Hamza just came back from office and was clearly not pleased upon my arrival. It’s been five months since both us argued and hit each other. I stood in my to ruffled shirt and greasy hair clearly indicating I haven't showered for days.
"I want some money Hamza." I said, clearly not wanting to waste any time, he scrutinized my ruffled state, more likely in a state of shock or pity I couldn’t gauge. How far we both have come. There was a time when I had all of power and love for him, Hamza was a huge part of life but now as I look at him I feel empty. There was no warmness and affection. The confidence that I carried with me suddenly vanished and I felt as if he is no longer my baby brother but a successful man, which I could never be.
"What if I say no." He announced.
"Please Hamza. I truly need some money" if months back I have told someone that I’ll be begging my brother for money, they would have considered me a maniac.
"I don't want to give you." Hamza was quick to deny.
"Hamza, What are you doing?" Dad jumped in. " have you lost your mind"
"I don't trust him Dad." Hamza yelled. "He destroyed my home, why Would I listen to him" Maybe my own sins were coming after me.
"This property is also of Izad's" There arguments fell blank on my ears, I was tired and exaushted. The only hussle I can do now is for my daughter and Rayna. I was even done fighting my own battles.
"Not anymore, and how can we be so sure that he won't start doing drugs with that" there was a time these words stabbed my heart, now they were hollow.
"Hamza!!! Behave!!!" mom shouted.
"What else you want me to conclude. Look at him. His state speaks it all" Hamza seethed. Yea, I always put extra efforts in my dressing. Just because I never wanted anyone to know how wasted I am.
I ambled towards him, eyes lowered and shoulders bent as I joined hands in front of him. I was desperate anything that can convince him.
"Please." I pleaded, tears stung in my eyes. I just got my flesh back I can’t lose her
"How much do you want?" Hamza asked,
" 15 crore"
"That's quarter of our property" Hamza seethed " and what are you gonna do with that"
I got shut. What am I supposed to say. I have a daughter. They’ll probably think I’m high. They are definitely not gonna believe me.
" see! I told you he is just gonna get wasted with that" He put a hand on my shoulder. "Look at you Izad. I don't even feel pity on you. This is what karma is you destroyed my home and Allah destroyed you"
My insides burned at his words, I was disgusted and rageful, for a second I was satisfied about what I did.
"Please."
"You make Muskaan leave me to save this buiseness now I can't risk it because of you. And don't come back here again" Hamza rushed to his room. I would rather die than ever dare to see his face.
I travelled six more hours to get back to Rayna and Innaya, but I found none of them there. The fuss and worry that I experienced here before suddenly vanished. I don’t want to believe it but I knew what happened. Zafar stood on the reception going through some papers and soon as his eyes met me, he looked down, dropping everything he ambled towards me and I need no words. He put his hand on my shouder that felt unecessarily extremely heavy. “Izzy?” I raised my shaking hand and he halted his words.
“ Where’s Rayna?”
She sat beside the same operation theater I left her before, numb. Kneeling down to her, she raised her blood shot eyes at me and I wanted to this earth to swallow me right there. She shook her head, digusted at my existence. “You promised me.” She hiccupped, “Where did you left?”
“I was supposed to arrange the cost” I could hardly hear my own voice.
“NO! you were supposed to be with me” she grabbed my collar, “here,” grabbing my hand and interwining our fingers she reminded me. “Like this”
“I’m sorry”
“Don’t be” she curt, “I shouldn’t have trusted you.” Pushing me she turned away. “I should have known that a druggie can never be a good man to me and a decent father to my daughter”
“I lost my daughter because of a scoundrel” she seethed.
“I lost her too”
“You didn’t lose shit.” She screamed. “You are a bastard!! I wish I have never met you, or that you have never gotten out of that rehab, or got wasted in a rotten track like other addicts” “But you have never crossed my path Izad Shah.” Her eyes full of rage towards me and tears for the lose of our flesh.
“We are allowed to take the body” Zafar whispered.
“My daughter is gonna buried like an orphan, because of you Izad” She seethed and left.
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I know i have given them enough heartbreaks.
But it was supposed to happen it was planned from the start.
The story if wrapping up.
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Good days are coming and cute chapters too.
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The Indecent Proposal.
Romance"How are you sweety? " He asked. "He's here. " A wisper came. "where are you? " " locked. " "Where's mummy? " "With him" Izad Shah was always the infuriated and stubborn child, with a messed up past, still surviving a regretfull life, he aims...
