Atifa's pov:
The moment he asked me if I would stay with him there, in front of everyone, my heart cracked at the sight in front of me. I- I couldn't understand why would he do that, that too in front of everyone when he already knew my answer. Did I not answer him just a few moments before he asked me again? Was my answer not clear enough? What was it? Why was he hurting himself so much? Why- Just why?
There… There was a reason behind my answer being no too. And it wasn't just trying to be there for ammi. It was much more than that. It was a promise. Maybe a long, almost lost promise?
"Atifa, come down quickly. We are getting late." Abbu shouted from downstairs.
"I'm coming." I replied, slamming the door of my room shut and running downstairs while trying to hold my abaya up.
"Ab ye Safiya aur Amira kaha reh gaye?" Abbu grumbled with a scowl while looking around, making me bite my lips to suppress my smile.
(Now where are Safiya and Amira?)
"Wo ammi ke kamre me honge." I replied, my gaze flickering to the stairs, only to find them ascending downstairs. Ammi was wearing a black abaya like me with the addition of a niqab while Amira adorned a black and white jumpsuit and held ammi's purse, looking cute as ever.
(They must be in mom's room.)
"Yaar it's getting late already. Jaldi karo na." Abbu grumbled like a kid while looking away.
(Man it's getting late already. Be quick.)
"Aap to aise keh rahe hai jaise hamari train chutne wali hai." Ammi retorted while holding Amira's hand and getting down the last step.
(You are saying as if we are going to get late for our train.)
"Aisa hi samajh lo, kam se kam jaldi taiyyar to ho jaogi na." Abbu murmured quietly, which was a wrong move by the way because just as these words left his lips, ammi glared at him murderously before growling dangerously.
(Assume it. At least you guys will get ready early.)
"For your kind information, we got ready before you both but since you guys were taking so long, we decided to pass the time in our room."
"Accha yaar, samajh gaya mai meri maa. Ab chillao mat!" It was just another wrong move on abbu's part, which was also just a way for our daily dose of entertainment.
(Okay man, I understood. Now don't shout!)
"Accha. Mai chilla rahi hu to masla ho raha hai, aur jo aap jabse chilla rahe the uska kya?" Ammi questioned furiously.
(I see. If I shout then it's a problem, but if you shout then it's okay?)
"Mera chillana chalta hai…" Abbu murmured quietly while glancing at ammi.
(It's okay if I shout…)
"Accha ji?" Leaving ammi's side, Amira came to stand beside me while holding my hand, looking confused.
(Oh yeah?)
"Maybe…" Abbu gave ammi a sheepish smile, only to earn a heated glare in return.
"Bilkul bhi nahi. Ab late nahi ho raha hai kya jo mere se khade hoke behes kar rahe hai aap."
(Not at all. Now is it not getting late that you are standing here and arguing with me?)
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Unexpected Promises
Spiritual"Ok ma'am, maybe you are right. But what do you want from me? Why have you even kidnapped me?" I asked her annoyed while glaring at her. I can't believe I'm agreeing with her right now. "Oh nothing much baby boy, I just want you to get married to m...
