Chapter 7

Mrs Saeer moved aside letting him enter, she knew very well who he was. she had seen him in the news sometimes along with his father or uncle. he wasn't officially in politics yet, but he still helped them here and there. "Assalam ualaikum " Miraan rohero said as he entered. "Wasalam " Mrs Saeer said in a small voice, please take a seat. Mrs Saeer took him to the living room, no one was at home except her. "I will ask Saeer to come home " she uttered and headed in a direction, even before Miraan could utter a thing. Mrs Saeer called her husband "Saeer... come home quickly " she said as soon as he picked up the call . "Everything's alright?" Saeer ahmad asked getting worried. "Miraan rohero is here. yesterday, Daem rohero came ! i don’t know what's going on. no one else is home " Mrs Saeer said quickly, she was getting nervous. "Its a good thing, relax, i will be there in a bit " Mr Saeer said trying to make her relax. Mrs Saeer took deep breathes and went to the living room. Miraan rohero was sitting on a sofa. "I am here to ..... " Miraan started when they heard the noise of a car entering the house. Mrs Saeer really hoped that it was her husband who had come, Saeer ahmad and Hanan had the keys of the house, so that they wont have to knock every time they come home. Mrs Saeer's hope broke when she heard the loud voices of her children. they had gone to buy things for Mr and Mrs Saeer’s wedding anniversary. Like every other year, her children planned to make it a big day. "Hanan! i am telling you! i am going to kill you now " Chashman shouted as Amna opened the door, the view was clear from the living room. Amna entered the room first, laughing on something. Chashman was holding a cake box in her head, her head was bent a little, it looked like Hanan was pulling her hair and that was the reason of her shouting. "Don’t ruin the----- " Amna started but fell silent as her eyes fell on the man sitting on the sofa. his focus was on them. They had seen a lot of cars outside, but they didnt give it much thought, because Daem rohero had always made sure that he came there without protocol. Chashman looked up from the cake, when Amna stopped mid sentence, the view infront made Hanan stop also. Chashman’s brow knitted in confusion, she didnt know why Amna stopped midway. "Moveee... " Chashman asked Amna. "Miraan rohero.... " Amna said on a gasp, her voice was low, only Chashman and Hanan heard her, but Miraan read her lips. From confusion, a look of coldness came on her face. she had heard about Miraan rohero, it was the same cousin, Amna had tried to show him multiple times in news , mentioning how handsome and charming. but did it matter? Chashman hardly ever bothered looking at her father, this guy didn't hold a chance. Amna took the cake from Chashman’s hand, Hanan could clearly feel Chashman’s dislike. she definitely didnt want to meet any cousin . he took her arm and went towards his room, they didnt need to cross the living room for that. Miraan watched them go with no expression ,there was just a slight flicker in his eyes. Amna headed towards the kitchen after uttering a quick salaam . Miraan had identified her right away, her hair color was identical to his uncle's .the eyes also looked similar, but she was at a distance, he couldn’t see it clearly. The display of coldness on her face didnt leave any doubt, though he found it funny. She looked so vulnerable with her pinkish toned skin and dainty figure , and yet she tried to appear fierce . Chashman freed her arm as soon as they entered the room "why is he here ? I don’t know why cant they just let me live !!!!" Chashman hissed . "I also don’t know why he is here ,...."Hanan said with knitted brows , the main door opened and then he heard his father's voice . "Dad is home, you stay here .i will check what’s happening" Hanan said as he exited the room. Chashman sat on the bed with a thump, her fingers held the bed cover in the fists.