Chapter 67

Abrar

Zoya was never a sensitive girl but I could sense she was holding back her tears too. She had many things unwrapped inside her that I didn't know. However, I always knew that there was another Zoya hidden inside her whom I still didn't know.

"Are you missing your ammi too? You can call her up", I said when I listened to her broken voice.

"Nothing like that. And I never cried missing my ammi. I cried missing her last time when I was twelve. That was the last time", she said.

"You were in—"

"America", she said before I could speak. "Eight years in America. Six years in Delhi. Far away from them. I'm kinda habitual to stay alone"

I never felt like she was out of the country for such a long time. Her behavior never felt that way. She was always like the desi girl.

"What's in Delhi? I mean you finished your studies in America if I'm not wrong", I asked curiously because it was something that I was totally unaware of. "Sorry if