𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐤𝐡𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪

14. Letter from the Khan family, Zoya's father

Zoya Pov

It's been two days after the library incident, now I am completely in very shock and to be honest.... I kinda miss him... like his smell, sweet words, warm gestures, smile like everything... I tried hard to forget these feelings but it feels like impossible. Now I was sitting in my room, drowned in the thoughts of him in my own world. But then a thought strikes my head, ammi told me to check the mailbox today, but I completely forgot. So I quickly went down the bed to go the mailbox.

I opened it with the key I had.
(I think the mail box is opened with key tho 💀not sure KGEKSHE) Then I saw a letter inside. I carefully take it out, and went inside my house, inside my room. I sat on the bed. And saw the name written on it.

"——From the Khan family
         - To the Mastani family"

Oh so it's a letter from my jiju's and Sarfaraz's house, alright let's see what they wrote. I opened the letter and started reading.

"Dear Mastani family,

It's was great staying at your place, We didn't face a single difficulty. Only comfort and peace we found in your home. The food, the house, each small detail everything was so precious. We loved it there. Everyone of y'all have treated us with so much care. And we also want to do that to y'all.
       We invite you to our home, which is a walking distance for about 3-4 minutes from your Mrs. Tiwari's house. We will love to take care of y'all and give y'all the same comfort you gave us. Hope you will come soon.
                                        - The Khan family."

This was the letter. I smiled softly at the words, I can understand with how much feelings they have wrote this and the only thing which I felt while reading this was care and love. I loved their family a lot and I decided to tell my ammi about it. This way or that way, any way I had to tell ammi about this :)

I went towards her room, knocked on the room but their was no answer, I slowly opened the door and I saw her sleeping and I thought not to disturb her as she works hard throughout the whole day. Then I saw a picture frame in her embrace and I knew what was it. I walked towards her, taking slow and steady steps without making noise and slowly took the picture frame. A smile made it's way to my lips, my eyes slowly blurred with tears. And there was it.

Our family photo with my passed away abbu.

(Abbu means father)
I was only five years old, when he passed away. One day, he suddenly got a heart attack and when took him to the hospital they told that it was too late. I was in shock, traumatized, terrified. I loved my father more than anything. He was the best gentleman ever to exist. It was too much for a sensitive 5 year old like me. Zara didi who was 12 years old used to tell me that, One day he will come out of his grave.

My grandmother lived near the place where my father's body was buried and I used to call her everyday and used to ask her.

Did abbu came out from his grave?

Everyday, the same question.

No. He will come soon.

Everyday, the same answer.

One day, I broke down in tears, when I was seven years old. Two years and he still didn't came back. My mother was depressed, Zara didi always tried to console us. They two comforted me, and told the truth. I got extremely sad, but that's what they say to a kid. But slowly slowly, we recovered. We started living with his memories, we decided to never abandon this house because this was the house of memories.

Didi's first step was taken in this house. Her first was word was taken in this house, same goes with me. This house is filled with our small and sweet moments. Those past giggles, laughs, crys, sadness, happiness, arguments yet all again back to happiness again was present in those house. And we were emotionally attached to this place.

I pushed my tears away and kept the picture frame on the side table. I looked towards my ammi and saw her tear-stained face. I smiled a little, she still loves abbu, like crazy. I pulled the blanket over her and pressed a kiss on her forehead, I kept the letter on the side table and slowly walked out of the room while switching off the lamp and opened a small dim yellow light.

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I know this chapter was maybe a little bit sad but it was made to make y'all know more about Zoya's past. And the next chapters gonna be very sweet! 💗 so stay tuned! 💌

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