Someone's Forever

87.1 Sealed Secret

Ramadan ka ye pak Mahina aap sab ko mubarak!

Happy Forever Saturday!

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"At the end of the day, it isn't where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I'm going and never have been before."

― Warsan shire

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NIERA'S POV

After a gloomy night, the shining sun-rays seems like a change, a good one, the growling sky is quiet, shall I take it the bright light has put disciple over the grumpy sky.

The thought is enticing, and succeeds to bring a bright grin on my face. I glance above, from the shed of backyard's patio of Mrs. Mahri—yah's the day seems brighter. Is it just my observation or any charm of her delightful personality?

I muse grinning, before taking another sip of tea. Although the silent surroundings are greeting me, I know there are eyes watching over me, presences which aren't making presence but they are around, stiff, rigid and on guards.

Despite the sudden whip of alert realization, I continue to grin.

The thoughts like these are far more comforting and relaxing than the claustrophobic maze, the recent incidents have left me in.

I let out a resigned sigh, pressing my palm over the middle of my chest feeling the new found eccentric warmth.

"Sweetie!" through the rim of cup, I look up, the delightful lady of the house comes to my view, with apron smeared in flour and hair drizzled with some of white of same, I watch in amusement as she bounces her way to me with a plate in hand.

I let out a happy chuckle, one thing about her I have noticed, she is a wonderful host. Despite the whole fiasco, the events and situation on which I was shifted here, she always brings me new dishes to taste. According to her, she loves to make new dishes, and I, being here have brought her a person who can taste and judge her recipes. As experimental guinea pig as it sounds, all her dishes taste palatable and exceptional.

Mrs. Mah—riyah is a great cook. Proven fact!

"See, how they look?" soon the plate is in my line of sight, the butter dripping parathas winking at me, a sigh of satisfaction escapes my lips, before I wink at the curious lady awaiting my response.