scourge (On-hold)

chapter twenty

Re watching the short video clip for probably about 20th time Alhaji Muhammad sigh, he doesn't understand a single thing, this is a complete work of Photoshop but nobody will ever believe him if he say he isn't the one in the video, he cannot even believe his nephew will go to such limit just because of a girl that doesn't even care about him, at this point he is completely convince that malik is obsessed with winning, he can't even let this to be seen by anyone especially with him wanting to embark on a political career, what of of his children and wife, he know for sure malik won't think twice to do what he had to do forgetting the fact that he's his uncle, but nonetheless he know exactly how to handle malik, he grab his phone from the center table and dial his elder brother contact.

"Just because we share bedroom doesn't mean we are a thing."malik say making the language sign to falak who furrow her brow in confusion.

He grab the duvet and throw it on her from where he's laying on the bed.

"Henceforth."he say and falak nod.
"You will sleep on the floor,
You and i."malik say pointing between the two of them and falak nod.

"We are nothing."he say and falak frown.

"I."she say pointing to herself and malik nod irritated.
"Your wife."she say making the promising sign with her fingers and malik chuckle pathetically.

"I will soon marry a lady i love."he explain with his hand and falak shake her head.

"Do you know Ramlat?"he ask as he turn to describe things for her using the language sign and falak nod.

"I will soon marry her."he say and falak shake her head making him to give her a look of bewilderment.

"Your opinion doesn't matter here."malik say the last sentence with a chuckle Making her to storm out of the bedroom and he snort before laying back on the bed with a satisfying sigh.

He know for sure his uncle will be left with no choice than to let him marry ramlat, what he did was wrong especially now that his uncle is taking the political route in his career but he was left with no choice, he couldn't come up with a better idea, even this Photoshop thing he did he knows it's risky but he has to, he's going to wait for his uncle final thought regarding marrying ramlat which is unfortunately tomorrow, he do made up my mind his mind if he agrees to cancel the wedding then it's better if tomorrow he will be the groom before his dad get to know about everything that's going on, hopefully his uncle wont call his dad because his dad is one hell of a cunning man and he's afraid the result or consequences of his actions will be far brutal than he expected, he push the the thoughts of his dad and stand up from the bed wondering where falak is he head to the parlour and she's not around, he sigh and decide to go inside the main house, he's been in door since this morning after he send his uncle the video, somehow he find himself scared to come in Contact with the man.

Malik pov

Usually family is very important to me but my ego is important to, I hate when people try to doubt my capability, i hate how people hide under fate to make someone not reach there goals, I don't believe in fate and i certainly do not believe in destiny or whatsoever people try to convince themselves if they are unable to reach there goals, my dad named me malik(king) for a reason, no one has to tell me for me to be focus, so my mum or anyone trying to convince me that I'm destine to be with falak is just them trying to make me be with the girl by force, hiding beneath the word "fate" and making me not to go after what i want, Ramlat will be mine, at any cost, be it calmly or forcefully, I will make her mine.

I look up at the wall clock on the wall of the bedroom and sigh, falak hasn't come back yet, the only reason I'm trying to be nice to that girl is because we are at my uncle house and the last thing i want is my little cousin's figuring out what actually the fuck is going on.