No Choice || H.S.

Chapter 37

Harry's P.O.V

I grinned at Zaid as we greeted each other with a hug. "Thanks for coming to pick us up." I said and Zaid released me before giving Niall a small hug as well.

"It's no problem. Dadi (father's mother. In this case Omar's mum.) wanted to meet you again anyway and when you called saying you wanted to visit, well, even you couldn't have not come."

We chuckled and Zaid led us out to his SUV in the parking lot.

"Is it always this hot here?" Niall asked as we drove to Zaid's place. Niall was sitting in the back while I took the passenger seat.

The capital of India, New Delhi, was indeed very green. I still had yet to spot a road which didn't have trees all around it. "It rained heavily yesterday. That's why it's so humid today." Zaid replied and Niall nodded.

"How long till we reach your place?" I asked and he frowned.

"It's not my place. I'm taking you to Omar's parents place. Uncle Omar, aunty Sara and Tahira are living there right now. I'll be going back to my parents place after dropping you guys off." He said and I frowned.

"You still live with your parents?" I asked curiously because last I heard, he was twenty-three years old. Zaid chuckled.

"It's the Indian way of living. Children stay with parents until they're married and sometimes even after getting married."

"Wow! They live here!?" I asked as we drove in front of Omar's parents place, more like a villa. It was a simple looking one though, not too extravagant like most.

"Yeah, they do. Tahira is at her friends place last I heard. Don't look worried, it's the neighbour. You can go rest inside for a while and go visit Tahira later or you can wait till she comes home." Zaid said as he parked the car and we got out, pulling our suitcases out of the trunk.

He walked up to the door, rang the doorbell and an old yet very healthy looking woman opened the door. She was wearing the 'suit' and the hijab.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Dadi." Zaid said smiling. "Walaikum' assalam, Zaid beta." She smiled and then her gaze landed on Niall and I before widening.

"Is that you, Harry?"

I smiled at her. "Hello!"

She came up to me and suddenly I felt my cheeks being pressed together. "Oh, you've grown up so much since I last saw you." I chuckled awkwardly while Niall laughed, distracting Omar's mum which made her release my cheeks.

"This is Niall, one of my best mates and fellow bandmate." I said and she smiled at Niall.

"Nice to meet you, Niall. I'm Falaq, but you can call me Dadi. Both of you." She said and we smiled at her. "Come in. Please." She said as she went inside but Zaid announced he was leaving since his parents were calling him back home and Falaq reluctantly let him go.

The house from the inside looked bigger than outside but yet, the rooms were simply designed. The walls were painted in cream colour while there was a glass door, showing a large garden behind the house. The living room, from what I assume had four three seated couches and two single ones.

Omar, Sara and an elder man, who I assume was Omar's father, sat drinking tea but Omar and Sara looked shocked when they saw Niall and I walking behind Falaq.

"Surprise!" I said grinning and they quickly recovered the self before smiling at us.

"Harry, Niall, what are you boys doing here?" Sara asked and we grinned at her.

"We had a two week break. I thought I'd come visit you guys and Niall tagged along with me."

"Are you sure you want to go now, Harry? You can wait until she comes home." Sara said as I was about to leave for the neighbours place to surprise Tahira.

"Yeah, don't worry about me. I'm used to travelling a lot." I said and she reluctantly nodded.

"It's the house on the left. Just tell them I sent you at the gate. They'll let you in." I nodded and smiled before leaving.

"Kaun hai?" (Who is it?) A voice asked as I knocked on the gate and a security guard stepped out and his eyes widened when he saw me giving him a confused look.

"Who are you?" He asked again and I sighed in relief. "Sara sent me here. I'm here to meet Tahira." I said pointing towards the house and he nodded before letting me in.

He walked me to the front door and knocked on it. An annoyed looking woman opened the door but her expression shifted into confusion when she saw me.

"Yeh ladka Tahira madam se milne aaya hai. Sara madam ne bheja hai isse." (This boy is here to meet Tahira madam. Sara madam has sent him) She looked at me for a few seconds before nodding.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you like this but I want-"

I got cut off by a familiar voice shouting. "Let go of me!" Panic immediately seized me and I muttered a quick 'Excuse me.' to the woman before running inside.

The hallway thankfully led directly to the living room where there was a woman who looked like she was in her mid-twenties, a older man were staring at the... family, I think, in horror while a lad was holding Tahira's wrist in a tight grip as she struggled to get out of it. I felt myself getting angrier than I ever had been before.

"Let go of her. Now!" I said in the coldest tone I could and all eyes snapped towards me.

Tahira's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief and wonder as she saw me standing there. I glared at the lad and he slowly let go of her wrist. She took the opportunity and in a very unlike-Tahira manner, ran towards me while I spread an arm out for her and she clung to my side, her fists balling up my shirt.

That moment I knew for some reason, she was terrified by the lad. It did nothing to calm my anger and I wrapped my arm around her slightly shaking shoulder and she pressed herself into me even more.

"What do you think you were doing?" I asked in the same cold tone and he narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't see how it's a matter of concern for you." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Oh, it's a matter of concern for me alright. Do you not know better than to touch women?" I asked and his eyes widened in surprise. "I could say the same for you." He said and I glared at him.

Tahira's shoulder shook more and I rubbed my hand on her upper arm where it was resting, my eyes not leaving his.

"I don't see how manhandling my fiancée gives you the right to criticise my actions towards her."

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