Later that evening—
Fresh out of the shower, Arham sat in his balcony, leaning back in the easy chair. But peace didn’t come. The morning’s incident kept flashing in front of his eyes. The girl’s bold words, her eyes, her presence. Why did she feel so familiar?
His thoughts broke at Nilima’s voice.
mom of ml
Khoka, stop playing games. Give me all the details of that girl.”
arham(ml)
What girl?”
Nilima blinked. Was her son suddenly losing his memory?
mom of ml
Don’t act smart with me. You don’t have to do anything. Just give me a photo and phone number of my future daughter-in-law.”
Arham’s brows knitted tighter. He stared at her face, but no—she wasn’t joking.
arham(ml)
When did I get married, Ma? Where exactly did you find this daughter-in-law of yours?”
mom of ml
“Khoka, do I look like I’m joking? You said in the living room that you liked someone. We’ll take a marriage proposal to her house.”
Arham froze.
His brows relaxed as the memory hit him. Yes… he had said those words. But it wasn’t deliberate. He had spoken almost absentmindedly, carried by something he himself didn’t understand.
And then it struck him.
The eyes.
The same eyes from the morning.
That girl—Shuvra.
His chest tightened.
Why? Why did I describe her? Why her, of all people?
Arham leaned back, closing his eyes, but the question echoed louder in his mind.
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