Anaar Kali's POV:
I was crying badly when Ammi jaan entered my small room. She stopped at the entrance, watching me with concern and worry. I rubbed my teary wet cheeks with the back of my hand and stood up.
"Why are you here? Do you need something?" I asked her. She just smiled sadly.
"Why are you crying, my child. You sent him away by yourself." And I smiled lazily.
"He is not the reason Ammi. Never will be!" She raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that?" And I chuckled.
"Nothing. Just saying! Anyway what is it?" She sighed.
"Your father wants to see you." And my eyes widen with joy.
"He's here..." I almost cried from joy. I love him very much. He's my hero, my ideal.
"Yes, in his room. Go!" She said, then she left. I grinned.
"Yup, I’m coming!" And walked out. It's almost
