"You cannot be serious." Jamila, the oldest child, looks at me like I’m crazy.

They all are. Except for Yuva.

Abir, the oldest brother, stands up from my bed. "If Amma finds out-"

"Guys," Yuva cuts in. "She is a nice girl-"

He cuts her off, "She is nice. I know. But she is disabled, her brain quite literally doesn’t work properly-"

I scoff. "So what? So what if she’s disabled? She has FND, it’s not the end of the world if I want to marry her. She’s still the same. I’m willing to help her whenever I need to — I _have_ been helping her! Since she was 12, I have been there for her. And her illness has no changed who she is one bit-"

"It’s changed how she lives her life," Abir points out. "What? Are you going to spend the rest of your life caring for her?"

"It’s not like she’s bedbound."

"Sometimes she is," Kamila, my niece, mutters.

Her dad, Jubair, gives her a look to which she shuts up.

"Yeah, and she’s learnt how to deal with it when she become _temporarily_ paralysed."

"Look," Jubair speaks up. "It’s not that we don’t like her. _We_ approve of her," he says glaring at Abir before looking back at me. "It’s our parents. You know how they are. They want you to marry the perfect girl."

"A girl of their choice," I sit on the bed. Yuva strokes my back reassuring me that she’s on my side. "And she _is_ perfect. She’s kind, empathetic, funny. She’s dealt with me all these years without dropping me-"

"Doesn’t she hate your guts?" Kamila raises an eyebrow.

I narrow my eyes at her. "Shut up. It’s still a worth a shot to at least try-"

"She doesn’t hate him," my older sister pulls her hand away from my back. "She just says that. Have none of you noticed the way she looks at him?" Yuva looks around the room. "She loves him back, even if she doesn’t know it yet."

My heart flutters. I feel my pulse quicken. I had always hoped she liked me back. I did feel the tension; I just thought I was being delusional.

Jamila sighs softly. "Look, we like her. And you’re right, she is a very sweet girl. Sweet enough to deal with your bs for eleven years even when she didn’t have to but first of all, you have to confirm she actually likes you back. Then, you gotta hint at her."

"Ease them into it," Kamila adds. "Bring her around more."

I nod, taking mental notes in my head.

Jamila continues, "Then drop the bomb. But remember, they probably won’t approve. They want a healthy girl-"

"A rich girl," Jubair adds.

"And she’s not necessarily either of those. So be prepared to get rejected; it’s Amma and Abba we’re talking about here."

"..So you’re saying it’s worth a shot?" I feel a grin coming on.

Jamila rolls her eyes. "Shut up and don’t mess it up."

My face breaks out into a full blown grin. I jump off the bed and hug her tightly.

I got the oldest child’s approval to go for it. The rest of them will follow. Jamila basically raised us growing up so Jubair and Abir are bound to agree eventually.

I pull away from her and hug Yuva even tighter. She’s the only person that’s constantly been on my side about this and I couldn’t be more greatful.

I have my siblings approval.

Now I’m just one step closer to getting my parents’ approval.

(Based off of my WIP. Btw siblings actually do approve in the book but I wrote it like this to max that eh prompt lmao)