"He wanted to marry her, but he's my husband."
"She's beautiful, kind, caring, loving, but I wish she wasn't my wife."
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Tara Hamid was born and bred in an average family: loving, caring, with just the right amount of family drama. She dreams...
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Tara always means ducking, though.
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Tara
On Saturday, we went to Marina Khalla's house for dinner.
Amir Bhai has two sisters, apparently: Aamna Appi, a married thirty-one-years-old teacher who lived in New York with her husband and kids, and Aniqua Appi, a thirty-three-years old lawyer, who lived with her husband and kids in Toronto. The latter had chosen a legal profession after Waleed Uncle, their father.
"I have decided that it's about time Amir gets married." Khalla announced.
"That's a brilliant idea, Khalla." Zain grinned, even as Amir Bhai glared at him from across the table.
"Amir's Phupho's Jaith and Jaithani have a daughter, and they requested his Zarina Phupho to discuss this with us, for Amir."
Amir Bhai looked frustrated, but he didn't say anything.
"I told Zarina clearly." Waleed Uncle spoke up. "We're not going to pressurise Amir, just because they're from her in-laws. It's about the kids' whole lives and these decisions can't be taken lightly."
Uncle has earned a great deal of respect from me, just for that. I thought.
Marina Khalla had made delicious Singaporean Rice, along with grilled fish and chicken tikka canapes. And literally everything was exceptionally delicious.
"Well, I already told you both my decision. I don't want to marry her." Amir Bhai said, firmly. "She's a brilliant girl, but we're just not compatible."
"Then who is your choice, Amir?" His mother looked frustrated as well now. "At least tell us something. What time of girl is your choice?"
Rumaisa. My wishful brain couldn't help thinking.
"Look, I don't want to discuss this right now, if it's okay." Amir Bhai looked at his parents.
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"Talk to Amir Bhai about Rumaisa." I whispered to Zain as we were helping Khalla clear up and clean up after dinner.
"Who's Rumaisa?" For a moment he looked confused.
"Rumi! My friend, you weirdo!" I rolled my eyes.
"Why would I talk about your friend to Amir?"
Are all guys as clueless? Or is my one just special? "Allah! Zain, just ask him how feels about her. It looks like he needs a little push."
