Eternal Bonds

9

Emaan squealed as Yasir threw her in the air and then caught her. "Get out, both of you. You are going to wake Arslan up," I whisper-yelled while patting Arslan's back, who was lying beside me.

"We won't make noise," Yasir said as he sat up with Emaan on his lap. They both looked at me innocently. I looked at Arslan, who was sleeping with his eyes half-closed. I carried him in my arms, placing him in the crib.

"Ayayayyaya," Emaan clapped her hands while jumping, making Yasir laugh as he held her, making sure she didn't fall. "Let's play in the lobby, princess. People are jealous of our bonding in here," he said while looking at me, and I widened my eyes.

"Excuse me?!" I placed my hands on my waist, and he laughed, carrying Emaan in his arms. "You are excused," he replied before running out.

I chuckled, pushing my hair back as I walked behind them. I walked into the kitchen while Yasir played with Emaan, their giggles filling up the mansion and making me smile.

I tied my hair in a low bun, leaving the first few strands open. I washed the dirty dishes since the helpers had gone to the servant's quarters.

Yasir walked into the kitchen with Emaan in his arms. "What are you doing?" he asked as he carefully held Emaan.

"There were a few things to be done," I said as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I dried off my hands, and he hummed. "Leave it. The helpers will do it tomorrow," he said, and I chuckled.

"Helpers will not do everything, Mr. Min. Sometimes we also need to use our hands," I replied, and he smiled.

"Well, you don't need to use your own capable hands in here. You can use them on me," he smirked, making me speechless. Where does he get these lines from? "Shut up. You are getting shameless day by day," I pinched his arm, and he chuckled.

We walked out of the kitchen as I folded the sleeves of my shirt, which wasn't actually mine. I was wearing Yasir's shirt. I sat on the sofa while Emaan sat on the floor playing with her toys.

Yasir sat beside me, pulling me closer to him as I placed my head on his shoulder. "Yasir," I called him, and he hummed while looking at Emaan. He rested his head against mine, and I closed my eyes. "Where is Hoseok? Why isn't he doing anything, Yasir?" I asked him, and he sighed.

"I haven't talked to him in the past few days, to be honest," he said, and I looked at Emaan. "Amal's grandparents are searching for a boy for her. I am worried that they will also have to suffer like us," I murmured, and he smiled.

"But those sufferings were worth it," he replied, making me break into a smile.

"It won't be for them. No matter what, I don't want Amal to go through all that stuff," I said, and he caressed my hair. "It has been almost more than a year, Yasir, but I am not able to forget what happened to Zayn," I said, and he tensed up.

"I feel guilty for not understanding him," I said, and he sighed.

"For God's sake, be selfish for once. You can't care about everyone around you, Yazia. Sometimes you need to think for yourself. Sometimes you need to be selfish," he said, and I sat straight, looking at him.

"That wasn't the situation to be selfish in. My one mistake could've ruined three lives," I said, and he shook his head.

"Oh, please, Yazia! Your father did it. He ruined everyone's life just for some stupid reason," he said, making me scoff.

"You can't talk about my father like that, Yasir. He was just trying to protect me—"

"Protect you from who? From me? He should've protected you from himself," he raised his voice slightly, making me stand up. "That's enough. Why do you get so angry when I mention Zayn? He is no harm to you. He is gone," I said, and he stood up.