Severance Of Ties

Chapter Fifty Seven

Both of them settle down, Irtaza still holding her hand.

Hana wiggles her brows at Mushk, pointing at their joint hands, Mushk was astonished hearing his chuckle on Hana's teasing.

She thought he wouldn't like that, but here he was.

Completely whipped!

"Loosen up!" Irtaza whispers in her ears, noticing her stiff posture.

Mushk just keeps looking at his hands, which were holding hers.

It was a beautiful vision, his rough hands holding her soft ones, firm yet delicate.

Olt was as if his roughness was protecting her softness.

Ibrahim runs towards her and collides with her knees, telling her to pick him. Mushk smiles at him and picks him, to which Irtaza reluctantly leaves her hand.

It wasn't even an hour to their wedding and his son already took her attention. Irtaza was looking at his son, his eyes playfully narrowed at him. Ibrahim stuck his tongue out and hugged Mushk. Her jewelry and shimmery dress attract the baby.

The guests were gone for a buffet, yet Ibrahim and Murtuza were still with them.

A tired sigh left Mushk's mouth and she leaned back squirming in her place, as Ibrahim still wasn't ready to let her go.

Taking a fussy Ibrahim from her lap, he moves his hand towards her hair and slowly pulls down the veil till her shoulders. Mushk was speechless at his actions.

"Sit comfortably no one is here" Irtaza whispers to her, who immediately looks down. Her cheeks red!

A while later, Irtaza heard a small whisper.

"Thank you!",Mushk slowly whispers to him who nods his head in reply, a small smile appears on his face.

Soon Hana came running like a bull, with a waiter following them with trays in his hands. She stops in front of them, giving them a big smile, still huffing and puffing due to all that running.

She was a comic sight, the waiter or so she assumed was stifling his laugh seeing her flushed state, and the lunatic smile with her heavy skirt in her small fist, she was looking like a 4 year old child. "I come bearing food." Hana sings and moves towards them, taking Ibrahim in her arms.

"You waiter! set the food for them" Hana turns towards the waiter and orders him making Irtaza raises his eyebrows at her.

"Wait... Who told you he is our waiter?" Irtaza questions Hana, who turns towards him starting her head.

"What is the need for anyone to say? His dressing says it all." Hana chirped.

Irtaza, who was amused at his sister's antics, gets up and goes to his friend.

"I told you not to wear that stupid bow-tie, you're indeed looking like a waiter." Irtaza chuckles at his friend while Hana's eyes widen realizing the blunder she just committed.

Hana immediately hides behind her brother, trying to shield herself from his death glare.

"Its okay bro! He is your friend so he is supposed to help in your wedding." All of sudden Hana gains her confidence back and tells them.0000