His Pure Love:Ishal

8.Dad

Guys first of all assalamu alaikum.
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The few votes and reads i got are my hope.

That one day I'll be writing enough good so that people will praise me and
Love me.

"𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢."

Ishaal's POV

It's been a month now living in my new home.
Yes now it gives me the homely feeling just because of Saher
She will makes you happy just like your siblings and do fun.
And even when you step outside of your home in new city she will protect you and guid you like a guardian.

She is a few years older than me but behaves like I am her kid.
Even when you cry and miss your family.
She will be there to comfort you.

Now we are sitting in the backyards drinking Saher's world famous tea.

She is the perfectionist when it comes to cooking.
She told me few days ago that she had a dream of opening her own restaurant of Desi style.

" You know Ishal next week is my niece's birthday.
Suggest me what I should give her."
Saher said .

"You should have told me earlier.
Nowadays I am trying to work on kids clothing.
Even have made few ball gowns for little angels.
You know I have told you the first order I got from Hyderabad, it was a ball gown for a girl around 5 or 6 years"
"Well they are really impressed by the designs and now trying to make it more and more because I love making you know small clothes"

I said proudly.
My work was my passion,

..
In my passion is my love.

"Yeah what a perfect occasion, you know what she loves does fluffy frocks and dresses." Saher said.

"Just make anything for her that is heavy. Especially pink."She said dreamingly.

I remember my memories from my childhood.
Pink was always my favourite.
But I was never fan of that much heavy dresses.

I just want to go with its simple attire with pink colour.

My dad always used to bring me dresses whenever he used to visit another cities for work on my every Eid he used to lovingly roam on the city to find a perfect dress for me.

But now everything has changed. Including my favourite colour.
My father who is no more but he he will be always alive in my heart.

Surely everyone belongs to Allah and one day we have to return from where we came.

I was going in my thought that I forget that share as already gone with the empty cups in the kitchen preparing for the dinner she always love being in the kitchen.

I stood up and make my way to the kitchen .
Well let me mention my so called husband, no no no my so call authoritve husband.

Such an arrogant person he is.

In this one month never he had greet me.
Simple Salam wouldn't hurt him, do it ?

You will see him early in the morning doing breakfast.

Then he left for work at night he came eat his dinner and again went to his room.

What work he does ?
mom told me that he has a business of import and export.

Nothing more I know about him.

With that thought I started to cutting the vegetables.
Tonight our menu is Veg Thali.

Well it's my favourite.

Ehhheee I love everything but this is something more than that.

Ufff I'm getting hungry .

Well bye guys.

Love you all
Savàs 💜🖤