Chapter 91

Zoya

"Will you please speak up? Your silence is giving me panic attacks, Zoya", ammi kept yelling when I was sitting on the couch, darting my eyes on the ceiling. I was in no mood to talk about anything but it was literally a disorder of Indian moms to panic when they see their married daughter with luggage!

Well, not because of the luggage.

But when they also see the silence and calmness.

"Can't I come to my home, ammi?", I gasped, closing my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You can. You definitely can. And you can stay for months and years! But definitely not in this condition. What happened last night? Will you tell me? Why did you and Abrar leave the party abruptly?"

No doubt I had inherited the qualities of my mother. I wanted some time to speak up but she was not giving me the damn space which I was not giving to Abrar either.

"Ammi, I need some rest", I pulled myself from the couch. My head was still aching because of the continuous cryi