Kaabil

20. I waited for you.

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Meerab

I nodded.

"When you were in the hospital, I accidentally said something in the heat of the moment. No too many things to my Father. I might have hurt him and avoided him since then."

Murtasim tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "If you wish, can you tell me what you said?"

I nodded again.

"I asked him. No, I hoped for him to get hurt and blamed him for letting you get shot!" I paused, scanning Murtasim's face for any signs of irritation, but found none. "I even held him accountable for failing to protect my mother, me, and you."

My voice turned into a whisper, "I hurt him real hard this time."

I narrated the whole incident to him.  Murtasim listened to my story. He nodded and pressed his forehead against mine again.

"Tell me, Meerab, do you wish to take your words back?"

Of course, I would. But I'm a scaredy cat and too prideful to admit it.

"If you do, then apologize before it's too late. And Meerab, Chacha Jaan, is maybe not a great Father, but he is the best Uncle I could've ever wished for. Even on the day of the incident, Chacha Jaan killed some men to protect me. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have been sitting here."

I gave him a slight nod. The thought of my Father killing people didn't quite settle with me. But I have not been living under a rock. I am aware of our generational feud with Maliks. The risk our people take daily to keep feeding their families. We are not saints nor heroes, but Khans protect what's theirs. Meanwhile, Maliks scarify their people.

It isn't sincere to think I am a Lawyer, yet I haven't spoken against the laws and regulations of my own family. I became a lawyer to help my father and Khans and help them become the best version of themselves.

"I don't know how to apologize to him," I confessed; Murtasim pulled me in more.

"Take your time." I snuggled more into him. He suddenly pulled back and raised his eyebrows. "What's with you and brownies?"

I chuckled.

"What took you so long to ask me? Khan Sab? I've been waiting to share this with you." We both smiled. "When I was like sixteen, I fell into depression again. And this time, it was worse than before. So, Mom started baking brownies with me to distract me from my anxiety. Eventually, it became our tiny ritual. Whenever we wanted to spend time together, we bake and watch our shows."

"Teach me." That was all he said and all I wanted to hear. First, the tea, and now brownies. We were getting somewhere in our relationship.

I nodded. A yawn slipped from my mouth. I blinked my eyes, hoping to stay awake.

Chuckling, Murtasim leaned in, pecking my pout. "Come on, let's go to sleep."

***

The following week, we all gathered in the backyard for lunch. Maryam said that we should change the location to create a healthy atmosphere.