"Abbu! Chachajaan wants to talk to you", the girl left saying that.
All Zain wanted to see the face behind this sweet voice.
Next morning Zain woke up to find someone keeping a galss on the stool beside him. This wasn't the old man but the same girl. Zain made him sit, the girl had reached the door till now. Hearing the sound of someone sitting she said but without turning properly.
"Oh you woke up. Abbu has gone for some work, will return in an hr. I have kept the "Haldi wala doodh" on the table beside you. Drink it. It will help you in fighting the pain"
Before Zain could say a word, she disappered. Sighing Zain looked at the glass of milk. He remembered hs mother used to make him drink the milk and he used to always make faces. He smiled and took the glass and drank it. Remembering his mother he thought he neeeds to inform his family and also the Army headquarters that he is safe and mission had been successful.
After drinking milk he got up from the bed. He had bandages all over his shoulder, his head also was bandaged. He moved out of the room. He saw the same girl was standing in a room which in a corner which Zain assumed was kitchen. She was cooking.
"I need to freshen up"
The girl turned. Now Zain was able to see her face properly. Her face was as beautiful as her voice.
"The washroom is over there", the girl said pointing finger towards a door then she turned and again got busy in cooking.
Zain freshen up. He was unable to wear the shirt with his wounded shoulders. The girl came with a tray in her hand. Seeing Zain struggling she kept the tray and hesitantly stepped forwards. She took the shirt nd..
"No I will do that"
"I know soldiers are brave and don't want any favors and nor I have any any habit of helping strangers but its just Abbu like army people and he had bought u here so u r our guest and don't want our guest to have any problem", she kept saying while helping him wear the shirt.
"But your Abbu said you had found me injured and told him"
Aliya stared at him but without saying anything she turned.
"Your breakfast is on table. Have it."
She left the room.
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