Naved is humming a tune to himself --What joy brings festive moon, i got a chance to see you, his mother teases him, shehzadi says he used to sms --you are coveted thus,like the dying man wishes to live, seviyan kheer is served for eid, mother -in-law lovingly critisises it , shehezadi says before marriage she always was the first one to take out a serving of it from them, the elder woman retorts it was never finished as after tasting it the cup was kept aside, who likes puddings like sheer khorma sugarless, tasteless bland, to which daughter - in -law is ready with a reply that whoever likes her kind of seviuan becomes a chronic patient of diabetese
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