Please take care of her, Azeer.” “I will—” “Proper care.” She places a hand on my arm. “I understand neither one of you is thrilled about this arrangement, but it had to happen sooner or later. And I trust my daughter with you out of all the men in this world.” I lift a brow. “May I ask why?” Shaiza aunty smiles playfully. “Because you’re just as much of a bewakoof as her.”
