#Chapter35

Sandal's POV:

"I need your help." I said to Zohma and Muskan as we sit in Zohma's room. She came to her weekly visit to our home today.

"What sort of help Bhabi?" Asked Muskan.

"Listen I wanted to talk to him about treatment tomorrow and I have no idea how to start it."

"Don't worry, everything will work out on its own once you start talking." Zohma shrugged.

"But still ... it will be better to have some sort of plan, so things won't go out of hand," Muskan said tapping her index finger on her chin, " got it." She smiled meaningfully.

Dinner, check. Dressing, check. Auntie...