is still sleeping in my lap, he turns in my lap groaning to adjust properly.

I see bhabhi serving the guests refreshments, and here I'm sitting with amaan in my lap, damn I feel awkward, I should leave, Ya Allah please help me.

"Meenu, can you please come here once", bhabhi's voice came from the kitchen causing me to sigh in relief.

Thank God, it feels very strange to hang out with new people. I leave maani with Uzair bhai his father and go towards the kitchen.

"Minha, ek baat kahu?" Bhabhi says looking at me.

"Ji bhabhi", I say fixing dupatta on my head.

"Woh jo khatoon hai na woh uzair ki khala hai and she was saying that she was looking for a girl for her son" bhabhi's says tucking my hair behind my ear.

"So, how can I help you with this?" I give her a questioning look.

"I was thinking of talking to your mother about this", she replied making me frown.

Is she talking about my marriage? I don't want to get married right now. The life I'm living right now is good, I don't want to depend on others, I want to be an independent woman just like my aunt and live my life to the fullest, marriage is not my cup of tea.

"Sorry bhabhi, I don't want to get married right now and don't talk to mom about this please", I beg her.

"Ok" she says giving me a apologetic smile cause she knows I'm afraid of this word "marriage" what if I end up like my mother after getting married. I'm not strong enough like my mother.

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