"Mummy, what should I wear?"
"Wear whatever you like, everything looks good on my daughter." Said Sara while chopping onions, she was preparing for dinner and Fayra was sitting on the kitchen platform while having pears and apples. Poking fork in one piece she lifted it towards her mouth when a man with muscular build and fluffy hair walked into the kitchen while folding the sleeves of his black shirt.
"Danish Bhai..." Fayra lifted the fork towards him and he noticed her in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" He asked but opened his mouth to have the piece of apple.
"Danish Bhai mujhe shopping par le chaliye please, mere paas..." Before Fayra could complete her sentence Danish rolled his eyes and, "Tumhare paas koi kapde hi nhi honge na pehenne ke liye. Kuch bhi pehen lo yaar kya farkh padta hai?" Danish replied while waiting for another piece of apple but Fayra huffed and looked away.
(Danish Bhai take me the market for shopping, please. I don't..)
(You don't have any clothes to wear. Right?Wear anything, dude, what difference does it make?)
"Pehli baar Bisma Aapi ki sasural jaa rhi hu aur main kuch bhi pehen lu?" Fayra gave a disappointed look to Danish. Only a month ago Bisma got married to no-one else but her mother's best friend son. Arham and Muskan's son- Ashar. It was an arranged marriage, Once Arham and Muskan came to meet Anzala and Maizah where they saw Bisma after many years. She grew up in a pretty little lady. Arham and Muskan were amazed, they were already doing a bride hunt for their son and here they found a nice match without any intention. Families already knew each other, everything was good so there was no reason to delay the wedding, moreover it was the last wish of Muskan's father to see his grandchildren getting married, Fortunate his wish was fulfilled just a few days prior to his death.
(I am going to Bisma Aapi's in-laws house for the first time, how can I wear anything?)
"Danish, Beta mene plumber se baat karne ko kaha tha tumse..." Sara's voice attracted Danish's attention, she was struggling to turn off the running water but couldn't.
(Danish, beta I told you to call the plumber...)
"Mami wo aaya nhi? Maine call kr di thi use, aap preshan na ho main ye theek kra dunga." Danish assured her and used his muscular hands to turn the tap off. Drawing out a medicine strip from his pocket he passed to Sara and literally joined his hands in front of her.
(He didn't come? I called him already, don't worry, I'll get this sorted out, Mami.)
"Don't forget to take it on time." Sara smiled on his demand and patted his cheek as if he was still a small boy.
"Okay. Thank you."
"Mami what are you cooking?" He smiled while seeing the okra present on the kitchen platform.
"Your favourite dish."
"Bhindi." Danish was over the moon. There was a time when 'Bhindi' was no less than a torture but now it was a treat for all. All thanks to Sara and her great cooking skills.
"Give some little extra for me." He demanded like a small boy and Sara gave him a disappointed look.
"Do you even need to ask for? Tell Maizah to don't cook, I'm cooking for everyone."
"You're the best Mami in the world." Danish walked towards the door of the kitchen while passing a compliment but stopped again.
"Fayra."
"Ji Danish Bhai?" She asked while having another piece of fruit and then lifted one for Danish who took that without wasting time.
"Zunera ki Maths dekh lena yaar, kal uska class test hai, main bohot thak gya hu warna main padha deta use." Danish requested and Fayra lifted another piece of apple for him but he shook his head and pointed out towards the pear. Fayra consumed the apple and gave the desired fruit to Danish.
