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Epilogue, Pt- 2

Some have problem with the way I write kids dialogues, so lemme clear this up, Ik how kids speaks, they do not speak clear, they are totlu ik, but one thing that I know that they speak in full sentences, at least the kids in my family do so. When my cousin was 2 years old, he spoke in full sentences, although we could never understand what he is saying, but he kept speaking until we get him.

Lemme give you a demo how he spoke

Daddy, dal lal laha hai...😅😅

Yep, that's how he spoke, which is translated to daddy, darr lag raha hai...

And Ik almost every writer write kids Dialogue like this, but I don't like it, Seriously... kafi irritating hai that pehle main baby language likhu, then normally likhu, then usko translate. 😶 It will be too hectic for me. So when I write that 'Eifa speak in her baby voice.' Just assumed that she is speaking baby language, her sentences may not be clear... okay? Yeah, now read.

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Under the warm afternoon sun, the Khan haveli's patio was a tranquil oasis, a respite from the bustling city beyond its walls. Hanan sat in a wrought-iron chair, while Ayat was reclined in cushioned chair. A bowl of freshly sliced fruits rested on a small table beside her.

"Berry, kya kar rahe ho." On Hanan's voice, Ayat looked up to see what Berry is doing.

(Berry, what are you doing?)

Berry was playfully chasing after a squirrel, her eyes following their darting movements among the trees.

The sight of the squirrel triggered a memory from her childhood, a memory of her beloved pet, Gillu. He had been a small, injured squirrel she had found in this very lawn. Rubab was never been fond of animals, so Ayat had taken the injured creature to Shahzain and Khushnuma.

She remembered vividly the moment she had brought Gillu into the house. Shahzain had taken one look at the injured squirrel and without hesitation began tending to its wounds with gentle care.

"Ayat, pareshaan na ho, woh theek ho jayega." Khushnuma's hands were on Ayat's shoulders, and she console her. But Ayat's eyes were stuck on Gillu.

(Ayat, don't worry, he'll be okay.)

It was that moment that had solidified Ayat's determination to become an animal doctor, to heal and care for creatures like Gillu.

As the memory washed over her, Ayat turned to Hanan, a soft smile on her face. "Gillu bhi hume yahi mile the." She said, her voice filled with warmth and nostalgia.

(I had found Gillu here.)

"Hum hamesha sochte the pata nahi kaha honge woh, apne unhe park mein chorhke sahi nahi kiya tha." As Ayat's warm smile turned into a furrowed brow, her eyes clouded with anger.

(I always wondered how he is doing. You did very wrong by dropping him in the park.)

She remembers that fateful day from her school years. She had eagerly returned to Shahzain's house after school, expecting to see Gillu, only to be met with Hanan's solemn expression, who told her that he had taken Gillu to nearby park, where he belongs to. Ayat have gone to that park to meet Gillu, and there were too many squirrels, but she didn't Gillu there.

On hand, Ayat's heart sank as the painful reminder, but Hanan, however, didn't respond with the expected remorse. Instead, he burst into laughter, a hearty and somewhat mischievous laugh that caught Ayat completely off guard.

"Tum wakai mein itni bewaqoof ho kya." He asked her, controlling his laugh.

(Are you really that stupid?)