𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

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"Don't worry." He mouthed back to her.

Alia felt like slapping him. Did he have any idea what her mother would think of her?

Arman casually opened the door opposite to the one that they had entered from. He pointed her to go there and she did. He closed the door behind her. Her mother knocked against and she opened the door to the washroom inside.

The handicapped washroom was placed outside the ladies washroom with a door connected to the inside. As she opened the door she saw mum standing there. "What happened?" Pujita questioned. Her daughter took a lot of time and now she was worried about her.

"Nothing. I think that vegetable dish didn't sit well." She lied through her teeth as if it was nothing but the truth. Arman who had been listening in as well was impressed. She really did lie well.

"Oh? Of course, it was that and the sweets were nutritious to your body right?" Pujita sarcastically commented in return as she followed her in and watched her child wash her hands.

"They were." She smiled back with mockery.

"Are you constipated again?" Her mother asked, concerned about her child.

"No!" She harshly whispered, knowing who was listening in. "Let's go now, washrooms are no place to talk!" Alia took her mother by the hand and walked along with her to the exit as she had entered in while Alia was washing her hands.

"Why? Is the smell unbearable to you too? See that's what I tell you, kids, after I go in and you did—" Arman tried to laugh silently but snickered in the washroom where he was hiding.

Alia hurriedly cut her off, knowing well that Arman was listening in too. "Mumma, Hush!"

Pujita immediately quietened down on hearing the snicker. She knew the sound belonged to a man. "Who's there?" She asked as she walked to the washroom door.

Alia lightly pulled her back. "Mumma someone's in there!" She warned.

"Someone is a man in ladies washroom!" She hissed.

"It could be a native woman with a heavy Voice! Don't offend people in their country they can have us thrown out!" She warned her. There was a time to act brave and the other to stay silent and think for yourself. Here was the time to save herself. "Come on, we're are acting like creeps!"

Pujita let herself be dragged by her daughter.

Arman was still in the washroom thinking about what she said. No one has the power to throw you out, my love. He thought. I would kill anyone for thinking so.

Opening the door, he got out and ignored the looks given to him. He made his way to where his mother was. She loved picking organic fruits for them and had them sent home. He joined her smiling by holding her basket for her.

"Mom?" She hummed. "You had an arranged marriage with dad, right?"

"In a way, I did. Why are asking about it all of a sudden?" She questioned. He was rarely interested in things like this.

"Just curious. When did you start living him?"

"Loving him?" She felt her throat tightening. "Darling, why are you concerning yourself with this?" She smiled and asked. Laksha wanted to avoid this conversation with him for all long as she could.

"Just curious, mom. Tell me when?"

"It was after you were born. It's not easy loving someone who's not ready to compromise at all and sometimes you don't fall in love with them at all." She twisted her words and pointed out where she knew it would hurt the most.

"At all?" He questioned and by his tone she knew that she had made a stab.

*******

"It's so nice!" Shaan said as he laid down in the sand.

"It is. See I told you that you would like it more this way!" His mother immediately gloated.

Alia smiled. Her mother didn't leave a chance of self-boasting.

"Yes, yes, so true." He muttered, giving into her making his mother smile.

They were laying on the chairs leisurely with drinks in their hands. Alia had her sunglasses on and stared at hot men taking off their shirts. Damm, the beaches in foreign are something...

"Hey," Shaan called her. "Click my pictures, please!"

Alia immediately pulled a face at that. She wanted to rest, ogle and rest again and clicking pictures was the total opposite of that.

"Nope." She answered.

"Please!"

"Not happening!"

"Please please!"

"Nada." She tsked.

"Pl—"

"One word more and I swear to god!" Pujita hissed at them. Alia and Shaan immediately got up and ran away from her.

Alia clicked at he posed for the camera. She wondered how he had managed to change clothes for it too. Finally telling him to stop after a few minutes, she left him to take a break and start over.

She sat back on her lounge chair and slurped the drink that she had ordered again. She checked her phone and looked through the messages she had gotten.

"Hello," Alia heard a feminine voice. She looked over and saw a lady around her mother's age. Out of respect, she got up and stood in front of her.

"Hi," she greeted back and immediately recognised her. It was the lady from yesterday.

"Thank you so much, child. You helped me get back and requested medical aid, it meant a lot to my family." She smiled in gratitude.

"Oh, it's okay. I am happy that I was of any help to you."

"Well, if you don't mind then my family would like to give you their piece of gratitude as well. I have them quite a scare last night. By the way, I'm Laksha Chaudhary."

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