Early in the morning, Mukadil was fussing over nothing, worsening Ashley’s mood with continuous blabbering.
“Hurry up, we will be late.”
As he promised her to arrange a ceremony, he asked her to pack so that they can go and see his family.
“But what about my parents, Mukadil? How can I tell them that I am mated to my servant?”
Her voice was laced with humor while she was arranging clothes for Elena. Mukadil picked up Meena, as her crying session was about to start, and replied to her.
“My Dad will talk to your father. He is a diplomat, no one can deny his suggestions.”
Ashley laughed at Mukadil’s demo of his father, he literally mimicked him well.
“Although, Mukadil is a little irresponsible, yet he is my only son who has inherited care, love and devotion. He will take good care of your daughter.”
He balanced Meena on his one hand above her head and walked across the room.
“That’s how my father convinced my first brother’s beloved’s family.”
“Put her down!”