Fariz and you are childhood friends. You were born an orphan in Pakistan. He was like an orphan like you at the Hustles Orphanage. You two have been close friends since then. You both were one of the first orphans there.

Years passed, no one adopted you both. Now, you both are seventeen years old and are the oldest ones at the orphanage. Your orphanage’s warden is Miss Karishma. Still, orphanage was something you both called home.

Every child at the orphanage was waiting for the dessert after dinner sitting on the dining table talking among themselves. Miss Karishma was gone for the week to some event so you were preparing Kheer for them.

“They're really excited, huh?” He said dryly walking in the kitchen leaning against the counter.