"Good morning, aunty," Myra wished, stepping inside the kitchen.
"Morning Myra," Mihika wished her back.
"Aunty, where is Diya?" Myra asked, looking here and there.
"College," she answered.
Myra stood in front of her and held her hand. "Mihika Aunty, are you angry with me?" she asked, looking at her.
Myra's POV.
She kissed my cheek and shook her head no."No, baccha, I'm not mad at you...you're not at fault, my son is," she explained.
"I want to me, Aunty."and I stammered something.
"You want to meet Zain?" she asked, and I bobbed my head.
"First have your breakfast, then the driver will drop you off," she said.
"Aunty, it's ok, I'll go alone. I have my car. Just give me the address," I said.
"But baccha, you are new here. You may." I cut her off.
"Aunty, nothing will happen. Ju
