Hey!!
Long time no.... *gets hit by a Brick* .... See!! *ouch!*

You guys left me so many comments and I didn't even reply or update 🙊🙈🙈... It's funny how all the silent readers come out to comment when their patience starts to wear off 🙊🙊🙊

I have exams going on guys, I told you. And I still have one left.😪😪

But then, who cares? I needed a writing break anyway 😭😂

DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT because it's super long 😩😩😩😩

PS: DONT KILL ME CUZ...... well .....

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WAQAS' POV

If there was a prize for messing up things, I would have definitely won it. I am so good at it that Roop hates me now. Hate is a strong word, Waqas! She had once told me and now that's what she used for me.

Isn't that just exactly what I deserved? I sighed as I tossed a pebble into the swimming pool. It bounced on the water once before sinking down to the bottom. Throwing the lot that I had in my hand, I went back inside the house. Everyone was running around, trying to wrap presents and getting ready for the party. And then it was me; who had officially given up on everything.

"What are you doing Waqas?" I heard Malvika ask me before a cushion landed on my face.

"What the hell yaar?" I winced, almost throwing it back at her, but then I stopped, seeing her lying down on the couch her.

"Tu theek hai?" I asked her, concerned, as I went to sit beside her.

"Nahi, Mar nahi rahi hoon... I am just feeling tired," She rolled her eyes, "pack this present for me?"

She pointed at the big purple box that was sitting on the coffee table and pouted at me.

"Such a drama queen, Bina rota hua moo bana kar bolti, tab bhi kar deta," shook my head at her.

"You know me!" She giggled, "now pack that and let me take a nap."

"You have anything to do other than sleeping?" I rolled my eyes and she shook her head at me. "Why do anything else when you can sleep twenty four seven?"

"I can already imagine how lazy this baby is going to be," I mumbled to myself.

"Jaisi bhi hogi, apni maa jaisi hogi!" Malvika said and then yawned loudly on purpose, telling me to get back to work.

I chuckled when she pulled up the small blanket up to her shoulder and covered her face with a cushion. Leaving her alone in the living room, I walked back to my room to wrap all the presents.

ROOP's POV

I placed the last piece of tape and sealed the beautiful doll house with this amazing holographic pink and golden wrapping paper. Duaa silently helped me wrap the ribbon around it and then she taped a ribbon heart on the top of the knot. She had already prepared a birthday card for Harleen. It's cute how she made such a good friend in no time.

She is upset about leaving Harleen more than than Waqas. It took her a long chat with Adnaan to calm down and listen to me. But she was still not talking to me. I had promised her that we will stay for the birthday party at least, hoping that she would start talking to me again but that didn't happen either.

I sighed when she got up from the floor, dressed up in a white frill dress. She had worn it herself and hadn't tied the red ribbon properly or pulled up the zip. Her hair were a mess too but still she was trying too hard with that attitude, telling me that she didn't need my help at all. The look on her face made me chuckle.

"Waise agar kisi ko fish tale braid banwani ho toh woh mumma ke paas aa sakta Hai," I shrugged.

I raised an eyebrow when she huffed, shaking her head, "princess yucky braid nahi banati, woh toh crown Pehenti hai.. Aap bhi na mumma!"

I gasped at her comments and grabbed her by her waist to pull her towards me. "Badi aayi dadi amma!"

She giggled and I kissed her cheek. "Toh fir aapka crown kahan hai?"

"You were going to buy it, remember?" She knitted her eyebrows at me and I showed her a small purple box that was hiding behind my back. She opened it hurriedly and revealed a small, silver crown with tiny diamond chips on it. It wasn't that expensive but it wasn't made out of plastic either.

"Wow mumma! This is so nice!" She grinned at me and ran towards the mirror to have a look. I went behind her and combed her hair before securing the crown on her head.

"Meri Duaa sabse achi lagegi," planting a kiss on her forhead, I stepped away from her and grabbed my dupatta and hand bag.

Duaa ran outside, impatiently, while I followed her with the present in my hand. Once she was strapped on to her seat, I entered the address in the navigator and drove off.

PREET'S POV

"OMG careful!" I gasped as Hussain climbed on the wobbly ladder to tape some balloons, "I told you to hire some workers!"

He rolled his eyes at me as he grabbed two balloons from my hand. "And I told you that its my daughter's birthday so I will prepare everything from scratch."

"Chachi Harleen ka cake itna eww kyun hai?" Jannat complained, tugging on to my dress. Hussain widened his eyes at us, "eww hai? Itni mehnat se banaya hai maine!"

"Banaya hai matlab? I told you to order one Hussain!" I glared at him and he rolled his eyes again. "Ek toh banda itni mehnat kare aur yahan kisi ko kadar hi nahi hai!"

"Tum log nakhre karte raho, Harleen ko definitely pasand aayega," Asmaara chuchkled behind me as she passed some decoration material to Shehry.

"Yeah! Bas ek woh hi hai jo samjhti hai mujhe!" Hussain fakes a sigh, "beauty lies in simplicity."

"Excuse me? Jo isnaan bina foundation lagaye media ke saamne na aaye, usse simplicity ke bare main baat karne ka koi haq nahi hai!" I kicked the ladder beneath him. It wobbled a little but thankfully it didn't fall.

"Kaam karo ab," I ordered him, "And if you mess up anything, I'll kill you!"

He scowled at me as I left him to sort everything out alone and went to look for Harleen. We had booked a hall for this party and Harleen was waiting in the back room for her big surprise very patiently.

"Mumma please can I go out now?" She pouted as soon as she saw me.

"Thank God you are here. She is annoying me so much!" Seher rolled her eyes.

"Seher said chachu is going to screw up, is that true?" Rayyan asked me purposely to tease Harleen.

"My daddy never does that!" She hissed at him, angrily.

"I think daddy might have done that," I shrugged at Harleen and she gasped.

"Preet her friends are here already!" Asmaara came running inside the room, interrupting us.

"What? And the balloons are still not up!" I panicked, "this is going to be so embarrassing!"

I ran out of the room but Harleen was faster than me. She ran down the corridor and then stopped suddenly, making me stop behind her.

"Wow!' She gawked, looking ahead of her and I frowned as I looked ahead.

All the balloons were spilled on the floor instead of being taped to the wall. The whole floor looked beautiful, painted with colourful balloons.

Harleen held my hand and tugged on it. She smirked when I looked down at her, "Mumma kaha tha na, my daddy can never screw up."

"Maan gaye aapke daddy ko," I pulled her cheek.

"Thori tarreef humaare saamne bhi kar do?" Hussain said as he came towards us. Harleen ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. I chuckled, seeing them cutely talking to each other. 

"This is going to be the best birthday ever!" Harleen stretched her arms out and Hussain laughed, kissing her cheek.

"We'll see! Now go play with your friends," He told her and she ran away, carfully holding up her long birthday gown.

"Haan toh koi maarne wala tha mujhe?" Hussain raised an eyebrow at me and I slapped his arm. "Zada hawa main mat urdo warna sach main maar dungi."

"Ok ok fine, I won't trouble you," He chuckled, raising his hands in the air, and then stepped towards me, "But my hard work does deserve a reward, don't you think."

"Kyun? Tumhein bhi baccho ki tarhan extra pocket money chahiye?" I asked him innocently and he rolled his eyes. I chuckled as he stepped closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Bhabhi—"  I was about to kiss Hussain's cheek when Maha came running towards us and I stopped instantly.

"Sorry sorry sorry!" She gasped as she turned around and I quickly pushed Hussain away from me.

"Armaan ro raha hai. Bas yahi bolne aayi thi," She told me and ran away. Hussain laughed at her reaction and I slapped his shoulder.

"Go entertain your guest, I have to entertain my son!"

"Fir se?" He groaned, "Inn teeno ki timing itni perfect kyun hai?"

"Tum par gaye hein na." I quickly pecked his cheek and ran away before he could react.

ROOP's POV

"Woah!" I gasped, looking around myself. This place looked way too grand for a seven year old's birthday party. But then there was a huge bouncy castle in one corner and a dance stage that was covered in hundreds of balloons with little boys and girls running around it.

"Welcome, Roop!" Someone cheered beside me and I frowned. They know my name?

I turned to look at my right, only to find Preet standing beside me. "I thought you won't come!" She smiled. I looked down at the invitation card in my hand. Duaa tugged on to my other hand and made me look ahead of me. Waqas was there, busy entertaining a few kids with one girl sitting on his shoulders.

"Mumma main bhi jaun?" Duaa asked me in a mere whisper.

"Haan beta, aap bhi jao, go find your friends," Preet smiled at Duaa but I held her hand tightly.

"I think I am at the wrong venue. Excuse us," I told her and turned away to leave when she called me again.

"Harleen is my daughter Roop," She spoke, making me frown. "But Seher is your daughter."

"So? Am I not allowed to have more than one?" She chuckled, making me feel embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant," I mumbled and she chuckled again.

"Tum bilkul nahi badli," She shook her head at me and then looked at Duaa, "aur aap madam, yaheen khare rahoge ya Harleen ko wish bhi karoge?"

Duaa giggled at Preet's comment and ran away from us.

"Kaisi ho?" Preet asked me as she side hugged me.

"I am doing good," I told her and walked up to the gift table to keep Harleen's present there, "kal New York jaa rahe hein hum."

"Yeah, Harleen told me," She nodded at me, "Jaise chup chap aayi thi, waise hi chup chap jaane wali thi?"

I chose to stay quiet. As if Waqas didn't tell them whats happening?

"Preet yaar kab se dhoond rahi hoon!" Someone broke the silence between us and I stepped back as they came to stand between us. Preet looked at me from over their shoulder and then back at the lady in front of her.

"Waqas said he gave you my passion fruit jam, where is it?" She asked Preet, restlessly.

Waqas? I tilted my head slightly to look at the lady, only to find Malvika standing in front of me. After all that she did to us, she is shamelessly standing in front of me, without even addressing me. Like I don't even exist.

"Oh ho! Preet doesn't have it. I do!" I heard Aisha's voice behind me and instantly turned around to look at her. The moment she saw me, she gasped and before I knew it, she came forward and hugged me. I hugged her back instantly, aware of one pair of eyes that was staring at me in a shock.

"How have you been and where have you been? You have any idea how much we looked for you?" She bombarded me with her questions, "Waqas kitna pareshan ho raha tha tumhaare liye, you have no idea."

"Idea toh mujhe hai," I glanced at Malvika and mentally rolled my eyes. Kitna dhoonda hoga woh mujhe bhi pata hai.

"Aur kya farak parta hai main kahan thi?" I asked Aisha, "Everything went past in a blur and I survived on my own; that's all I care about."

"It's okay," She smiled at me, cupping my left cheek in her palm, "tum aa gayi ho na, ab bohot saari baatein karni hain tumse, bohot kuch batana hai tumhein."

"You got to be kidding me Aisha!" Someone gasped, complaining, "We decided we are angry at her, remember?"

Aisha looked behind me and rolled her eyes, "kya farak parta hai? Itne saalo se baat nahi ki hai, pait main dard ho raha hai, bohot kuch batana hai isse. Hum baad main gussa ho lenge?"

"Whatever!" I felt a slap at the back of my head and I instantly turned around. I sighed, seeing Asmaara scowling at me.

"Bas itni is friendship thi? Chali gayi sab chor kar?" She asked me, sounding hurt.

I sighed. This is going to be hard.

"Asmaara—"

"Tumhaara rishta humse sirf Waqas ki wajah se tha kya?" She asked, cutting me off, "Zara si ladayi hui aur bina bataye chali gayi."

"Zara si baat nahi thi," I replied curly, "zara zara si baat par log divorce ki baat nahi karte."

"Toh tum humse baat karti, Waqas toh pagal hai!" She commented and I chuckled for some reason. Pagal.

"Shameless woman! You are laughing, I can't believe this!" Asmaara gasped at me and I shook my head.  "Nahi bas kuch yaad aa gaya tha, sorry."

"Kuch ya koi?" Aisha raised an eyebrow at me and felt my smile disappearing as my eye wandered back to Waqas. He was still busy playing with all the kids. I smiled again when I saw Duaa with him. Suddenly he looked at me and I looked away.

"Acha woh Sab chor, I have to tell you something very important," Aisha shook me slightly by my arm.

"Drinks for the ladies!" Preet announced, diverting my mind. I grabbed a glass from the tray and gulped a few sips down my dry throat.

From the corner of my eyes I saw Waqas coming towards us and wave of panic washed over me. I didn't want to see him after that day as it took me ages to get over what he had said. I don't even know if his words had hurt me more or angered me but either way, his behaviour was unexpected.

"Guys I really have a lot of packing to do before my flight, I just came to drop Duaa. Main chalti hoon," I reasoned as I tried to walk past the ladies but Aisha grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Aise kaise? You need to come with me," She insisted and I sighed. "Aisha I promise baad—"

"Stop it yaar, you have to come, that's it!" She ordered, cutting me off, and held my hand as she dragged me across the hall. I looked back at others, confused, and the only person who wasn't looking was Malvika. She had her eyes on my husband.... and hers too.

"Come on in!" Aisha pulled me in a small room that looked like one of those changing rooms at fashion shows. There were red curtains falling down from each wall and there were tables with large vanity mirrors

Leaving my hand, she walked a few steps forward and leaned against one of the tables with her back towards me.

"I thought you were just angry at Waqas and that you will come back once you calm down," she sighed, "I wanted to do this with you by my side."

"Do what?" I frowned. She sighed again and turned to look at me. "I am pregnant."

"What?" I chocked out upon receiving probably the biggest shock or surprise or whatever of my life. I don't even know how I felt about it.

"But..." my eyes trailed down to her belly which seemed flat. Is she hallucinating this? I remember Atif once mentioning about her mental health. It could be a side effect of the medicines too.

"Not here, silly!" She chuckled all of a sudden, and my eyebrow knitted together as I frowned at her. She came forward and grabbed my hand again before dragging me out of the room.

"Remember when you recommended that Canadian doctor for me? I met her," she gave me a sad smile, "but nothing worked on me. I just couldn't carry the baby."

Within seconds her face dropped as her eyes glistened. I squeezed her hand tightly. "It's okay Aisha, agar kuch humaari kismat main nahi hai toh hum use zabardasti hasil toh nahi kar sakte na."

"Hmm, Atif bhi yahi Kehta hai," she nodded, "as much as I wanted to give birth to my baby, I couldn't. But just look there."

I looked where she was pointing and frowned, seeing a bunch of ladies talking to each other. I faintly recognised a couple of Waqas' relatives from our wedding but I had no idea who they were.

"When nothing worked, doctor Baloch suggested surrogacy through IVF. It's our baby but Malvika is carrying it." I smiled at how excited she sounded until her words rang inside my head, making my eyes go wide at her in confusion.

"Atif wasn't too keen, he still isn't but I bet once the baby arrives, he is going to be a good dad," she giggled.

"Wait a second," I shook my head at her to stop her from continuing, "surrogacy? Atif and Malvika?"

She rolled her eyes at me, "Atif sounded as shocked as you when I told him what the doctor suggested. But it's the procedure where an embryo is produced artificially and then implanted inside a surrogate mother. So no physical contact or anything." (An: had to make it clear in case anyone freaks out 🙊)

"Oh," I mumbled, "I thought it was Waqas' b—"

"You what?" Aisha's gasp interrupted me. She widened her eyes at me as I shrugged, "You thought it was Waqas' baby? Are you mad or what? What made you think that?"

"They are married, obviously they are going to have kids. Isn't it normal between couples?" I rolled my eyes at her, trying not to care. But deep down, it hurts. "It's been seven years, they must have had one or—"

"Stop it Roop!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes at me, "pagal ho gayi hai kya? How can you even think like that about him?"

I kept staring at her, not being able to answer her question for some reason. She seemed.... disappointed...? ... Angry?

"Just because you got married, doesn't mean everyone moved on, okay?" She yelled.

"Why are you yelling at me?" I asked her, "isn't that what he left me for? He wanted to marry her! And for the last time, Waqas Ka khayali pulav hai yeh because I didn't marry anyone!"

"Well he didn't either!" She snapped again, defending him, and dragged me back to that Room again, "seven years Roop! He has been going through this pain for seven years. In every prayer he begs Allah for forgiveness for breaking your heart and taking you for granted and you are saying he married someone else?"

"He left me for her, he was going to divorce me for her," I pointed out again, not wanting to hear anything else. I know what happened in that hotel room, she doesn't.

"But divorce diya toh nahi na?" Aisha questioned, reminding me.

"No Roop," someone spoke behind me, making me frown, "he didn't leave you for me."

Malvika?

She came around to stand in front of me and sighed, "I was not the one to call him that day. I never wanted to come between you two."

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes at her and stepped back when she reached out for my hand.

"Kaise yakeen dilau tumhein?" She sighed, "inn saat saalo main humaare beech kuch nahi hua; isn't that enough proof? I never loved him Roop. Main kyun aaungi tumhaare beech?"

"Aa toh gayi na," I told her coldly, "har bar! Shadi karni hai toh malvika ke liye, jhooth bolna hai toh Malvika se milne ke liye, ladai bhi Malvika Ki wajah se ... he was even ready for a divorce because of you and you are saying you never tried coming between us? Yeah right!"

"Roop—"

"Dekho Malvika, I know you are pregnant and you can't handle stress, isliye aram se bol rahi hoon. Door raho mujhse!" I told her as calmly as I could and turned around to leave the room. A hot tear rolled down my cheek, drowning me in my own mixed emotions. I felt confused, sick and hurt.

There was so much going on in my head but it all came to a stop when I ran into something... or someone!

"Ouch!" I screeched, stepping back instantly.

"Oh crap! I am sorry I didn't see you!" Waqas gasped as he held my arm and I rubbed my forehead. He looked behind me and then back at me with a frown on his forehead which was soon replaced by worried expressions.

"Oh my God, I didn't mean to hurt you, swear. Tum ro kyu rahi ho? I am sorry okay, I didn't see you, I swear, please! You want water? Kaheen chot toh nahi aayi?" He blabbered on, nervously, examining my forehead, "Is it hurting? Do you mind if I have a look? Come with me!"

"I am fine!" I choked out when he tried dragging me towards a couch, and pulled my arm out of his grip.

"I am fine!" I repeated. He heaved a loud sigh and nodded at me before taking a step back. "I am sorry."

That phrase! It irritated the already annoyed wife inside me every time he used it!

"You know what? Just claim copy rights for it. Like when do you not use it? Aye bade sorry Bolne wale," I seethed, scowling at him.

"I am sorry," He mumbled again but raised his palm to stop me from saying anything, "I know you are angry and you should be. I get it. I am just sorry about whatever happened that day at the shoo-"

"Whatever happened at the shoot is in the past now. You received your cheque already and I don't want to discuss it anymore," I told him and He silently stared at me while I spoke, "and if its about wasting my week and not even completing the shoot, then I won't leave you a negative rating on your website. Saat mahine barbaad kiye hein aapke peeche. Saat din aur sahi."

"You are right," He nodded and looked away from me, "but I just wanted to apologise for the words I used for Duaa. I shouldn't have dragged her in our fight."

I chuckled. "Yeah, you shouldn't have. In fact there are so many things you shouldn't have done but you did so I am not surprised."

He sighed, trying to control his frustration upon receiving odd replies from me. but really, I couldn't deal with all this anymore; I was starting to give up.

"Roop--"

"Mumma!" Waqas was about to say something when Duaa interrupted us and I instantly bent down to give her my attention.

"What happened?" I frowned, seeing her worried.

"Mumma everyone is playing paper dance but I don't have a partner," She pouted at me, "Aap kheloge?"

I looked behind her were all the little kids were. "Duaa how's mumma going to play in this outfit? Do you just want to wait for the next round?"

"Next?" She opened her eyes wide and then pouted at me, shaking her head, "No mumma, mujhe abhi khelna hai. Aap chalo na please! chalo!"

"Duaa--"

"Can I go?" Waqas stepped towards us and I instantly looked up at him. He smiled at Duaa and then at me. Something annoyed me again. I was about to refuse when Duaa shrieked loudly and clapped her hands, taking me by surprise.

"Yes! Can I go with him? Please?" She grinned at me and held his hand as soon as I nodded at her. They ran away from me in a hurry and I gulped the lump that was starting to form in my throat.

WAQAS' POV

"Woah! Aram se!" I laughed behind Duaa as she dragged me towards the other kids.

Jannat, who was paired with Rayyan, raised an eyebrow at me. "When I ask you for something, you never agree. Thats not fair Taya ji!"

Duaa giggled at Jannat's comment as we took our positions on the newspaper.

"Bachho ke beech main kheloge chachu, haar jaoge!" Rishab commented, sticking his tongue out at me and I rolled my eyes. "You guys are big fat bullies, you know that, right?"

"But you are the fat one Taya ji!" Seher chuckled and gave Rishab a high five.

"Sharam kar Waqas, baccho se bhi baisti karata rehta hai!" Shehry shook his head at me and walked towards the music system to play the songs. I scowled at each one of them and then looked at Duaa, who was frowning at me now. Bending down, I picked her up and she gasped, coming out of her thoughts.

"Aap kahan kho gaye madam?" I asked her.

"You know mumma says you should never let anyone bully you," she spoke innocently and I held back my chuckle.

"Your mumma is always right!" I smiled at her, "but they are my family and they love me, so it's okay."

"Family?" She asked me and then looked at jannat, "but mumma ne toh kabhi nahi bataya."

"Kya nahi bataya?" I frowned at her and just then the music stopped and everyone screamed in excitement. I made Duaa stand on the floor before folding the new paper in half. The moment we stepped back on it, she stretched her arms towards me, and I picked her up again. She grinned at me as the music started again.

"Aapki smile aapki mumma jaisi hai," I told her.

"What? No! Mumma says papa jaisi hai and mumma is always right. Haina?" She giggled, questioning me. I shook my head at her and chuckled, agreeing with her, despite the fact that this one comment changed my mood completely. That man!

Suddenly everyone screamed again and I pulled myself out of my thoughts. Duaa hurriedly jumped down and folded the paper. It happened a few times until the paper was a tiny rectangle that was hardly the size of my shoe.

"Do you think we are going to win?" Duaa asked me and I smiled, seeing the excitement in her eyes. Stepping on the paper, I picked up her again and raised my heels off the ground to stay on the the paper. She gripped my shoulders tightly and giggled.

"Didn't your mumma ever tell you it is not about winning but trying and giving your best?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"The only thing she ever tells me is to stay away from you," she shrugged. I frowned at her reply as she sighed, disappointedly.

"She asked you to stay away from me? Why?" I asked asked her to confirm. My eyes searched for Roop and spotted her in the far corner, staring at us already. A part of me told me to directly ask her but then I had no rights to ask, right? Why would she want her daughter to know about me anyway?

"Mumma is always right, I guess," I shrugged halfheartedly and Duaa shrieked. The music had stopped so I kept her down again, ready to fold the news paper again but she ended up laughing at me.

"Akele akele kheloge kya Taya ji?" Harleen asked me and I looked around myself.

"Why didn't you let me win?" Jannat huffed, throwing her news paper at me, and scowled as she got off the dance floor with Rayyan. All the other kids were already sitting on their seats.

"Did we just win?" I asked Duaa, surprised, and she nodded at me, grinning.

"So basically the oldest kid won, yeah?" Shehry asked as he came forward with 2 wrapped presents in his hand and hit me on my head with one of them. I rolled my eyes at him and snatched both of the presents from him.

Bending down in front of Duaa, I offered her both of them. "Here you go madam. We won!"

"I knew you wont let me lose," She widened her grin before kissing me on my cheek and then ran towards Roop who was now standing with Asmaara.

Suddenly someone punched my shoulder, making me fall forward on my knees.

"You are so mean!" Jannat punched me again and I rolled my eyes at her. "Ab maine kya kar diya?"

"How could you not let me with Taya ji? You know I always win, right?" She folded her arms in front of her chest and tapped on the floor, "it's so em-em-embarrassing."

"So you are em em embarrassed because I am better than you?" I raised an eyebrow at her, mimicking her, "You are so unbeiber, Jannat!"

"Unbeiber nahi, unbelievable hota hai, you don't even know," She made a face at me and walked away. I shook my head at her and stood up.

"Iska abhi se yeh haal hai, bade ho kar jaan le legi meri," I told Shehry and he laughed. "Tu toh kuch bol hi mat, afat hai ek number ke yeh sab ke sab."

"Do mere ghar pe bhi--" Before I could complete, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Shehry. He laughed as I looked away from him.

"Aap yahan kyu khare ho? Chalo na mumma ko prize dikhana hai!" Duaa pulled my hand with her one hand while the other one somehow managed to hold on to both the presents.

"Mumma!" She yelled loudly as we approached Roop and left my hand as soon as we reached, "Guess what? We won! I knew we are going to win. He is so cool, mumma!"

I chuckled when Duaa jumped up and down, showing off her prize.

"Wow, he is amazing aye?" Asmaara asked Duaa and she nodded at her before keeping everything on a chair behind her.

"Mumma can he come on my birthday too? We will win all the games and that would be so cool. Can he please come?" Duaa asked Roop, "Mumma please? Last time? Please say yes, na?"

Asmaara chuckled behind Roop, grabbing my attention, and wiped something off her cheeks which seemed like tears to me. Why is she crying?

Roop kept her hands on Duaa's shoulders and smiled at her, "Duaa, we will see, okay? Let me just—"

"No!" Duaa screamed all of a sudden, cutting her off, and pushed her back. Roop lost her balance but I instantly held her arm, stopping her from falling backwards.

"Just say no alright!" Duaa screamed again, "I know you are going to say no again. You always do!"

Duaa's face had reddened with anger and her screams had gathered everyone around us while I just stared at her in utter disbelief. I would have never expected someone like her to yell like this.

"Duaa—" Roop went on her knees in front of Duaa and was about to say something when Duaa pushed her away again.

"Papa is so cool mumma, and you are so mean! I hate you!" She yelled again, "Mujhe nahi rehna apke saath! I don't like you, aap bohot gande ho!"

Roop dropped her hands by her side, giving up, as Duaa ran outside the hall. Asmaara and I knelt down beside Roop, staring at her helpless state, while others murmured behind us. Her lips slightly parted as her eyes traced along the floor.

"It is okay, she is just a kid," I tried telling Roop but she turned away from me and towards Asmaara. I sighed and stood up to step away from her, giving her the space she probably needed

"She hates me," Roop whispered shortly after and Asmaara glanced at me before shaking her head as 'no'.

"No, she does—" Roop stood up before Asmaara could say further and ran outside.

"What?" I asked Asmaara when I realised she was staring at me.

But before she could reply, a car's tyres screeched outside the hall and a loud scream followed, freezing my entire world......

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