"Really?" Zeenat asked.

"What's so shocking?" Jahan asked.

"Miss. religious Jahan Aara had a crush?" 

Jahan rolled her eyes,"You asked that stupid question! And I'm a normal Human being. Why can't I have a crush?"

"Yeah you have hormones!"

"What!?" 

"It's all hormones."

"Zeenat we are here to buy a gift for my cousin. So can we please concentrate on that."

"Ok."

"I think she will like this dress." Jahan said pointing at one dress.

"She is your cousin so you know better."

"I met her few years back. Now we are very close because we chat daily but still I'm not sure what she will like."

"It's a beautiful dress. Who will not like it?"

"Yeah you got a point."

"So just take it. You job is to buy a gift. Now it's upto her what she wants to do with it."

"That made it easy to decide." Jahan said.

"So now pay the bill and then we will leave."

"Yeah."

They went to the bill counter and paid the bill. Soon they were out of the mall. The mall was just ten minutes away from their apartment so they decided to walk.

"When are you guys leaving?" zeenat asked.

"In two days."

"And when are you coming back?"

"Next Sunday InshaAllah."

"Seven days?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." Zeenat said looking down.

"I will ask you again. Come with us!"

"That will be awkward Jahan! What will your family say?"

"That Jahan brought a friend with her!"

"It's really complicated! We are not related."

"What does related means? Blood is not everything! At times people who are not related proves to be better than people who are our blood."

"I totally agree but still! How will you explain it to your family? They anyways don't consider you both good! I don't want to add problems for you."

"I really don't care what they think. My father use to say, You cannot satisfy everyone at the same time. You will always have someone in your life who is not satisfied with you. That person is not important. Never let humans control you."

"I really like your father. He was a great man."

"That he was. So now tell me are you coming?"

"No! Jahan people are going to ask you what is the relationship between us. What will you reply? Again we are not related in any sense!"

"After living together for six months you still think that way?"

"No! You know what relationship we share,I know but what about them? They will doubt us! In fact they might doubt me and your brother!"

"Yeah that came to my mind as well and I'm not sure if i should allow them rule us or ignore them. But again it's about your dignity and prestige. So i won't force you."

"Thank you."

"We reached home." Jahan said when she saw her building.

"Why are you sad about it?"

"Because I don't feel like going home."

"Why?" Zeenat asked frowning

"Because then i will have to start packing. I don't want to go. I feel bad for leaving you alone."

"Uff Jahan! Come on! It's not your fault. It's not my fault either and its the situation! I understand."

"Hmm."

"If that makes you feel better then I will cook dinner tonight."

Jahan did not say anything for some time and just kept walking . Just before entering the building she said,

"Ah. That makes me feel better."

***

"What is that?" Kamran asked pointing at Izaan's tiffin.

"Tendli."

"What's that?"

"Ivy gourd."

"Humans eat it?"

"Yes it's a vegetable."

"Really?"

"Kamran today you will tell me from which planet are you from?"

"Darti,Dhara,Bhumi!"

Izaan's eyes became wide and Kamran started laughing.

"What the hell?"

"What? I know Hindi. It's my national language."

"I know hindi my foot!  You don't even know hindi Alphabets.. Do you even know the spelling of hindi?"

"Hey! Now you are insulting me."

"No regrets."

"I don't have time for this nonsense. Just give me your Tiffin." Kamran said before taking Izaan's tiffin in his hand.

Kamran started eating and Izaan was left with kamran's Orange juice.

"Hm! Wow this is tasty. Jahan Aara should become a chef. Actually she should start her own restaurant."

"Sponsor her and she will make you Proud."

"If I ever patch up with my  father then I will help her to open her own restaurant."

Izaan shook his head and Kamran continued eating. This was their daily routine. Izaan brings food and Kamran brings juice,cookies,or fruits. Kamran loves food made by Jahan so he never miss a chance to eat it. Izaan did not want to burden his sister that's why he never requested her to make two tiffins. Kamran left his family and their wealth and now lives on his own. So he has no one to make food for him.

"Kamran few days back you said you would prefer dead parents then your parents."

"Yes Yes."

"Kamran, do you have any idea how important parents are? You are so lucky to have parents. Even if you have issues with them. Parents are the biggest blessings."

"Izaan you have no idea how my parents are. Maybe I should have not said such big things but I don't want such parents. Like I said at least you respect your parents. You have good memories about them. They made your childhood special but my parents did exact opposite. Generally at the age when kids are playing with their friends my parents were playing with me. I spend years moving from one house to another because my parents always use to fight and my mom use to take us and leave. Now they live together but fights are still their feature."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

They were quiet for few seconds. Izaan was thinking why he brought up this topic and Kamran was trying to forget everything. After some more time Kamran said,

"Now as a parent your sister will make dinner for me!"

Izaan rolled his eyes,"And Food is the ultimate reason for your existence."

"Exactly! Now call her now!"

"If government starts to pay you for every time you think about food in just a week our government will fall."

"Izaan Ali wait and watch one day this food will make my life."

"Kamran eat to live don't live to eat!"

"Ok mumma. Now call her!"

"One day she will kick me out of the house because of you."

"She is a good girl! She will never do that."

"You don't know her."

"I'm really good when it comes to understanding humans. And my knowledge says she is a good girl who will never kick someone out of her house. She allowed a stranger to live with her just to help her. Actually she is indeed a really nice human being."

Izaan was listening to all that with a frown on his forehead,"Can you just stop it. It's getting awkward now."

"Why? What did I say?" Kamran asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

"Now call her! Please tell her to make something good. Reshmi kabab!"

Izaan rolled his eyes,"You will eat whatever she makes."

"Fine! I know she will make something good. But for that call her and tell her that I'm coming."

"Ok."

"Izaan what will I do without you?"