It was not the bullet that hit him hard, it was this harsh reality of life.
He bled anger instead of blood.
Nevertheless I was there for him, by his side bearing his every poisoned word, his hostility without even a fault of mine.I did understand his pain but he mistook it as a pity which he despised the most.
Some men can be so hard that it's difficult to let us reach out to them. They don't want any help as a sympathy but can accept it as a fulfilment of their order.
Aslam was one of a kind.
He refused to be reliant and most importantly, a man with flaw.His behaviour had scared the entire hospital. He practically screamed at every single person who came in front of his eyes.
I was shocked at the news too but his reaction didn't give me the time to overcome mine and I didn't know what was stored in for us.
After he was discharged and was on a wheelchair, we left for our home.
Pran helped to adjust him on the backseat. I sat beside him, not daring to look at him.
I was glad that the public embarrassment was finally over but the little did I know that something already was waiting for us at our home.
As soon as the car passed the gates. We saw many police officers guarding the door.
"See, this is what I call respect. My subordinates are here to see me." Aslam smirked, proudly.
I paid no heed and helped him to get out of the car.
Some of the constables ran to help us.
"Thank you, Mishra." He told the man in the uniform who gave him a curt nod as he held his shoulder.
"Sir! Chief is waiting for you inside." The other man mumbled.
"Is he?" He laughed, "Must be here to tell me how brave I'm to be still alive after getting those bullets pierced in my body." Aslam said with a smug on his face.
I wanted to roll my eyes at him as he was full of himself.
One of the constable immediately looked at his feet and got Aslam to sit on the wheel chair.
"Good morning, Chief. Welcome to my house." Aslam announced as we entered through the doors.
Nida was standing with Bushra in her arms, next to her father. I instantly went to hold my baby.
"Aslam! How are you?" The chief asked in a soft manner.
"Feeling like a lion, chief. Injured lion but you know very well that the breath of an injured lion is more dangerous than his roar. I can still fight and will be soon on my feet, I'm sure." He said, being conceited.
I pursed my lip and recalled what the doctor had told me.
The chief shook his head, "Aslam, I'm glad that you're okay now but I have a bad news for you."
Aslam gaped at them, quizzically.
The chief still continued, "Those criminals fled and the centre has entirely blamed you for it." He let out.
A moment of pause was followed as Aslam eyes grew bigger.
"You don't say it. It was me who had caught them on the first place. How can they blame it on me?" He roared in vexation.
"Aslam, we have decided to suspend you but for your own reputation, I would suggest that you submit your resignation to us as soon as you can." He spoke further.
Aslam gritted his teeth, "Resignation?! Are you kidding me? I have given my years to this service, transferred here on promotion to deal with a high profile case, caught several criminals, got injured in the process, nearly died and you want me to resign. How ironic!" He scoffed.
"Aslam, don't get me started. I'm very well aware. I've been saving you all these years for that illegal drug dealing case that you carried in my absence, on my recommendation you got a promotion here and I know, you took a bribe from them so don't you dare lie to me on my face. You clearly know what punishments you actually deserve. Despite of that, you're only getting suspended instead of being charged for all these crimes. I suggest you to move to some other state. I'll make your transfer. Everything will be smooth and looked after. You will get the monthly compensation. With that, you can start a new life with your family. Just think about it with a calm mind." He suggested, patting his hand on his chair.
My eyes widened as the officer spoke the truth about him.
Drugs! Bribery!
My eyes shifted to Aslam who had clenched his fist.
I gulped as I knew that look.
Aslam finally cleared his throat.
"I don't want your favour. Just shove it in your pants. I'm wounded not dead. I can take care of my family. You don't have to bother about them. Now, you may leave." He bellowed.
The chief sighed and wore his police cap.
"Aslam, your arrogance is the reason why you're in the pit today."
"I said I don't need your favour but I also don't want your stupid advice. Since you're no longer my chief, just get the hell out of here."
The man shook his head, glancing at me with remorse.
He left with the other police officers who were standing outside.
Mr. Naseer and Nida immediately vamoosed away leaving me alone with him.
Aslam was shaking in rage. His hand reached to the half filled glass on the table and he threw it on the floor. I flinched and Bushra started crying at the sound of glass crashing.
"Make her stop! WILL YOU?" He yelled.
I tried to calm her by stroking her back but she was still howling.
"YOU BITCH! Can't you do one job properly? You good for nothing woman, just get out of my sight. NOW!" He shouted at me.
I quickly moved to my room where I placed her on my lap. She fell quiet after sometime.
I kissed her head as she fell asleep.
My head was occupied with too many questions.
What holds for us now?
With Aslam, jobless and crippled, how will we manage ourself?
My major concern is how will we handle this situation without being each other's aid.
His temper is much worse and I can't let it affect on my daughter.I placed her in the crib.
I'll talk to him when he's tranquilized. I rubbed my forehead.
My head had started hammering.
I hadn't slept a wink in the hospital.
I was tired and this bitter taste in my mouth made me leap into the bathroom where I threw up.Then suddenly I realised, Oh Allah!
What's the date? It's tenth.
I missed my course!
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