#Chapter37

Fiza's POV:

"Chachu, can I say something?" I said putting a cup of tea on the side table near him and sit on the floor next to his feet just like I used to sit near Dada Abu (grandfather) and Baba Jani.

"Of course, what is it?" Chachu put his book on a side and leaned towards me, with a knowing smile on his face. He probably guessed I want something from him.

"Chachu, I am thinking about looking for a job. I can't sit at home anymore."

I have been thinking this for a while now, I don't want to depend on anyone anymore. My self-respect doesn't allow...