The phone rang. He glanced at it and answered the call.
"Yes, Mom. I'm coming home, okay."
After saying that, he ended the call and headed home. His house was magnificent, with a huge lawn outside and five cars parked in the garage.
He parked his car and entered the house. The staircase leading to the upper floor was right in front of him. He had just stepped onto the stairs when a voice called out from behind.
"Ayaz, dear, come here for a moment."
It was his mother, Yasmeen.
"Yes, Mom."
As he turned, he saw his grandfather, Sufiyan Sikandar, sitting on the sofa. Ayaz frowned slightly.
"Come and sit. At least meet your grandfather," Yasmeen said worriedly.
Ayaz walked over and sat down. The tension between him and his grandfather was obvious.
"So, when are you getting married?" his grandfather asked directly.
"When I want to."
"And when will that be?"
Hearing that, Ayaz rubbed his forehead.
"Please stop pressuring me. It's my decision when I get married."
After saying this, he stood up, walked away, climbed the stairs, and slammed his bedroom door shut.
Yasmeen could only watch silently.
"Like grandfather, like grandson," she thought to herself.
At that moment, the sound of a car horn echoed outside.
"I think Ahmed has arrived. I'll check," Yasmeen said as she walked toward the door.
"Hello, darling!" Ahmed said cheerfully, removing his sunglasses.
"Your father is here."
"What? Father? Why is he here?" Ahmed asked nervously.
Just then, Sufiyan Sahib appeared and announced that he was leaving.
"And listen, if neither of you finds a suitable girl soon, you'll see a side of me you've never seen before."
After saying that, he left.
"As if there is anyone worse than him," Yasmeen muttered, making a face.
"There is," Ahmed replied seriously.
"Who?"
"Your son."
Saying that, he walked into the lounge and switched on the television.
"Oh God, where am I supposed to find a daughter-in-law whom my son will actually like?" Yasmeen sighed, holding her head.
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"Soha placed a glass of water in front of Mirha.
'Why did it take you so long to bring water?' Mirha asked.
'I was having trouble picking up the glass. Anyway, tell me, how are you feeling? Should we go apologize to your father?' Soha tried changing the subject.
'No. While you were bringing the water, I already apologized to him,' Mirha replied sarcastically.
'Alright then, let's order something. My treat,' Soha suggested, changing the topic again because she didn't understand why she was hiding the truth.
They ordered pizza, put on a horror movie on the laptop, talked all night, and eventually fell asleep.
A deserted road stretched ahead. Mirha was running, perhaps trying to escape someone or searching for a way out.
'Is anyone there? Please help me!' she screamed.
Suddenly, she stumbled and fell. Her knees were scraped and bleeding.
Then she saw a light in the distance. Someone was standing there.
'Please... help me,' she cried helplessly.
The figure moved closer and extended a hand toward her. She couldn't see his face, only his hand.
Mirha reached out to hold it—
And suddenly, she opened her eyes.
'Seriously, these days I'm getting too many dreams,' she murmured.
She looked around. Soha was still asleep.
Mirha lay back down and drifted off to sleep again.71Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTA7DCQTMbc
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