After exchanging goodbyes, I opened the door of my car to sit, when I unintentionally looked at the window on the corner of their house, and there she was, peeking. I sent her a wink, as she disappeared hurriedly, embarrassed being caught.
Haya Syed, soon, very soon.
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"I don't know what to say Asmara. Haya is your daughter. You know what is best for her." Huma sighed, as she sat down with her back pressed to the headboard.
"Huma Apa Haya is your daughter as well. Also, you know, why I am hesitating.." Asmara trailed off, looking away.
Huma placed a hand on her's that was placed on her knee. "Daniyal is a sensible boy. Even though I didn't raise him, but I know he took after his father."
"I know Apa. I love Daniyal as my son. He will be the best choice for my Haya..."
"Then wh
