"Yo, forever loner… you look… like an old man…" I whispered, struggling to speak with my weakened body.
"Li-little shit, I'm already… sniff-sniff… married," Aryan murmured, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Hehe… you look hilarious… while crying…"
He slowly moved toward me and scoffed, wiping his tears.
"I'm not… sob-sob… crying! I just got some dirt… sob-sob… in my eyes."
"Uncle Raj, you woke up!" the little girl sitting beside me exclaimed.
"Inayat, introduce yourself to Uncle Raj," Aryan said, pulling himself together.
The little girl joined her hands in respect and announced in a cute, stuttering voice,
"Namaste, Uncle Raj. Inayat is Inayat, and she is four years old!"
"Is this little angel… really my niece?" I murmured with an uncontrollable smile. "She has inherited her cuteness from her uncle."
Aryan picked Inayat up in his arms and muttered with moistened eyes,
"What took you so long to wake up, brat!?"
