💎 S H A H Z A D 💎

FOUR

'Nakhre' - Zack Knight

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They were all at home. Wasir wasn't wrong, the nurse literally came running in after that, saying he needed to be operated on again. For what, they didn't know. What other injuries did he assume they didn't know. Only he knew and a few nurses and doctors and no one knew who they were. Shahzad had a suspicion that may she Aboo knew who was behind this and was holding back information so it didn't reach the wrong ears. It was why he didn't pester Aboo. He would avoid telling their extended family too - news would spread like wildfire then. They would come up with lies.

The Syed's were in the house too. He still didn't know why. This was a time where his family needed to be left alone and yet they were being pestered by them. Them meaning Wasir.

The same room they had sat in with their father the day before - it seemed like that happened a lifetime ago. Wajid and Warda sat to the far end, keeping to themselves and not looking up. He was avoiding Shanzae, and he wasn't the only one who had noticed. Wasir and Waliha sat directly opposite him and Shanzae. The twins had taken the younger ones upstairs for a nap, and also because they hated being around the Syeds. Ammi was quietly conversing with the parents. Shanzae went and joined them.

He couldn't stand this. He grabbed the house phone and stormed out the living room and into the kitchen, resting his head in his hands as he leaned against the kitchen counter. He needed to think clearly, but all that came to his mind was the look his father had when Wasir walked in. One of dread, hate and utter contempt.

What if that fake nitty was purposely getting him to pin the blame on Wasir to distract him from the truth?

So many unanswered questions, so many possibilities, so much confusion. Fuck this shit.

And Shahzad was trying to make sense of what Aboo had muttered just before he had been ushered out by Nurse Kone. His father had whispered some instructions urgently but he'd been in such a daze he had totally missed it in the moment. Darn it, he thought as it slipped his mind once again. Hopefully it would come back to him later.

He heard light footsteps approach him from behind.

"Hey," a rather tentative voice called out to him.

Waliha. Ugh. Not the pretentious bitch.

Stop being a judgemental hoe, he thought to himself.

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around and faced her. He was met with her azure eyes, strands of her brown hair framing her face while the rest was encased in a grey turban-hijab. Her jaw was sharp, all feminine angles, her curved throat and collarbones hard like jewellery.

"Yes?" He replied, failing to hide his annoyance at being disturbed. He was so close to remembering. And then Miss Girl had interrupted.

He could tell she didn't like that, but she was mindful of his position at the moment and refrained from making a comment. Her lips formed a thin line before responding,

"I'm sorry about Wasir. I don't know what's become of him lately, ever since he found out who Shanzae was. He forced us to come with him and my parents followed, attempting to prevent him from making any rash decisions, but - as you witnessed - to no avail-"

Bruh. She needed to cut the crap with that posh talk. He got that she was trying her best but speaking in that almost patronising tone wasn't sitting well with him. Yes, he was being a bastard but that's exactly why he wanted to be alone.