His selfish love

3. Crazy Girls.

Author's POV

"Meri jaan aap pehle khana to khalien" (my love first eat) she said again bringing the roti in front of his mouth.

"Mommy, I'm busy, don't disturb me." A little boy said as he was busy in his tap which his father bought for him.

"Okay you play I will feed you" She placed her hand on his cheeks and tried to put a morsel in his mouth which made him angry.

"Mommy I said I will eat later then why are you disturbing me!!?" he threw that plate from his mother's hand in anger and shouted...

She was shocked to see her son behaving like his father.

"Haider!!!" she shouted glaring at him. He flinches seeing his mother's angry eyes. "Is this the way you should behave!!?" She yelled. A five and half year old Haider got scared.

"Mom..mommy...."

"Shut up and put that all content in the plate again!" She ordered him in aloud voice. He made a face but was too scared to say no to his angry mother. He walked with baby steps and sat on the floor before picking up the roti and placing it on the plate with his small hands.
Her heart melted and she was about to stop him when her eyes caught the sight of her husband standing on the door.

His was staring at his son, his warrior prince doing a servant's task. Anger boiled in his veins.

"Haider!" he yelled stopping Haider. She stood there trembling. She knew he would make this a big deal as he was raising his only son like a prince and wouldn't allow him to do even a single work. He wanted his son to have all the luxury and comfort in this world and even if it meant to have wrong then let it be but his wife was not like this. She wanted to teach her son right and wrong. She often taught Haider about right and wrong and even punished him if he did something wrong to make him understand what was right and what was wrong he was doing and was glad that her son never complained about her to his father as Haider knew his father would shout at his mother which Haider despite even though his father was a superhero for him.

"Leave this! What are you doing, son!?" Syar went to his son and held his arms softly before standing him up.

"Dad" Haider's face lit up seeing his father who came early from his work.

"Zubaida!!!! Zubaida!" He shouted and came running the caretaker of Haider

"Yes sir," she said with a shaky voice.

"Take him and clean him up" Zubaida nodded and held his wrist.

"I will clean him" her (his wife) voice barely came.

"You stay there" he pointed his finger at her as she took a step toward Haider.

"Zubaida go clean up Haider and feed him whatever he wants" he ordered Zubaida who nodded her head and took Haider with her.

Syar turned to his wife who try to walk toward washroom when he shouted.

"Humaira!"

She stopped trembling in fear. No one will recognize that she was the same Humaira who once slapped a boy in front of all the people in the restaurant without any fear.

"Syar, he... He threw that plate when I tried to feed him" she tried to explain herself as sh turned to face him. "I was just teaching him that...." Syar slapped he.  Pointing his finger at her stopping her.

"My son doesn't need your teaching. You need to be taught!" he yelled before stepping closer to her. Humaira held her cheeks as tears gathered in her eyes but she held back and faced him.

"I'm his mother and I have all rights to teach him what's right and wrong" she argued. She feared him. She feared him a lot but the blood that was running in her veins didn't let her keep her mouth shut and when it came to her son she could not stop herself.