"Zayan, look at your hair beta. It's getting so dry. When Areesha wasn't married, she used to oil your hair and now you don't even bother." Zayan's mother chided him and he groaned. He had returned from his office an hour ago and he was so tired after the long day at work.
"Ma, my hair is fine." He groaned as he switched the channel with the remote.
"Get the oil from the cabinet and I'll oil your hair." She said.
"I don't want to get my hair oiled." He said. He hated to put that hair oil in his head.
"No get up, and get it. Or you are going to go bald one day." She said thumping his back.
Reluctantly, he got up and dragged his feet to the washroom to get the hair oil.
He returned with the bottle and his mother made him sit on a cushion on the floor as she unscrewed the lid from the b
