Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)

EP 87.2

"Just take this last one, then finish. Then go play." Seeing Umeer running away to play, Wania immediately caught him and stopped him and, on his protest, put the last mouthful in his mouth and let him go. He immediately ran to play with Mahnoor and Meerub. Wania picked up the dishes and went to wash in the kitchen. Everyone else had eaten, Umair was sleeping so he hadn't eaten before. After washing the dishes, she cut the apple, left the kitchen, locked the door tightly so that the little ones couldn't get in and went to the terrace where Ayaan was sitting while the three little ones were playing. Ayaan did not like to have tea day and night for no reason. Secondly, he could hardly have it in peace. Three to four candidates used to come for a cup of tea. But very few of the little ones would be candidates for the fruit. So when Wania had to sit with Ayaan, she used to cut the fruit and bring it. They used to feed the children fruit under some excuse. Ayaan smiled and looked at Wania.

"Thanks." Wania returned a small smile and sat there.

"Where are Momal and Ali?" Ayaan asked.

"Both have their own world. They ask me to leave the room because they have to play and adults are not allowed to come. Then I leave." Momal and Ali were playing their game. When they got tired of playing games, they would watch TV together and then start playing again. They were very busy.

"Summer vacation is coming to an end. Their school is about to start in a few days." Wania nodded. Ali was not happy with the mention of the school, but he had to go. However, now he was going to go to his grandmother's school. They had changed schools for both Momal and Ali.

"Let's go some day to get stuff etc. I'll let you know when I'm free." Wania nodded again.

"What are you thinking?" Ayaan found Wania deep in thought and asked.

"Why do the younger siblings think we've done nothing for them? And even if we didn't, we were still young, and we were expected to grow up in childhood. Why do we become bad if we don't do anything? And if we do, no one notices? One should not be the eldest in the house. No one can understand you and you can't explain. Neither parents nor younger siblings."

"I can understand."

"No, you can't understand."

"Yeah, I'm the youngest in the house I won't understand." At Ayaan's words, Wania looked at him for a few moments and then turned her eyes towards the children. He was right. He could understand.

"Well, what did Hassan or Ahil say to you?"

"No one said anything."

"Wania, according to my latest information, you have only two younger brothers. Now you can't be talking about me, so it is obvious that one of them said something." Wania turned her face and looked at Ayaan. How calmly he used to taunt without any expression on his face that one could not understand whether he was joking or serious or disrespectful.

"I don't want to tell."

"Theek hai, mat batayen main aap ko batane par majboor nahi karoon ga. Lekin mujhe 80 feesad yaqeen hai yeh harkat aap ke dr bhai ki hai." Someone placed hands on Ayaan's eyes from behind the chair. Ayaan placed his hands on those tiny hands with his ever so faint smile.

(Well, don't tell. I'm not going to force you to tell me. But I'm 100 percent sure your Doctor brother did something.)

"Umm. These are Momi's hands." Meerub, Mahnoor and Umair all laughed at Ayaan's words. Wania also turned and looked at them smiling. For some time she had forgotten her worries. Ayaan moved his hands back as per the hands on his eyes and as soon as he reached the small shoulders, sitting like this, he lifted both hands behind his back and placed her on his lap from above his head.