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It happened then. The feeling that filled his soul was about to burst out of him, and he said it. Something he hadn't had the courage to admit out loud, one rainy night in an inn room, or on a beach while looking for shells, or in an audience chamber full of hostile faces.
Heirs: chapter 38 (finale)
Dil To Pagal Hai ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
Chapter 2 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
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Uzair didn’t move for a second after she had spoke.
Then he let out a slow breath through his nose, like the entire conversation was already beneath him.
“Tumhe lagta hai main is baat pe tumse argue karunga?” he said flatly, tilting his head slightly. “Seriously?”
Aisha didn’t even blink.
“Main tumse permission nahi maang rahi,” she said calmly. “Bas sach sunna chahti hoon.”
“Confirmation?” he repeated, voice lower now. “Kya main yahan teri curiosity satisfy karne ke liye baitha hoon?”
He moved. One step towards her, then another. Slow enough that it wasn’t a threat in motion, it was a statement of control. Like he was deciding the space between them, not asking permission for it.
Aisha didn’t step back. That alone made something shift in his expression.
He came closer. Close enough now that the distance wasn’t conversational anymore, it was deliberate pressure. The kind of proximity that forced awareness without touching anything.
“Sun lo,” he said, voice low and steady, “jo bhi tu kar rahi hai, jo bhi tu tere dimaag mein kahani bana rahi hai, yeh sab se mera koi lena dena nahi hai.”
A pause. His eyes didn’t leave hers.
“Aur frankly,” he added, “mujhe farq bhi nahi padta.”
Aisha’s jaw tightened instantly at that tone, but she still didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact, didn’t give him the satisfaction.
Uzair noticed, but he didn’t react. He just continued like she was background noise he was choosing to tolerate for a few more seconds.
“Tumhe lagta hai tum kisi bade conspiracy ka part ho,” he said slowly, “ya tumhara dost kisi ‘system’ ka victim hai, ya jo bhi story tum apne dimagh mein bana rahi ho, good for you.”
A faint shrug, completely dismissive.
“Jaake answers dhoondo. Poora shehar jala dena agar chaho toh, mujhe honestly koi farq nahi padta.”
His words were rough, indifferent. Like she didn’t even qualify as an inconvenience he cared to oppose properly.
Aisha finally spoke, voice steady but low. “Mujhe pata hai ki tumhe koi farq nahi padta?”
That made a faint, almost annoyed exhale leave him.
He leaned in just slightly more, not exactly invading, or touching, just closing the space enough that it felt intentional again. “Tumhe lagta hai main yahan tumhari life pe opinion dene aaya hoon?” he said. “Tum kya karo, kya socho, kis ke peeche jao, yeh sab tumhara problem hai.” A pause. “Bas mujhe ismein mat ghaseetna.”
Aisha held his gaze.
For a second, neither of them moved. The warehouse noise faded slightly in the background, voices, metal shifting, distant movement, but between them everything felt compressed.
Aisha finally spoke again. “Tumhe is baat se itni problem kyun hai?” she asked quietly.
That made his eyes narrow slightly. “Problem?” he repeated.
Aisha didn’t flinch. “Tumhe sab kuch itna irrelevant kyun lagta hai?” she continued. “Tumhe kisi cheez se farq hi nahi padta ya tum pretend kar rahe ho?”
That did it. Not anger, not reaction, just a subtle tightening in his expression. He stared at her for a second longer than necessary.
Then said flatly, “Tum samajh nahi rahi, main tumhari tarah cheezon ko meaning nahi deta.”
Aisha didn’t look away. “Ya phir tum already jaante ho kya chal raha hai,” she said softly.
That landed differently, something paused in him. Something Aisha could see in his eyes.
Not concerned, not fear, just calculation.
Then it vanished. He straightened slightly, breaking the tension just enough to regain control of it. “Sun lo,” he said again, voice colder now, “tumhare liye ek last time bol deta hoon.”
A pause. “Mujhe tumse koi lena dena nahi hai.” He gestured faintly toward the exit. “Tum kya kar rahi ho, kis ke peeche ja rahi ho, kis cheez mein apna time waste kar rahi ho, mujhe farq nahi padta, bas mujhe ismein involve mat karo.”
Then came the silence, it wasn’t loud, but rather heavy.
Aisha stood there for a moment longer, eyes locked on his, like she was deciding whether he was worth another sentence.
Then something in her expression shifted. It wasn’t defeat, and it definitely wasn’t anger. If anything, it was control, the kind that came from forcing every emotion back behind a wall before it could show on her face. She exhaled slowly, steadying herself, before quietly saying, “Fine.”
Uzair didn’t react. He didn’t soften, didn’t acknowledge the change in her tone, and didn’t look even slightly affected by the fact that she had stopped arguing altogether. He stood there with the same unreadable expression, as though the conversation had already ended for him minutes ago and he was only waiting for her to realize it too.
Aisha finally turned slightly toward the door, ready to leave, but before she could take another step, she stopped herself. Her grip tightened briefly around the strap of her bag before relaxing again. Without fully turning back toward him, she said calmly, her voice precise enough to land harder than if she had raised it, “Tum jitna bhi ignore kar lo… iska matlab yeh nahi ki yeh tumhe touch nahi karega.”
For the first time since the conversation started, something in Uzair’s expression shifted. It was small and almost impossible to catch, but his eyes flickered for a second in a way that made it clear her words had reached him, whether he wanted them to or not. The moment disappeared just as quickly as it came.
By then, though, Aisha was already walking out.
Uzair stayed exactly where he was, watching her steps with the same detached stillness he had carried through the entire conversation. He then started to turn away from her, facing the other way to go back to doing whatever he was previously, like she was nothing important and this had meant nothing to him at all.
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The silence that followed her last words didn’t last long. She stopped just a few steps away from Uziar’s office exit. For a moment, it looked like she would walk out the same way she had walked in, tense, sharp, unresolved.
But then something in her movement shifted. Slowly, controlled.
When she turned back around, her expression had changed completely. The edge was still there, but it wasn’t sharp anymore. “Ek minute.”
Uzair didn’t even turn fully back at first. He let out a quiet breath through his nose, like she was testing his patience in a way he no longer found interesting.
“Ab kya hai?” he muttered, not bothering to hide the irritation anymore.
Aisha stepped back into the space instead of leaving it, but there was no aggression in the movement this time. No confrontation, no force, just presence.
When she spoke, her tone stayed low. “Main galat tareeke se aayi thi.”
That made him pause, not because he believed it, but because it didn’t match her. Aisha Wazir didn’t admit things like that. Not easily, not in front of people like him.
Uzair finally looked at her properly again, his expression tightening slightly.“Ab yeh kya naya drama hai?” he said flatly.
Aisha didn’t react to the jab. She didn’t rise to it, didn’t push back. That alone shifted the atmosphere in a way that made it harder to read her.
“Main tumse ladne nahi aayi hoon,” she said calmly. “Aur na hi tumhe yeh samjhane ke liye ki main sahi hoon.” A faint pause followed. “Mujhe usse koi farq nahi padta.”
Uzair’s eyes narrowed slightly, because that wasn’t what he expected. Aisha continued before he could interrupt, voice steady in a way that felt intentionally controlled. “Main yahan sirf ek cheez ke liye aayi hoon, information.”
The silence tightened again, not hostile this time. Suspicious.
Uzair exhaled slowly, shifting his weight as he studied her. “Information?” he repeated, like the word itself was unnecessary. “Tumhe lagta hai main yahan tumhari enquiry desk chala raha hoon?”
Aisha shook her head slightly. “Tumhare paas jo access hai,” she said, “mere paas nahi hai.”
A pause. “Simple hai.”
That simplicity made him look at her for longer than before, because nothing about the energy she had walked in with earlier had been simple. Aisha had entered like someone prepared for confrontation, sharp-edged and defensive, but now she stood in front of him with an unsettling level of control that made her harder to read.
She continued anyway, her tone still calm and even. “Abhi jo chal raha hai uska direct effect feel nahi ho raha hoga abhi,” she said. “Ya tum ignore kar rahe ho. Dono mein se koi bhi ho.”
Uzair’s jaw tightened faintly at that, but he didn’t interrupt her. He only kept watching her, his expression carefully neutral in the way people became when they didn’t want to reveal they were listening more closely than intended.
Aisha held his gaze steadily. “Lekin yeh sirf mera issue nahi hai.”
Something subtle shifted in the room after that. The tension didn’t disappear, but it changed shape. Uzair straightened slightly without seeming fully aware of it himself, his attention sharpening in a way that made it obvious the conversation had finally moved past dismissal.
Aisha noticed immediately, though she didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she stepped forward just enough to place herself back into the conversation properly, not close enough to invade his space, not enough to feel confrontational, but enough that ignoring her completely would now take effort.
“Tumhe farq nahi padta meri wajah se,” she said. “Theek hai.” A brief pause followed before she added, quieter this time, “Lekin tumhe apni situation se farq padta hai.”
What she said landed differently. It felt less like persuasion and more like she had placed a fact directly in front of him and expected him to deal with it logically.
Uzair’s face remained unreadable, but his eyes were more focused now.
Aisha continued, lowering her voice slightly. “Jo bhi dock pe hua,” she said carefully, “woh random nahi tha. Aur agar tum honestly apne area ko samajhte ho, toh tumhe bhi yeh baat pata honi chahiye.”
A faint silence stretched between them. Uzair didn’t respond immediately, he didn’t agree with her, but he didn’t deny it either, and that hesitation alone told her enough.
Aisha chose not to push further in that direction. Instead, she shifted the conversation away from confrontation entirely without moving away from the point itself. “Main tumse trust maang nahi rahi,” she said.
That made him look at her again, more sharply this time.
Aisha met his gaze without flinching. “Main tumse yeh bhi nahi keh rahi ki tum mujhe pasand karo,” she continued. “Main bas yeh keh rahi hoon ke practical bano.”
That word made something in his expression tighten slightly. Practical, not emotional, not personal, operational.
Uzair exhaled slowly through his nose, his eyes narrowing just enough to show he was testing the shift in tone rather than rejecting it outright. “Practical?” he repeated.
Aisha nodded once. “Tumhare paas information hai jo mere paas nahi hai,” she said. “Aur mere paas pieces hain jo tumhare paas nahi hain.”
She let the statement settle before adding, “Agar hum dono alag alag kaam karte rahe, toh hum dono alag directions mein andhe rahenge.”
Uzair let out a short, humorless breath. “Ab tum mujhe strategy sikhaogi?” he asked, his voice flat again, though the hostility behind it felt weaker than before.
Aisha didn’t react to the insult. She didn’t defend herself, didn’t push back, and didn’t try to match his tone. That was the real shift between them now. No escalation, no emotional retaliation, just continuation.
“Main bas reality bata rahi hoon,” she said simply.
And somehow, that calmness unsettled him more than her anger had earlier. Because hostility was predictable, this wasn’t.
Uzair looked at her for a long moment, like he was trying to find the version of her he understood again, the one who reacted sharply, argued back, gave him something easier to categorize. But that version wasn’t standing in front of him anymore.
Before he could settle back into dismissal, Aisha spoke again.
“Main yeh nahi keh rahi ke yeh permanent hoga,” she said. “Aur na hi yeh koi personal partnership hai.”
She paused briefly before finishing, “Bas temporary setting, information exchange. Aur kuch nahi.”
The word temporary lingered in the air longer than expected.
Uzair’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Tum seriously yeh soch ke aayi ho ke main tumhare saath kaam karunga?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now.
Aisha answered immediately. “Nahi.”
That response made him pause properly. But she didn’t stop there.
“Main yeh soch ke aayi thi ke tum mana karoge,” she admitted. “Lekin main yeh bhi jaanti hoon ke tum itne bewakoof nahi ho ke patterns ignore karo jab woh tumhare territory tak pahunchne lagen.”
Silence stretched between them again.
Uzair’s expression stayed controlled, but something in his posture shifted almost imperceptibly. There was still caution there, still distrust, but less outright dismissal and more evaluation now.
Aisha noticed, and she kept going. “Tumhe lagta hai main yahan emotional reason leke aayi hoon,” she said. “Main nahi aayi.”
Her voice remained steady as she continued. “Main isliye aayi hoon kyunki yeh cheez contained nahi rahegi. Yeh spread karegi.”
A brief pause followed. “Aur agar yeh isi tarah spread hui… toh tumhare log bhi safe nahi rahenge.”
That changed the atmosphere again. Not because it sounded like a threat, but because it sounded plausible.
Uzair looked at her properly now, holding her gaze for longer than before. He still didn’t trust her, and he definitely hadn’t agreed with her, but for the first time since she walked in, he was no longer dismissing her entirely either.
And that, more than anything else, changed the tone of the room in a quiet, uncomfortable way, like something between them had shifted without either of them giving it permission to.
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The silence between them dragged out long enough that it stopped feeling like hesitation and started feeling intentional.
He had moved away from her slightly now, pacing once toward the side of the warehouse before stopping near one of the steel support beams.
One hand rested briefly against the back of his neck as he looked somewhere past her instead of directly at her, jaw tight in visible irritation.
Earlier, she had annoyed him, now she was becoming a problem.
And the worst part was that every logical point she made kept circling back in his head whether he wanted it to or not.
Aisha stayed where she was, watching him carefully but saying nothing. Pushing him now would ruin it. She could tell he was already halfway to throwing her out again.
Somewhere behind them, someone dragged a crate across the concrete floor. The sharp scraping sound echoed briefly through the warehouse before fading again into distant conversation and metal movement.
Uzair finally looked back at her. His expression hardening again.
“Tum samajh nahi rahi ho,” he said flatly. “Yeh koi chhota issue nahi hai jisme do log milke thoda information share karenge aur sab solve ho jayega.”
Aisha folded her arms loosely. “Maine kab bola solve ho jayega?”
“Tumhare bolne ki zarurat nahi hai.” His tone sharpened slightly. “Tum jis tarah yeh sab approach kar rahi ho na, usse clearly lag raha hai tumhe aadhi situation ki seriousness samajh bhi nahi aa rahi.”
That immediately irritated her. “Tumhe lagta hai mujhe seriousness samajh nahi aa rahi?” she shot back. “Mera dost—”
“Mujhe pata hai tumhara dost hospital mein hai,” Uzair cut her off sharply. “Har dusre sentence mein repeat karne ki zarurat nahi hai.”
Aisha’s expression barely changed. If anything, she just looked more irritated now. “Tum har baat ko itna unnecessarily difficult kyun bana dete ho?” she said flatly.
Uzair let out a short humorless laugh. “Kyuki mein tumhare tera har cheez ko personal drama bana ke decisions nahi leta.”
That immediately pulled her attention back toward him fully. “Drama?” she repeated slowly.
“Haan. Tum yahan answers ke liye kam aur apna gussa satisfy karne zyada aayi ho.”
Aisha stared at him for a second before scoffing quietly. “Tumhe lagta hai mujhe tumhari psychological analysis mein interest hai?”
“Tumhare reactions dekh ke lag raha hai.”
That only irritated her more, and Uzair noticed instantly. He stepped away from the beam and started toward her again slowly, not aggressive enough to be threatening, but deliberate enough to reclaim control of the conversation.
“Tum ek attack dekh ke panic mein yahan aa gayi,” he continued. “Main mahino se yeh sab dekh raha hoon.”
A faint pause. “Difference wahi hai.”
That made her jaw tighten immediately. Because unfortunately, part of her knew he wasn’t entirely wrong.
Uzair noticed the reaction and kept going before she could push back again. “Tumhe lagta hai partnership bana ke sab easy ho jayega?” he said. “Nahi hoga.”
“Maine easy nahi bola.”
“Phir bhi tum yeh expect kar rahi ho ke main apna network, apni information, apne log, sab kuch risk pe daal doon sirf isliye kyunki tum answers dhoond rahi ho.”
His voice had lowered now, calmer somehow, but colder too. “Main aisa kyun karunga?”
Aisha held his gaze steadily. “Kyuki tum already involved ho.”
Uzair immediately looked away again in irritation, dragging a hand across his jaw. “Yahi problem hai tumhari,” he muttered. “Tum ek line pakad leti ho aur usko chhodti nahi.”
Aisha didn’t deny it. “Kaam karta hai.”
That almost pulled another dry laugh out of him.Almost. Instead, he stared at her for another long second before speaking again. “Tum mere saath kaam nahi kar paogi.”
The statement came confidently, like he had already decided it. Aisha frowned slightly. “Aur woh kyun?”
“Kyuki tum pagal ho,” he said instead, voice flatter now. “Tum situation ko push karti ho jab tak woh phat na jaye.”
Aisha’s brows lifted slightly. Uzair ignored that completely and kept talking. “Tum unnecessarily risks leti ho.”
That finally made her scoff. “Tum mujhe risks pe lecture de rahe ho?”
His expression hardened immediately. “Haan.”
A short disbelieving laugh escaped her. “Waise ek baat batao,” she said slowly, sarcasm slipping into her tone, “tumne practical decisions lena kab se shuru kar diya?”
Uzair’s eyes narrowed faintly.
“Jitna maine suna hai, tum toh aadha time problems create karte ho aur baaki aadha time unhe control karne ki acting.”
That earned her a sharp look immediately. “Bohot bolti ho tum.”
“Galat bola?”
He stared at her for a second before answering. “Mere decisions kaam karte hain.”
“Isliye poora sheher tension mein ghoom raha hai?”
That visibly irritated him. Good.
Aisha noticed instantly. “Tumhe yahan achanak se samajhdaar banne ka act karne ki zaroorat nahi hai.” she continued. “Main yahan chillane ke liye nahi aayi. Main baat kar rahi hoon.”
Uzair let out a quiet breath through his nose, jaw tightening slightly. “Tumhe lagta hai tum bohot controlled ho?”
“Haan,” she replied immediately. “Especially tumhare comparison mein.”
That almost looked personal. And somehow, made the tension worse.
Because unlike before, she wasn’t reacting emotionally anymore. She was reading him correctly.
Uzair stared at her for a long second after that, expression unreadable now in a way that somehow felt more dangerous than anger. Then finally he muttered under his breath, “Tum bohot irritating ho.”
Aisha folded her arms again. “Aur tumhe control issues hain.”
He looked away briefly, visibly forcing himself back into patience. Aisha noticed that too. And for some reason, watching Uzair Baloch actively trying not to lose his temper was deeply entertaining.
For him, it was the opposite. Every calm sentence out of her mouth somehow irritated him more than the yelling earlier had. Because this version of Aisha was harder to push away.
The aggressive version he understood. This one sat there calmly dismantling every argument he made while looking completely unbothered doing it. It was exhausting.
Aisha exhaled slowly and leaned one shoulder lightly against the nearby metal table again. “Fine,” she said finally. “Trust mat karo.”
Uzair’s expression stayed unreadable. “Main karunga bhi nahi.”
“Theek hai.” She shrugged slightly. “Lekin tum bhi jaante ho ke alag alag kaam karna stupid hoga.”
He didn’t answer, which was answer enough.
“Soch toh rahe ho.”
“Mujhe sochne ki aadat hai,” he replied dryly.
“Mujhe laga bas attitude dene ki aadat hai.” That pulled another sharp glance from him. Donga quietly turned his face away in the background, very obviously hiding amusement now.
Uzair ignored him completely. For a moment, nobody spoke again. Then finally, visibly against his better judgement, Uzair muttered, “Theek hai.”
The words sounded reluctant even leaving his mouth. Aisha straightened slightly.
Uzair immediately pointed at her before she could say anything. “Lekin meri conditions hongi.”
“There it is,” she muttered under her breath.
“Mazak nahi kar raha.” His tone flattened instantly again.
The amusement disappeared from her face just as quickly. Uzair stepped closer now, attention fully fixed on her. “Pehli baat,” he said, “tum koi solo move nahi karogi.”
Aisha frowned immediately. “Kya?”
“Bina bataye kahin nahi jaogi. Kisi se milne nahi jaogi. Kisi lead ke peeche akeli nahi bhaagogi.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She snapped back. “Nahi,” he replied calmly. “Ridiculous yeh hoga ke tum kisi galat jagah ghus jao aur phir mujhe tumhe nikalna pade.”
“Maine tumse rescue maanga bhi nahi.”
“Achha hai. Kyunki mujhe hero banne ka shauk bhi nahi.”
That only irritated her more. Uzair continued before she could argue longer. “Dusri baat. Mere territory mein interfere nahi karogi.”
Aisha folded her arms tighter. “Define interfere.”
“Mere logon se direct contact nahi. Mere operations pe unnecessary questions nahi. Aur bina mujhe bataye mere area mein movement nahi.”
Aisha stared at him. “So basically mujhe aadhi cheezein blindly follow karni hongi.”
“Haan.”
“That’s insane.”
“That’s safe.” The response came instantly. Too instantly. And something about the speed of it made her pause for half a second.
Uzair noticed that too and immediately looked irritated with himself for saying it that way. He corrected the tone quickly. “Tumhari safety ke liye nahi,” he said flatly. “Mere kaam ke liye.”
Aisha’s brows lifted slightly. “Obviously.”
He ignored the sarcasm. “Teesri baat,” he continued, “koi emotional stunt nahi.”
That made her expression harden again. “Mujhe emotional kehna band karo.”
“Phir emotional act karna band karo.”
“Main emotional act nahi karti.” Uzair gave her a look that very clearly said he disagreed.
Aisha immediately pointed toward him. “Tum mujhe lecture de rahe ho jab aadha Lyari yeh expect karta rehta hai ke tum agla kya explode karoge.”
That visibly annoyed him again. “Main kaam karta hoon.”
“Tum chaos create karte ho.”
“Difference hota hai.”
“Haan,” she replied dryly. “Tumhare dimagh mein.”
For the first time since entering the warehouse, actual anger flickered visibly across Uzair’s face.
“Tum abhi bhi revenge aur investigation ke beech ka difference properly separate nahi kar pa rahi,” he said coldly. “Aur agar tumhara gussa operations affect karega, main ussi waqt yeh sab khatam kar dunga.”
The silence after that turned heavy again. Aisha stared at him for a long second before speaking quieter this time. “Tumhe sach mein lagta hai main emotions ki wajah se sab kharab kar dungi?”
Uzair looked at her steadily. “Mujhe lagta hai gham logon ko bewaqoof bana deta hai.”
She didn’t answer immediately after that. And somehow, that silence convinced him more than any argument could have.
Uzair exhaled slowly through his nose, already looking exhausted by the entire arrangement. “Yeh trust nahi hai,” he said finally. “Sirf temporary convenience hai.”
Aisha nodded once after a moment. “Theek hai.”
“Tum meri baat sunogi.”
“Dekhenge.”
“Aisha.”
“Theek hai,” she corrected reluctantly. “Sunungi.”
Uzair narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly still unconvinced. Honestly, she looked unconvinced too.
For a second neither of them moved. The warehouse around them continued normally again now that the arguing had stopped. Men walked past carrying crates, distant voices echoed somewhere deeper inside the building, metal clanged against concrete loud enough to bounce through the open space.
But the tension between them still sat there heavily, unresolved and sharp. Aisha held his gaze for one last second before finally stepping back first. She then turned without another word and started walking toward the exit.
The atmosphere shifted immediately the second she moved. Conversations lowered again. Eyes followed her across the warehouse floor carefully, suspiciously. A few of Uzair’s men stepped aside just enough to let her pass while still visibly watching her every movement.
Like they expected her to suddenly pull a gun out and start another fight before leaving. Honestly, after the last hour, fair enough.
Behind her, she could still feel Uzair watching. That somehow irritated her more than it should have.
By the time she pushed through the warehouse doors, the cold night air hit her skin immediately. Outside, Lyari looked darker than before. The streets around the factory were quieter now, shadows stretching between broken streetlights and rusted containers stacked near the outer gates.
Aisha walked toward her car without rushing, keys spinning once around her finger absentmindedly.
Only after reaching the driver’s side did she finally stop. For a second she just stood there staring ahead through the windshield, exhaustion settling properly into her body now that the adrenaline from the conversation had worn off.
Then slowly, a humorless smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “Uzair Baloch…” she muttered quietly to herself. The irritation from the conversation replayed in her head almost instantly. His attitude, his stupid conditions. The way he kept acting like he was the only rational person in the room. The way every sentence out of his mouth sounded like a threat and an insult at the same time.
Aisha let out a quiet breath through her nose before opening the car door. “Main agar is operation mein tumhari zindagi jahannum na bana doon na…” she murmured under her breath.
The faint smile on her face sharpened slightly. “Toh mera naam bhi Aisha Wazir nahi.”
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SO, thinking of Velaryon! Reader who is...
The youngest daughter of Rhaenys and Corlys, born around the same time as Jace and Aemond.
Her egg never hatched in the cradle, so it was assumed that she would succeed Corlys as the next Sea Snake and become the Lady of the Tides, seeing as Laenor would become King Consort and Leana was now a Princess.
However, some other factors that need to be taken into account are;
King Viserys sees the birth of a daughter so close to the birth of the two boys as a sign, another reason to further unite the two great houses (especially after the rumors surrounding the dark-haired grandson of his) so he proposes another marriage. This time, the girl is to be raised amongst both boys and allowed to choose between them once they all come of age.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86293411/chapters/228256211
Now to the Pool...
How many heirs Megatron must have?
one, mech
one, femme
twins, both mechs
twins, bots femmes
twins, one mech and one femme
