Azaan hurriedly entered his room, carefully avoiding anyone in the hallway.
His knuckles, bruised and hastily bandaged, throbbed under the cloth, but he couldn't let anyone see.
He locked the door behind him, took a quick shower, and changed into a fresh pair of clothes.
The steaming water soothed his aching hand, but his mind was occupied with ways to keep the injury hidden.
Descending the stairs, the delicious aroma of his favorite dish greeted him.
A small, childlike smile tugged at his lips as he followed the scent to the dining room.
The table was set, and everyone was already seated, chatting animatedly.
Shama spotted him and waved him over. "Azaan, aa jao. Tumhara favorite banaya hai aaj."
("Azaan, come on. I've made your favorite dish today.")
She served him lovingly, and he eagerly began digging in, his face lighting up with happiness.
Nasir, sitting nearby, watched the scene with mock jealousy.
His lips twitched as he muttered under his breath, "Waah, kya baat hai. Meri hi biwi ko mujhse cheen liya iss zaalim ne."
("Wow! This tyrant has taken my own wife away from me.")
Yasir, sitting beside him, overheard and chuckled softly.
Leaning closer, he whispered, "Bhaijaan, yeh zaalim aapka beta hai."
("Brother, this tyrant is your son.")
Nasir sighed dramatically. "Yahi toh dikkat hai na, Yasir. Isse kuch keh bhi nahi sakta. Aulad hai meri, mohabbat jo hai isse."
("That's the problem, Yasir. I can't even say anything to him. He's my child, and I love him.")
Yasir stifled another laugh, but Ziniya, catching their hushed tones, raised an eyebrow. "Yeh tum dono kya khusphus kar rahe ho? Hume bhi batao."
("What are you two whispering about? Tell us too.")
All eyes turned to Nasir and Yasir, who exchanged startled looks.
Yasir quickly covered, "Kuch nahi, Ammi. Bhaijaan bas Azaan ki tareef mein kaside padh rahe the."
("Nothing, Mom. Brother was just singing praises of Azaan.")
Nasir choked on his food, glaring at Yasir, while Azaan looked at his father with a mischievous grin.
He loved teasing Nasir about his obvious favoritism towards Shama, which often made his father act like a sulking child.
"Really, Abbu? Aap meri tareef kar rahe the? Mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha hai," Azaan teased, his tone mock-serious.
("Really, Dad? You were praising me? I can hardly believe it.")
Nasir narrowed his eyes at him. "Haan, haan, bade aaye."
("Yeah, yeah, as if!")
Azaan cheekily winked, making Nasir grumble under his breath.
Shama, watching the father-son banter, shook her head. "In dono ka kuch nahi ho sakta."
("These two are hopeless.")
Just then, Saima cleared her throat. "Ammi, hume aap sab se ek zaroori baat karni hai."
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