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Ch 24: Mending Relationships

If something in this chap doesn't make sense, well that's because I have been out the whole day and editing it with one eye open 😅😴

Short hai but next Wala hopefully jaldi aayega.

~~~Madiha's POV~~~

My hands shivered as I closed the cab's door and turned to look at the cream and brown brick house in front of me. A warm touch laced around my wrist, comforting me, and I looked up at my Husband. His fingers tightly locked around mine as he gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

"It's okay," he whispered, his soothing voice somewhat calming me. I don't know what magic he holds, but there is something special about everything he does or says.

Forcing a smile on my lips, I looked up at him, but his eyes gave it away that he refused to believe me. I sighed and looked down again.

"They are your parents Madiha, Kuch nahi kahenge," he spoke and I slightly nodded.

"Teen saal baad," I sighed and sucked in a deep breath, "I am nervous."

"Remember when you lectured me about our parents investing so much time on us?" He asked me, and I nodded, "toh tum main bees saal invest karne ke baad, ab Woh mooh Nahi modenge."

"But Baba is upset. Nahi maane toh?" I looked up at him, hoping for him to somehow comfort me again.

"Aur maan Gaye toh?" He danced his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes, looking away.

Nahi maane toh ab kaunsa mere saath Hein? Something pinched my heart at the thought of it and I sucked in a deep breath, resting my hand on the White, fenced gate. Feeling a gentle squeeze on my hand, I took a step forward. I could sense Hussain smiling at me, and that brought a smile on my lips too.

My hands fell numb as Hussain rang the bell for me, million things ran through my mind and my throat became dry.

"Oh ho, Aayi! Zara sabr Nahi hai in angrezo Ko!" Moments later, the door opened, revealing a familiar figure.

"Kiski maut aayi—" She groaned, but Her eyes widened upon seeing me. Her face flushed within a second as she looked back inside the house.

"Mama!" She yelled out, her voice hoarse, and I gulped the lump in my throat, "mama Dekho na kaun aaya hai!"

"Ishu," I managed to utter while taking deep breaths. She blinked at me for a moment before leaping forward to hug me. I felt Hussain's hand slipping out of mine as he stepped away, giving us a moment. I hugged my baby sister back as tightly as I could. I didn't want to let go off her.

"Api!" She cried over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and inhaled a sharp breath; I was dying to hear her voice.

"Aapko Bohot miss kiya Maine," she sobbed, "Meri shadi Pe bhi baba ne bulane nahi diya."

"Koi baat Nahi, ab toh main aa gayi hoon na!" I forced a smile at her.

Baba Ne bulane Nahi diya. My heart clenched at her words as they replayed in my head.

"Aur Woh kaun Hein?" She asked, lowly, looking behind me. I smiled at Hussain as I held my hand out for him.

"He is my husband," I told her and She gasped. "So it's true! Apne Bina mama baba Ko bataye shadi kar Li!"

"Nahi," I shook my head, "my Amma and abba were there with me."

"Woh aap ke mama baba Nahi Hein," she spoke, narrowing her eyes at the floor in disgust, referring to Kasim's parents.