#Unspoken_Intimacies
Episode 1
Author: Hamida
"Heyy Mejo Amma! Big Madam! Little Sis! Everyone come downstairs quick—seems like the Big Boss brought home a wife!"
Lota, the housemaid, practically screamed across the house.
Hearing her, Mejo Bou Rumana rushed out of the kitchen and into the living room. Within moments, the rest of the household had gathered too. They all stared in stunned silence at the sight before them—Pratyay, the eldest son of the family, standing next to a school-uniform-clad teenage girl.
"Who's the girl, Pratyay?"
Rumana finally broke the silence, her voice sharp, eyes locked on him. Everyone turned to Pratyay, waiting for his answer.
"My wife."
The words dropped casually from Pratyay's lips.
"Your what?"
"My wife. As in, married, officially. Since you guys weren't getting me hitched, I took matters into my own hands. Honestly, should've done it sooner. Kept waiting for you all until I'm old enough to have grandkids. My bad."
He spoke so naturally, like it was no big deal. The room, however, stood frozen in disbelief. This boy, who barely ever said more than "hmm" or "okay", was now nonchalantly declaring something outrageous.
Rumana glanced at the girl standing beside him—practically a child. Her fair cheeks were flushed from crying, eyes puffy and red. Something in Rumana's chest ached.
"If you wanted to marry, fine. But at least choose someone appropriate. Never mind our opinions—did you even think about her?"
"Appropriate? What do you mean? You're calling her a kid? My grandma's mom had three kids at her age. My grandma had one. But my wife—my poor wife—she doesn't even have one yet. That's my failure. If you guys had married us at the right time, she'd have a baby by now."
He sighed like he truly regretted it.
Just then, a sarcastic voice cut through the tension.
"So if we got married at the right age, how many kids do you think we'd have by now?"
It was Diya, Pratyay's cousin, who had been silently listening along with her mom. Lota's question had snapped her focus, and she couldn't help but chime in.
"Probably four or five, Latu. We're behind on baby-making, honestly."
She said it with mock regret.
"My wife's behind too..."
Afnaan joined in, not missing a beat.
"You're still stuck fantasizing about getting a wife. That itself is a miracle!"
Diya snapped at him, making Afnaan glare at her like she'd insulted his ancestors.
"Afaa, you can't say that to Little Sir like that!"
"Aww Latu, you're the only one who defends me. I swear, I'm buying you a 5 taka chocolate today—just don't tell Mom."
"Enough with the nonsense. Can we please focus on the actual serious stuff going on?"
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