" Inaya, baby come and join us. Look at yourself, you seem weak.
You did not have you lunch as well, come here".... Mohit spoke entering inside her room who was scratching the poor pages of her book with a fork effusing her anger over it.
Her eyes were dizzy, she indeed looked so pale and weak. Inaya stood upright thus making the fork to fall down somewhere on the floor. " No thank you Uncle, but I have no appetite. ".... She excused avoiding any contact but her stomach grumbled ferociously at the next moment making her uncle to narrow his eyes catching her red handed.
"Ohh yeah, I can see that well. Inaya! Your tummy is growling. If you will not eat anything then how will you get the energy to do your work. You know na our body needs food for energy like an engine requires fuel "...
