"Aleena. Kwya aap muwjhse shaadi karogi?" Zayan asked Aleena, Zara's daughter making everyone gape at him.
(Aleena. Would ywou marry mwe?)
"Zayan. What's this behavior. Aise nahi bolte." Inaya scolded Zayan.
(Zayan. What's this behavior. You shouldn't talk like this.)
"P-par mujhe Aleena pasawnd hai mama."
(B-but mama I lwike Aleena.)
"Nahi fir bhi aise nahi bolte. Agar koi Amara ko aise bolega toh apko kaise lagega?" Inaya started scolding Inaya with a baby girl in her arms. Amara was her name.
(No still you can't talk like that. What if someone tells Amara that, how would you feel?)
"Nahi, mujhe toh accha nahwi lagta. Mai use marwunga." Zayan said.
(No, I wouldn't lwike it. I'll bweat him.)
"Sabash beta. Bohot acche. Aur jo bhi pasand ho na use apna bana kar hi rehna. Aur choice bhi badi acchi hai tumari" Hadi said and made Zayan sit on his lap.
(Good son. Very good. And of you like someone make her yours no matter what. And your choice is good too.)
"Hadi. Yeh kya sikha Rahe hain aap use." Inaya glared at Hadi.
(Hadi. What are you teaching him.)
"Mama aap papa ko na Daato. Sahi kawha unhone."
(Mom don't scold dad. He's rwight.)
"Very good." Hadi said and gave him a high five.
Everyone shook their heads at the father-son duo. Zayan was a splitting image of Hadi. Not only by looks but also by behavior. He was very possessive of his sister.
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Romance𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝✔️ Welcome to the journey of Hadi and Inaya. This is a story with lots of love, fun and possessiveness. This is my original work and all the pictures used in this are not mine, credit goes to it's owners. Peep into the story for more inf...
