---Hussian's POV ---

I was up all night thinking about life. I wish my parents were here. Shehry and I had gotten adopted after my parents had passed away. I was too little to remember them, but I experience what life would have like with them through the stories he'd share.

My adoption parents always liked Shehry better. Why? I have no idea.

I knew after graduation I'd move away from here, but the question becomes where.

I went downstairs and heard them taking about a wedding. I didn't bother going any further.

I didn't mind my life getting treated the way it was through them. No way in hell I was going to let someone else's.

Yes, I used to flirt with every girl but I learned my lesson.

Abh toh woh Arya ki chappar sa dar lagtha hai.

I won't ever flirt with anyone again. Patha nahi woh khana sah akar chappar mara dha gi.

Actually, ever since I turned that assignment in and she slapped so hard that I couldn't feel my face for a day, I've not even looked at a girl.

Wow, never thought one person could change me.

WAIT! What if they weren't talking about mine?

I went back downstairs and started to easedrop.

But honestly who'd give their daughter to someone who's in-laws are well, awful.

"Hey Hussian. Come here," Mom said.

Ya, I still called her mom. I mean they did put a roof over my head and then torture me underneath it.

"Ya?" I asked.

"Go and pick up this stuff," she said.

"Anything else?" I asked.

I was hoping that she'd mention something about the wedding.

"No. Now leave," she said.

"Okay," I said taking the list with me and left.