Chapter 25

At the Khawaja’s mansion, Mrs Khawaja sat in her room in front of the vanity table, applying her cosmetic when Mr Asad came along from outside.

“Are you going to Rayan’s housewarming party?” Mr Asad asked, standing behind her.

“That should be called a singles party, Asad,” Mrs Khawaja smiled, looking at him through the mirror. “Rayan doesn’t want parents at his party,” she said. “I will be going shopping with Jasveen today. We want to shop more for the wedding,” she added.

“That’s good. You need some money?” Mr Asad asked, walking and sitting on the bed.

“Don’t worry, honey, the bill on me. My son’s wedding is going to be the talk of the town and Pakistan as a whole,” she stated blissfully.

“The wedding is all yours for the preparation. Don’t hesitate to let me know if you need some money,” he said.

“Sure, how do I look?” she asked, standing up. She was elegantly dressed in her purple beaded saree. Her golden pieces of jewelry g