75. The One Where I Meet His Family

"Kabir? Have you been running?" His mother asked.

Shocked by his name, I stared at the back to find him panting in his nightwear.

"Is Alina here?" He didn't care to wait for his answer and halted his eyes at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He sauntered inside. "Nisha couldn't lie in front of me."

Of course.

He and Nisha had this weird twin mojo.

"Who said you to come and talk to my parents?" He asked. "What are you doing here? Did dad say anything to you?" I shook my head.

"Actually," his dad interrupted. "We were going to have a breakfast. Mind joining us?" He gaped at his dad. "It has french toast and your favorite paranthas."

"But weren't you angry at me?" He asked innocently. I controlled my laughter and coughed to cover up the signs.

"Yes, but your girlfriend has a way of melting it." His dad winked at me. "Let's have a breakfast together." His father nodded at the breakfast table. "Enough fights."

"I'm still living with her," he argued.

"She made it clear." His mother placed a hand