Shehryaar left his home towards an unknown turn which led him to fall, literally down the valley and metaphorically for the girl who became his home.
Dive in to this short story for good movements, a lot of smiles, some tears and heart full of love...
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SHEHRYAAR FIROZ SHAH & AZEEN ALAM
The car rolled down the roads and the Bluetooth connected to the car dashboard bubbled with a disappointed sigh from the most important person in his life.
"Dado, please do not worry yourself. I will be home within no time." He tried consoling the old man on the other side.
"You shouldn't have left like that. Nafisa cannot say all that to my grandson." The aged voice blasted through the car.
"Dado, choti Ammi was angry. Now I cannot hold her accountable for words she didn't think before speaking, can I? You have always taught me not to remember words spoken in anger, they are baseless and only a way to lunge anger out of the human heart." He reminded him of the words he had heard all his life from his Dado and his Bi Jaan. "You know the moment she calms down, she forgets everything and showers us with her cooking. You know we love her yakhni pulao, that's why we piss her off, don't we? "
