Shanzay’s POV
It was 8:30 in the night when I came out of my room. 7 hours had been passed since Uncle and Aunt left. I know I crossed the line speaking in front of elders but I couldn’t stand it any longer. Someone had to do that, tell them that they are done pressurizing us.
I went to Mama’s room. I knew she would be there, well of course crossed with me. I opened the door and went inside. She was sitting in her arm chair reading some book.
Her room was simple and organized. Her furniture was of dark timber wood, beige curtains drawn on the window and the walls were painted off-white. Lamps were placed at the side-tables.
“Mama?” I called her lightly.
“Not now Shanzay, I am not in the mood.” She said sternly without looking at me.
“Mama please just listen to me once, pleaseee….pret
