Saad's pov:
I looked at the woman crying in my arms, her sobs wrecking her body and making me worried. No, scratch that. I looked at the 'lady' crying in my arms. I still had my doubts about calling her a woman because I didn't want to get killed by her just yet. At least not when I just escaped ammi's shot at trying her g*n at me.
Sighing, I rubbed her arm gently, wondering what ridiculous things was I even thinking about. This wasn't the time to decide whether to call her a woman or a lady!
"Accha ab bas karo. Aur kitna rogi?" Dipping my head down slightly, I quietly asked her in a murmur.
(Okay enough. How much more will you cry?)
"Until- I- I don't feel better." Sniffing, she croaked out before snuggling her face in my neck, her hands fisting my shirt.
"You need to rest too
