Veer's pov

The project was completed, and it's a success. Well, why shouldn't it be? I was doing it, and I don't like to praise myself, but I'm the definition of perfection.

Jace organised a success party, and I'm heading there. Finally, it's done, and after tonight, I don't have to see that Genghis Khan ki poti.

She is a great businesswoman and partner, but the fact can't be changed that she is my sworn enemy. Whom do I hate from the bottom of my heart.

I like the fact that she achieved what she desired and was way better than she expected. She is successful, feisty, bold, courageous, strong, and hardworking.

A woman should be like that. Fearless and not dependent on anyone. But under no circumstances am I going to ever praise her on her face. No. Never.

As I reached the party, everyone was there except for her. She is not here. Her secretary, Claire, came instead of her.

She informed us that Noor wants to come, but an important meeting has to be attended, so she can't make it. Blah!Blah! Blah! Blah! She doesn't want to come, so she is not here. Simple. 

Party ended. I enjoyed it a lot, as it's my last day in Australia, and I'm so excited to go back home.

It's been months since I saw my mother. I'm missing her so much.

I know you might be thinking that I'm a big boy and still a mom's boy. Think whatever you want to think. I don't give a damn.

There are only two important women in my life, and she is one of them. Well, just leave it.

Finally, after a long flight, I landed back in India. It's early morning, and as I stepped inside, a mild fragrance of sandalwood and flowers hit my nostrils, and morning prayers and enchanting words landed in my ear.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes.

"Home." I said, Inhaling, "Sweet home."

Actually, it's early morning and my mother's prayer time.

I take off my shoes and run towards the puja room, and here she is. Love of my life.

You must be thinking, What a filmy scene! I know. I know. My Maa (mother) is a xerox of a typical Ekta Kapoor's show female lead. (Daily soap queen in India) But only in religious terms, not otherwise.

She was doing her puja, and I hugged her from behind. "Good morning, Maa."

She slapped my hand and shushed me to not disturb her puja.

I sit there quietly. Well, I'm not a very religious person. My faith is long gone from God, but I have faith in my maa (mother), so I always do whatever she says.

After completing her prayers, she offered me Aarti, which I didn't take as usual, so she ran her hand over Diya and put her hand over my head. Put Prasad in my mouth.

"Prasad ko na nhi kehte (we'll never say no to Prasad)." She said this, ruffling my hair, and I hugged her.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." She replied, caressing my back.

"Bahut bhook lgi hai jldi kuch bna do (I'm starving; please make something). I missed the food made by your hands." I said it like a child.

"Mai ab budhi ho rhi hu. Biwi le aa apne liye.( I'm getting old. Bring a wife for you..)" She replied, leaving me behind.

"No, I'll never." I said it while running after her. "Only you will make food for me." I kissed her cheek and said, "Because I'll never get a wife." I said it teasingly and ran towards my room.

Noor's pov

Finally, the project was completed, and it was a huge success. Mr. Hemsworth organised a success party, but I didn't attend it and came back to London.

As you know, I have tolerated Jalkukda Randhawa for more than a month, and I can't see his idiotic face anymore. So I skip the party and come back to London.

Only I know how I spend those days and work with him.

Life comes back on the old track. Work, work,work and work. The thing I love most

But one day, I got a surprise. I came back home after work and saw Bhaijan sitting on the couch.

I can't believe my eyes. I ran to him. He stood up and hugged me.

"I missed you so much." I hugged him tightly.

"Not more than me." He replied, caressing my head. Break our hug and wipe my teary eyes. Kissed my forehead.

"Ghar pe sab kaise hai? (How is everyone back home?") I ask, sniffing. "Ammi? Bhabhijaan nhi aai apke sath? (S-i-l didn't come with you?) Or Hamza?" I ask in one go.

"No, they didn't come. I come alone. I have some business here." He replied.

"I'll make dinner for you. You must be hungry." I said this while running towards the kitchen. He smiled.

My life turned out a little happier with his arrival. I'm not alone at the dining table anymore.

He stayed for some weeks, and all those weeks were really peaceful for me. My mind was at ease knowing that I have family with me. Maybe just for a while, but he is here.

But one day, my world turned upside down.

We are having dinner quietly. Today's dinner is special because Bhaijan made my favourite dishes.

"Noor, it's enough. Now come back home." He said it out of the blue, and I stopped eating.

"Bhaijan, you know..."

"I have known enough. Now it's enough. You are coming back with me." He said this while cutting me off. "You are not a child. You are grown up. Now you can understand your childish excuse for leaving home."

"Childish?" I'm shocked. "It's what you think?"

"It's years. Now move on. Ahmed Khan is gone. We hated him, and only he deserves our hatred, not them."

"I don't hate them."

"And you don't even love them."

"Why would I bhaijan?"

"They are family, if you accept or not."

"I'll never be Bhaijan. You might have a bond with Aadhil, but never expect anything from me."

"Noor....."

"No, Bhaijan, please. We suffered a lot because of that man. You and Ammi have both gone through so many hard times because of him. While he and his new so-called family were living happily," By this time, I had tears in my eyes. "It's always hurt bhaijan here." I said, touching my heart, "remembering all those moments. How did you and Ammi both work day and night? You lost your childhood because of them."

I burst out crying. He came to me, held my face in my palms, and said, "That's all because of what me and Ammi suffered, right? All your anger is because of that. Haina? (Right?)" He asked, and I nodded. "Then if me and Ammi can forgive them, then why don't you? Let it go. It'll only hurt you and us. We have been hurting for years. Yearning for you. We missed our Noor day and night. I missed my daughter. Please come back home." He said it emotionally, with moist eyes. "Stop hurting yourself. I know you can't live without us."

It clenched my heart.

"Bhaijan......"

"Ammi is missing you day and night, Noor. Come, at least for her."

"I have a business to take care of." I said, wiping my eyes. Trying to make an excuse.

"Noor tujhe kasam hai meri. (Noor, you have my swear)" He said that and put my hand over his head. He gave me a swear. His swear. He is far more precious to me.

"Why bhaijan?" I cried.