SAD AYRAA 19

Ayraa cried softly, not wanting Danish to hear her cry.

Ayraa's heart felt tight, how could Chello, the man she loved so much, could speak to her future wife like that.

"How could you think like me Chell? I thought you were really my best friend, but you aren't. I hope we won't see each other again." Ayraa said silently as she wiped her tears.

After releasing all the tightness in her chest, Ayraa cooked for Danish who must have been waiting a long time.

Without being able to let go of her sadness, Ayraa finished her cooking then brought her upstairs to Danish's room.

"How long have you been cooking Ayraa?" asked Danish still sitting in his wheelchair anxiously waiting for Ayraa's return.

"There is something missing for the basic spices Sis. So you have to buy them at the front shop." Ayraa replied as she put her food on the wheelchair table without looking at Danish who stared at her unblinking.