A/n: [Dadima = grandma. Bhai= brother.  Bhabi = sister in law.]

Soha's point of view:

We were waiting for grandma to join us at the breakfast table. Abbu and khala talked as the rest of us were bored.  We couldn't even use our cellphones because it was prohibited to use cellphones while having a meal with grandma. Yeah, she was strict.

My final exams were over. Valentine's day was only ten days away. I didn't have any plans for that day. I only remembered it because Rahat was coming to Bangladesh the day after valentine's day.

That means 15,840 minutes!

Grandma came and took her seat. We waited till she took a spoonful of oatmeal, and smiled at us. Everyone started to eat silently.

My grandmother came to visit us once in a year. She usually stayed a month with us, then went to visit her other five sons. She spent six months with her six sons. And the rest of the year, she travelled the world.

"Ahem ahem." Someone coughed, and I looked up from my plate. Grandma looked at our chef Ruhul who was standing not so far from the dining table. He left the hall with a nod.

"Soha, your exams are over, right?" Grandma asked even though she knew that it was.

"Yes, dadima."

"When I told your father to ask your opinion on a marriage proposal, you said you didn't want to talk about it until your exams are over. So, I think we can talk about it now." Dadima finished talking without looking anywhere else but me.

I took a sip of my apple juice but it got stuck in my throat. I couldn't cough it out nor swallow. Mihad patted my back. Khala and abbu rushed to my side while dadima drank her coffee without a concern. After a few minutes, the feeling went away.

"Now that you're feeling better, let's resume to our discussion." Grandma said as she pushed the coffee cup to her left. "As far as I'm told, you don't have a boyfriend. So, I think you should meet this guy. He's the youngest grandson of Mrs. Haq."

"But I. . ."

"You what?" Her voice boomed out with such sternness that made me stop saying anything else.

"Other people don't want to get married because they want to build up their career first. You already have one. You're one of the most successful businesswomen in the country."

Now her voice turned softer.

"It's not like I've anything against arrange marriage. I just don't want to get married right now. I'm only twenty three."

I voiced out my thoughts. I never had anything against arrange nor love marriage. I wanted someone to love me too. But I knew no one would love me for the real me.

"I got married to your grandpa when I was sixteen and he was nineteen. Was I imprisoned? No."

"That's not what I'm afraid of." I told her.

"Then what are you. . . Oh! About that? I told Mrs. Haq and her grandson about it. They don't care about the past." She smiled.

I sighed knowing that this conversation wasn't going the way I wanted it to.

"Just meet him for once. You don't have to marry him right away. Just meet him, get to know each other. And we'll see." Before I could comprehend fully what grandma just said, she walked out on us.

Rahat's point of view:

Have you ever been tricked by your own family? Well, I have. And it wasn't a good feeling.

They said grandpa was really sick. He'd been admitted into a hospital because he had a heart attack. But that wasn't the whole truth. He got admitted into the hospital because he had gastric problems.

It had been ten days since I came to my homeland. And from the past week ammi was telling me that how she was getting older day by day, how faster her hair was turning gray, and she wanted a grandchild before she was dead. I knew what she was trying imply. I got beaten up with a spatula when I said I could always adopt one.

"Bhai, someone is trying to Skype you. It's. . . Soha." My sister, Rahma knocked on the bathroom door. I totally forgot that it was time for our morning skyping.

"Okay, leave the cellphone, and get out of my room." I shouted from the other side of the door.

"Who's she?" Rahma asked as she knocked again.

"A friend." I replied as I scrubbed my body.

"Just a friend?" My annoying sister knocked for the third time.

I paused for a moment.

"Ye. . .yeah."

"Is she pretty? " Rahma questioned. 

"She is." I answered as I remembered her eyes. She wears colorful lenses sometimes. But her eyes looked pretty when she was without lenses. Her big black eyes looked prettier to me than any other rare eye colors.

"Her nose?"

"Cute as a button." I said, making a fake beard out of the bubbles. I used to make bubbles beard when I was younger. I heard Rahma giggling. But I was too busy trying to make sure the beard looked perfect.

"Her voice?"

"So sweet that it could put Hershey's outta business."

The beard was absolutely perfect. I was amazed that my beard making skill were still on point.

"Is she your gf?"

"I wish." I said as I wiped my face with a washcloth. Her laugh made me think about our conversation. I groaned at my foolishness. She was messing with me.

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"Hey, how are you?"

"Great, and you?" I asked Soha.

"Not so good." She frowned.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you later. When will your flight take off?"

"At 5:30 in the evening."

"Okay." She said, and looked  behind me. "Hi." I turned back only to find Rahma standing behind me with a huge smile on her lips.

"Hi, I'm Rahma, am seventeen. I'm his amazing sister. And I love talking!" Rahma grinned as she touched the laptop screen with her index finger.

Soha touched her laptop screen just as Rahma did. "My name's Soha. Nice to meet you."

"You're really pretty!" Rahma exclaimed.

"Aww you're cute." Soha smiled,and my heart just skipped a beat.

"See bhai, she said I'm cute. I'm the better looking child of this family, right bhabi?"

"Uh. . Am not . . ."

"For the hundredth times, she's not my girlfriend, Rahma." I was blaming myself for letting her talk to Soha. It felt so weird but so right when my sister called her that. . .

Ugh stop it.

"But you wished she was your gf though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

"Thanks for agreeing with me."
Rahma giggled and made a run for the door. She turned back and said bye to Soha before shutting the door.

"She's so annoying. I'm sorry about . . ." I was embarrassed.

Soha shook her head. "It's okay. She's so cute!"

"Yeah . But I'm cuter, right?"

"Oh my god! Hahahah, you did not just compared yourself to her!" This was the first time I heard her laugh.

"Just kidding."

A/n: Heya people, how's life?

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Spoiler alert: They'll meet in the next chapter.

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