MUHAFIZ

-EPILOGUE

Author pov

SEWAN
11:00 am

   "Bhai-jaan! Api! Ap dono ne muma ka haircut dekha?!"

    18 year old girl Ziva gasped loudly while making her way into main garden of house hurriedly, dressed in baby pink pyjamas those have white strips and her long raven hair tied up in messy ponytail. Judging by her condition and voice looks like she has just woken up from her sleep. That wasn't surprising for them anymore. When they all sits down for lunch she be like nashta den. As much as it's annoying for everyone. She's still most pampered and loved child in whole family

"Haircut?"

     Came from zaafir who was out of breath as he just came from his daily morning run. He was dressed in Puma tracksuit, hair sweaty in which he run hand before snatching Ziya juice on which she let out yelp. Zaafir and Ziya both were on vacations from their university in London. Both were studying law and were in final year while Ziva has just cleared her 12th exams a month ago and now was enjoying her winter vacations in village with them and her parents

     They rarely gets times to visit Sewan together, their parents do visit every month together because apparently their father gets separation anxiety when he stays away from his wife. Ziva can't leave her school in middle so she desperately waits for these vacation days so she could enjoy with her family and cousins also to see her grey eyed and jet black messy haired crush, who's always best friend of her elder sister Ziya and also way older than her. Who cares about age right? It's just crush it's not like she's marrying him

    Back to current situation. Three of them were out of words because haircut was extremely forbidden for their mother. She does threatens her husband every time with this line mein haircut karwa lungi agar apne meri baat na mani Mir-sahab and not so surprisingly Mir shah would agree to her demands just for sake of those pretty hair. They surely had pretty huge fight or something-

"Shoulder length." Ziva says with grin looks it's more than huge fight. Ziya chuckled covering her mouth with wide eyes not exactly believing this

"Haircut hi toh hai." Zaafir commented even though he knows it's not just haircut

"Bro that's baba's jaan not just hair." 26 year old  said rolling her eyes. True "Baba must be really pissed haina?" She asked her sister. She just came home this morning, last night she went to have sleepover at her aunty maham's house because, she really missed her favourite cousin Alizey, who's also youngest one among them

"Haven't seen him." Ziva shrugged cuddling up with her elder brother who offered her orange juice glass he snatched from Ziya. You can clearly tell who's his favourite sister

    Zaafir signal them to look at door of garden and keep mouth zipped because their father made entry into garden, dressed in cream colour Ralph Lauren sweater that makes his chest and shoulder appear broader like huge man he is and royal blue colour pant trousers. His greyish hair wet from shower and slick back. Typical rich British man. He maybe have Pakistani roots and passport but he was certified British by his habits and accent only. His expressions never gave away anything and today was also same. He has poker face from which you can't tell if he's angry or not

   He takes seat in one of sofa and grab newspaper from table. Ignoring all of them and their greetings. He's in no mood for that

   Three of them looked at each other and both elders signal Ziva to talk to him because, only she can do this without getting scold by him. He has never even once snapped at Ziva, no matter how angry and frustrated he is. He would reply her with smile and other two would anyways complain that this is unfair but this sometimes does come to their favour. In situations like now