After she saw the glow, she rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes, not adamant, but sure she saw it.

Before long, both girls reached the slum. As soon as it stopped, Saanvi got off. Nisha got off a second after and started walking towards the houses without looking back, knowing Saanvi would pay. She had to.

She soon catched up with Ishu, just as they were inside the boundary, bundles of people who were out of their houses came towards them seeing a very, very familiar face.

"Saanvi, how have you been? It's good to see you after so long. We missed you so much" An aunty said and hugged her.

"Who is this girl, she is with you na?" An uncle said coming forward.

"Yes, she is with me. This is Nisha. She is my sister." Saanvi explained.

Everyone knew, Nisha was like Saanvi's sister, as in not her own sister, for they had known her since 2 years, and if someone as nice and sweet as Saanvi, 6 months is enough to know her entire her generation.

And she didn't have parents, so obviously she wouldn't have a sister. There were a few relatives of her, but none of them really cared about their family so Saanvi had to fend for herself for so many years, she does that now and will do it always.

But it is a little different from then, then she had no one to call family, but now she did. Infact, there were too many people to call family that she would never feel the loss of relatives. Even though her parents will still be missed.

(Author - Uhm, aren't we getting too emotional. Lets go back.)

After a little talk, they went into the house Saanvi lived in before.

Mr. Singh wasn't there, nor was their son. But Mrs. Singh was.

Saanvi immediately hugged her, her back was facing Saanvi so she at first, didn't catch sight of her and flinched when Saanvi hugged her.

But then she saw her and hugged her back. Just like 8 months ago, they went on talking for hours again with the people of slum, and this time with another family member.

Many hours lates, when afternoon came, Mr. Singh and his son came home.

They both were pleasantly surprised to see her there.

"Ritu, uncle. Where were you? We were waiting for so long." Ritu, a nickname she used to tease their son.

Saanvi said as they entered and hugged Mr. Singh, but then backed away when she saw a disappointed look on their face, when Saanvi came inside the house, Mrs. Singh had the same expression but she masked it when she saw Saanvi.

"Why are you looking so tensed, uncle? Ritu, tell me." Saanvi asked the old man.

"Kuch nahi bacche. Tune kuch khaya, ya bas baate hi kare ja rhi hai yeh mahila mandal?" He asked, trying to avoid her question. She asked again.

"Nothing, beta. You have come home for the first time after so many months, rest for now." He said, trying to send her away. But would she budge? Yeah, no.

"I am not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on," she sat on the floor adamantly." Even Aunty was'nt looking happy before I came in. I had noticed it."

"Ok fine, we give up. But first let us eat. I am famished, I will die if I don't eat now. You would'nt like it, would you?" Ritu's remark leaves the group of people laughing merrily as Mrs. Singh served food.

Saanvi pov

I was hungry too, so I sat with them too. I frowned when I saw Ishu standing there awkwardly, I hadn't forgotten her, she was talking to the people so I left them.

"Are you waiting for a special invitation written just for you and delivered to you, are you going eat then?" I, kind of, taunted her. Honestly, I don't think it was a taunt, this was usual between us, the sarcastic lines and all.

I ofcourse, learnt them from Ishu.

I had thought everyone would just shrug it off, but uncle seemed to get offended from the line.

"Aese sanskaar diye hai kya humne tumhe, aese koi koi baat karta hai kya? Mehman hai humari. Tameez se pesh aao." He scolded me.

"Hey, did we teach you these things, does anyone talk like that? She is our guest. Behave."

"Aur yeh joh aapki mehman hai na, use hum hi leke aaye hai. Behen hai meri, hum joh karna chahe, kare. Aapko kya. You can't stop me anyway."

"And this guest which you are talking about, is brought here by me. She is my sister, I will do what I want. Why do you care? You can't stop me anyway."

And just like that, we had a banter. But it was not one to worry about, these playful banters were our routine.

Actually, people got tense when we didn't quarrel, not when we did.

"Shut up, enough of you both. What are you, 17? Fighting over such silly things. Nisha beta, come and sit. You might be hungry too after the ride. Come." Mrs. Singh said, scolding us both like we were actually 10 and their kids. Technically, we were.

Hush. Don't say that to uncle, he might be furious.

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Hiiii. A short chapter, yes. But the

least I could do. And I am in no form to improve my speed, so no extras.