Irreversible

⚜♚12. Action, Drama, Romance ♚⚜

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Rohaan

"Oh my God, your mother!" Yamna whispered, panicked.

I smiled. "Relax." Getting up, I grabbed my shirt from where I'd thrown it on a chair, and walked to the door, running a hand through my hair. 

Mama raised her eyebrow at me. "Do you intend to sleep all day?" 

"Boss Woman, when you sent your precious bahu to wake me up, why did you need to come up here?" I asked, smiling down at my mother.

Yamna came up behind me, looking sheepishly at my mother. "It was lunchtime, so I thought..." She dropped her gaze, swallowing hard.

I carefully studied my mother's expressions, but I could see a hint of amusement in her eyes, even as she managed to brilliantly maintain her neutral expressions. 

Mama turned to look at me. "You are old enough that your mother or your wife shouldn't have to come and wake you, Rohaan." She shook her head at me, before smiling at Yamna. "Unlike the stereotypical desi belief, honey, I don't expect my daughters-in-law to improve my sons. I trust that my upbringing should be sufficient." She looked pointedly at me.

I grinned.

"Hurry up. The food has been served. It's rude to keep everyone waiting." Boss Woman turned and walked away.

"How are you so...?" Yamna asked.

"Besharam? I don't know. Everyone calls me that." I shrugged.

"I meant confident and unfazed." 

"We didn't do anything wrong. Why should I be fazed?" I asked, glancing down at her. I leaned down to kiss her. "You might want to take my jacket off before you go. I'll see you downstairs."

"Are you kicking me out?" She laced her fingers through mine.

"It's your own room. I don't have the right to kick you out. But everyone's waiting, so at least one of us should get there." 

She took the jacket off and handed it to me. "I'll see you downstairs." She straightened her blouse and headed out.

I just chuckled. Yamna would not be able to directly look at Mama all day now, I just knew it.

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Amira

**DON'T FORGET AMIRA IS A SECOND LEAD IN THIS BOOK, SO HER STORY WILL RUN SIDE BY SIDE AS WELL**

"Here I am, just wondering how I am going to live out this whole life on my own." I spoke into my camera. I usually made video diaries, because it somehow helped for me to talk it out on camera.

There was a knock on the front door of the apartment and I turned off the camera, using the back of my hand to wipe away my tears.

Wearing my black and red flannel button-down shirt and jeans, I rushed to the door and peeked through the peephole. My eyebrows furrowed together as I saw that it was the mother of Zaryab Sufiyan, my firefighter building neighbour. Unlocking the door, I opened it. "Assalam Alaikum."

"Walaikum Assalam." She was holding a plate, covered by another plate, and I could smell something delicious. "I made biryani. I thought you would like some. Zaryab said you live alone."

I gave her a smile. "That's so kind of you, thank you." I stepped aside to let her in. "Please, come in."

"No, thank you, beta. We were just about to have dinner too." She gave me a maternal smile. "We are home alone all day. Zaryab works long hours, and is often at the fire station. When you're home, you're always welcome to stop by. It would be nice to have company."