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Ch 25: Buttons And Love Letters

Just a quick little rant:
PLEASE READ :)

This is for all those ungrateful people who do not exist in my vote or comment history but they still think they can send me sick messages, demanding me to update or else they will delete my book.

You know what? GO AHEAD!! You don't even need to tell me you are going to do it. It's really not going to make a difference to me. Not that it means one less vote anyway 😏

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't hate getting 'update soon' messages. But those messages coming from people who can't leave nice (or constructive) commentS (notice the 'S'? YEAH!) on the chapters I take so much time to write, irritates me.

I have a life too. If your time is too precious for sparing maybe 2-5 mins to leave me some comments, my time is too precious to respond to your sick messages. I don't care what you think about me because the only time I see your name is when you have to rant about updates. (It's happening way too much lately)

I can happily keep my work in drafts as I only care about writing. I don't get anything out of this, just a few happy minutes, reading all the responses. THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME. So, if you are reading it, at least show some appreciation?

Mind leaving me comments to motivate me to write instead of bitching around now?

To all the other people, I am sorry you had to read this because of all the ungrateful silent readers... I am sure if you are a writer, you can relate to this.

Happy Reading! <3

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*A F E W D A Y S L A T E R*

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

The usual early morning; finally being back in my house feels amazing. Constant bickering of Maha about her plaited hair, mama calling us for breakfast, servants silently doing the work allotted to them and what not. This house was huge with not many people, yet it feel so crowded in a good way. I missed all this.

"Good morning dad!" I greeted him lazily as I reached the end of the staircase. He looked up from behind the newspaper and frowned at me before looking at the wall clock. I sighed, realising his morning happened three hours ago. Who wakes up at 5am?

"Good morning," he greeted me anyway as he changed to the next page.

"Bhai! Drop me to school please?" Maha came rushing to me and hugged me by my waist.

"Maha chalo, late ho raha hai," Anu, one of our maids, sighed behind her.

"Aaj Nahi na, kal pakka," I said apologetically. Maha rolled her eyes at me, before walking away with Anu.

"Lazy as ever," she muttered lowly but I still heard her.

"Busy as ever!" I rolled my eyes, seeing Madiha working like always. She was busy setting up the dining table with mama and was so engrossed in their chat like it's an everyday thing for her. Well, it has been for the past couple of days.

"Good morning mama," I went behind her to give her a hug. Madiha looked up and smile at me while placing the glasses on the table.

"Aa Gaya? Chal Beth ja, Kuch kha le," mama turned to face me and patted my cheek.

"Main kadhai garam hone rakhti hoon," Madiha excused herself and walked back to the kitchen. Sighing, I took my seat and waited for dad and Shehry to come out. Adding more to my disappointment, they both took their seats well dressed for work.