Humdard. [Sequel]

Two.

"When you become a parent, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children."

Hassan x Anaaya.

"Abaan, eat your sandwich." Anaaya pointed at her five year old who had a sour face made, he pushed the plate away from the table.

Anaaya sighed. Her hair still wet as she had just gotten out of the shower.

Maggie made such delicious cheese sandwiches but apparently, Abaan was not in the mood.

"No, mama. I want paratha."

He said instead, Anaaya sighed.

"Maggie can't make paratha, baby. Come on," She said with a soft smile, pushing the plate towards Abaan again.

Her boy, yet again moved the plate away from him and instead looked at his father for help.

"Anaaya, tum bana do. Basic Khana to aa hi gaya hai tumhain." (Anaaya, you can make it. You know how to cook basic food now.)

Hassan said, looking up from his phone at his son.

Since it was Sunday, both the husband and wife had planned to get brunch together.

It was almost twelve already, she knew they would never make it.

"There's no point. He won't eat it, he's just stalling us." Anaaya responded to Hassan's earlier statement.

He turned towards his son.

"What's wrong? You don't like the sandwich?" Hassan asked Abaan, who shook his head.

"No baba. I want paratha."

He said again, insisting that he only wanted to eat a paratha.

"Fine, but promise me you'll eat it then." Abaan nodded, holding out his pinky finger in front of Hassan, to promise that he would.

Anaaya knew he wouldn't be able to finish it but she didn't argue.

"Okay?" Hassan looked at his wide who whined out loud.