Chapter 247. Father's Love

Shehryar was watering the plants, humming a tune. The tune was really old and had many memories associated with it. He remembered when he was a little boy, his mother would sing him this tune as a lullaby. Even after despising his mother for many long years, he would always hum this tune whenever he felt content and happy with his life. Rasheeda was staring at him with thoughtful eyes. This man impressed her.

Just as Sheharzaad appeared in the garden holding Chahat in her arms, Rasheeda addressed Shehryar. "Has the thought of marriage never occurred to your mind?"

Shehryar gazed at Sheharzaad, who stilled at Rasheeda's words but played ignorant as she combed Chahat's hair.

He lowered his ashamed gaze, not knowing what to answer. He repeated his mantra.

"Who would give their daughter's hand in mine? You know my reality. I am gareeb, maskeen, becha—"

"Bechara, hn hn." Rasheeda scoffed. "But you had to have girls throwing themselves at you. I mean, lo