“Who is he?”
Cyra's mind turned completely blank for a moment the second her father asked her that thing. Who was he? Who was that man with whom she needed to live the rest of her life? Who was that man, whom she had fallen for? Who was that ‘he’ for her?
She had never thought answering this question could become this difficult and tough. She had never even expected that answering this question was going to rewrite her entire fate, future and life.
“Cyra, your dad is asking you something,” her mother uttered in a slightly strict tone when Cyra kept her mouth quiet.
Even after hearing her mother, Cyra kept her mouth sealed.
“Cyra….”
“I…I want you both to meet him personally,” she finally opened her mouth, halting her mother in the middle.
Her indirect answers angered her mother m
