30 : Amal and Fawad

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— N o o r ' s  P O V  𖤐

I tossed and turned on my bed, sleep far away from my eyes.

Addin dropped me home and went back to his home. I insisted to come along, because I had no idea what was going on in the party but it was pretty late so Addin denied saying that party might have probably ended till now.

I felt a pang in my heart, imagining the scenes of earlier. He was so close to crying. I could literally feel how he was shivering while talking about his past. It might be so disturbing memories for him. He have seen so much at a very early age.

My heart ached for him !

I felt like I could actually feel his pain !

I could understand what he might have went through. What a child suffers from, When parents are not happy and arguing with each other always. I knew that very well. My father was the worst man ever. He never respected my mother. His thinking was very narrow and cheap ! For him women were nothing but the dust of his shoes. He treated my mother in that way. He was always dominating and controlling. He didn't allow my ammi to breathe an air of peace even for a moment.

He used to always doubt her and use to restrict her from going anywhere. My ammi quietly endured all his tortures until one day when he abused her, hitting her badly. My mother is strong women she could tolerate everything but this was beyond her tolerance level. So she divorced him.

All my childhood, I grew up seeing my father treating my mother like a thrash. A lone tear escaped from the side of my eye and I blinked looking at the ceiling. But Atleast I had my mother with me, who took care of me, loved me immensely but Addin had no one ! His both parents were toxic. I can't even imagine how difficult it would have been for him. A child always craves his parents love and attention. And he didn't receive anything from both of his parents. I felt my chin wobbling. I blinked my tears away, sniffing.

I had the sudden urge to give him all the love which he had craved for. I just wanted him to be happy and for his happiness I'll do anything I can ! And I know his sister is his happiness so I'll do everything I can to search her !

I could say that he loved his sister a lot. The smile on his face when he talked about Amal is the evidence that his sister was his only happiness. My lips on their own tucked slightly upwards imagining his smile.

His smile was like spring flower opening. So beautiful. So gorgeous.

Earlier when I reached khan mansion, I asked najma about what happened in party after we left. She told me that his father apologised to everyone for Addin's behaviour and seemed beyond angry.

I got worried suddenly thinking What if he hit Addin again ?

I sat up straight on bed and immediately grabbed my phone from the bedside table, switching on the lamp.

I dialed Addin's number, attaching the phone to my ear, I chewed on my upper lip, waiting for him to pickup the call.

Addin picked up the call and before he could say anything I asked hastily. "Are you okay ?"

Silence. He didn't say anything. I could only hear his heavy breathing.

" are you fine ? Say something ! Did your father hit you again–" I was asking when he suddenly said.

" I miss you so much, buttercup ! "

As much as the nickname sounded silly, it did something in my stomach. I felt giddy. I smiled slightly and replied.

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