Ishq-e-Nazar

CH3

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HER POV

"Okay, Miss Khan, I'm leaving. Let's finish this today, here," I said, standing up to leave.

But she stopped me, saying, "Wait, finish here, ghass fuss. First. You can't just waste them." (Wait, finish eating here, first. You can't just waste them.)

I was taken aback, "No, I'm full," I replied.

But she wouldn't let up. She grabbed the bowl and fork, came forward, and scooped the fork into my mouth.

"What the..." I swore, shocked by her bold move.

She made me sit back down on the sofa, saying, "Chup chap kha, warna tujhe bhais bakri bana ke teri qurbani kr deni h meine" (Eat quietly, or I'll make you a sacrificial goat).

Zayn was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"Zayn, wait a few minutes," she said.

"Sure, bhab... Miss Khan," Zayn replied, still chuckling.

"Feed me then," I acted shamelessly again.

She obliged, but the bites she was feeding me were like I was a real animal.

As I finished the bowl, she commanded, "Now, get lost."

After he left sana came. I was lost in thought, still reeling from the news Sana had just dropped on me. 

"Your family is coming," she had said, her words echoing in my mind like a death sentence.

I was surprised, but not in a good way. I wasn't excited to see my family, I was terrified. I knew what it meant when they came to visit. It meant I would have to make sacrifices, to put their needs before my own. It meant I would have to go back to the life I had tried so hard to escape.

They had always made me go to their place, but this time was different. This time, they were coming to me. I felt a sense of unease wash over me as I thought about it. What did they want from me now?

I zoned out, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Sana's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Izel...Izel..." she called out, her voice soft and gentle.

I nodded, still feeling dazed. 

"When they're coming?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sana's response was like a punch to the gut. 

"Tomorrow evening," she said, her words confirming my worst fears.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. 

"Any reason for their visit?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

Sana shook her head, her expression sympathetic. 

"Don't know," she said, her voice soft.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I thought about everything I had told Sana about my past. I had shared my deepest secrets with her, and now I felt vulnerable and exposed.

Sana's words of comfort were like a balm to my soul. 

"Don't worry, I am here for you. And I'll always support you. Don't worry about tomorrow, let's focus on today. Don't spoil your food now, okay?" she said, her voice soothing.

As she pulled me into a hug, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I knew I wasn't alone, that Sana was there to support me. I let out a sob, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.