Soon after dinner, Daniyal left, as it was already getting late. Noor after cleaning the table was called in her dadi's room.
Entering her room, it was all quiet and peaceful. And with every breath she took, she felt peacefulness filtering in her as well.
‘dadi, aapne bulaya?’
(You called?).
Only bedside lamps were on, lightening the room a little, warmth lingering in the air.
Jahan Ara begum was sitting on the bed, her back resting on the backboard, tasbeeh in her hand as she murmured the Ayas.
Nodding her head, she patted the place beside her on the bed, gesturing her to sit there.
Noor layed on the bed, putting her head on dadi's lap. Unintentionally jahan Ara begum started caressing her hair.
‘Noor, itni khamosh khamosh kiu ho?’
(Why are you so quiet?).
‘nahi Dado, Mai to nah
