He threw his beige shawl over his shoulder and sighed. Today was a long day of work, he had to deal with his mother, maa begum and the girl who was shamelessly after him, haya. Yet when he saw his wife, everything seemed to fade away as if it never existed in the first place. He walked over to the railing, which she was leaning on. If a hug represented how much he loved her, he would hold her in his arms forever.

"Kia kar rahi ho? Kafi raat hogayi hai."