Ch-14 A GIRL WHO SINGS

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"Arre, Hooriya? Tum kahan thi? Maine tumhe sab taraf. Khair, dekho Haidar ka discharge ho gaya. Where were you? I've been looking for you everywhere. Anyways, Look Haidar's discharged." Mom bombarded me when I returned from the nearby market All the people's gaze who was sitting in the living room set on me.

"Mujhe kuch kaam tha Ammi. I had some work mom." My gaze meets Haidar, I chose to ignore him for now and sat besides Hammad bhai. "Main bazaar gai thi. I went to market."

"Hooriya, tumne apne boss ko call kar di? Have you called your boss?" Everyone looked between me and aunty, puzzled. Except for Hannan uncle, she must had discussed this with uncle.

"Nahi Mami mere pass unka number nahi hai. No, auntie I don't have his number."

"Oh!" After a moment of thinking she said, "to phir tum khud jaakar unko invite karke aao. Haan ye sahi rahega. Hammad tumhe le jayega. Then you should go and invite him yourself. This will be right. Hammad will take you." Manha and I looked at each other.

"Hooriya ke boss? Tum Hooriya ke boss ko kyu bulana chah rahi ho bhabhi?" Hooriya's boss? Why are you inviting Hooriya's boss, bhabhi?" She turned to me. "Aur tumne to kaha tha tumne job chor di hai to phir ye kya hai? And You told that you left the job then what it is?"

I left a frustrated sigh. I am tired of explaining this story to every single person. "Ammi jab iska accident hua tha, to main wahin thi aur mere boss ne mujhe dekh liya aur help karne ke liye aa gaye. Unhone hi Haidar ko hospital mein admit karwaya aur bills pay kiye islye Mami unko dinner par bulana chah rahi hai unhen thanks karne ke liye. Mom when his accident happened, I was there and my boss saw me and came to help me. He bring Haidar to the hospital and paid the bills. That's why aunty is inviting him over for dinner to thank him."

"Tum to Manha ke sath thi naa? You were with Manha? Isn't it?"

"Haan...yeah..." I replied lowly. Not meeting anyone's gaze. I hope Hannan uncle, Hammad, and Haidar won't question me later. I can handle Hammad bhai and Haidar but Hannan uncle.....

"Ammi agar wo nahi aaye to? Mera matlab hai wo busy aadmi hai unke pass kahan time hoga hamare gratitude ke liye. Mom What if he doesn't come? I mean He's a busy man. He probably doesn't have time for our gratitude." Hammad reasoned and thank God changed the topic.

"Chup re tu. Unke pass time kyu nahi hoga? Sab teri tarha thodi hotein hain jo apni family ke liye bhi time naa nikal sakein. Shut up. Why would he had no time? Everyone's not like you. Who can't make time for his family." Hannan uncle scolded Hammad and he unaffected, leaned back on the sofa.

Ya allah. What am I going to do? How am I going to excuse them. What if he tell everyone about Aahil sir, plus, I don't want to be connected with anyone relating Hadi empires but then, he put Aahil sir in jail, admitted Haidar in the hospital he deserves it. He deserves a great 'Thank you dinner' from us.

When everybody was busy in their own conversations, I moved beside Haidar and slide up a plastic glass covered box, which was Showing his now recovered watch.

Frowning, He watched my actions quietly. I don't know why he's so quiet, maybe because I hit him or maybe he just scared by his accident but he seemed fine yesterday, maybe Hannan uncle scolded him. Whatever the reason was, I think it was somehow related to me and it bothered me.

"Ye meri watch hai? Is this my watch?" He asked, surely he didn't recognize it as the design and shape both were ruined by the accident but I managed to recover it somehow.

"Hmm, tumhari brand new expensive watch toot gayi thi accident ke dauraan aur mujhe wahin padi mili, isi ki wajah se mujhe pata chala ke wo tum ho jiska accident hua hai. Hmm, your brand new expensive watch broke due to your accident and I found It on the road, because of this I got to know that it's you who's been in accident." He watched me intently, with something different and changed in his dark brown eyes. He never looked at me in that way, with so much intensity.

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