MUHAFIZ

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Author pov

"Mir bhai hume apki madad chahiye."

Man who was dressed in white shalwar kameez spoke with desperation in his voice. He is well build with sleeves rolled up and flag of organisation around his neck, he looks like someone who would be around 21 but his eyes held rebelliousness and passion in them. The expensive fabric clothes he was wearing seems to be stained with dirt. Blood was dripping from side of his forehead has dried and looks like he has been in some kind of war. Weren't they suppose to be Karachi for protest?

"Jatoi ab kya krdiya hai tumne are you okay?." Sidharth sprung up from his garden's chair to look at young man's wounds. It was 12 in morning and this guy has already caused some trouble which looks not so good at all by his situation. Sidharth looked behind boy few more boys were in same situation. They are beaten badly

"Meri choren. Humare logo ko police lekr gayi hai rally ke beech mein se, you know what they do with us in there." Boy spoke. Sidharth clenched his fist because his blood started to boil after hearing him. Off course he knows. These boys are sindhi and study in Karachi university. They were being treated unfairly due to culture differences between sindhi and muhajreen since university is run by opposition party that supports mujahajreen. These sindhi boys protested today which lead them in current situation. Police was called on them

"Tum logo ne phele start kiya?" Sidharth look them dead in eyes before picking his phone from table where it was laying. He signal them to sit down because they look in pain

"We touched no one at first. One of them started throwing stones on us jisme mujhe gussa aya and mene mara usko hockey se which breaks into huge fight. Police came they arrested some of us but non of them." Jatoi boy explained

"Rasheedi kid knows?" Sidharth asked. Rahseedi who's son of his friend gadi-nasheen of pir jo goth. 18 year old boy he is but that boy has something in him. He is youngest member of jeay sindh. Party that fight for sindhi people's rights. That young boy has more courage and bravery in him then some 40 year old. He alone can go and beat gangs. His father has many times requested Sidharth to knock some sense in him but that kid is stubborn as hell

"Nahi."

"Batana nahi abhi until we get your friends out of police station." Sidharth ordered them. He doesn't want another problem. These young boy take action than think. Boys set there awkwardly while he spoke with someone on call. This being shaadi ka ghar. People were staring at them while coming and going. Obviously they will, theses boy look like bulls have been chasing them

"Mir-sahab your tea-"

Shehnaaz halt in middle when her eyes fell on beaten boys who were looking at her with awkward smile on their faces. They know she's lady of house. Now almost everyone knows her. She glance at her husband who was literally yelling at someone on call and sounds damn pissed. Wrong time?

"Bhabhi is that honey biscuits?" Jatoi's eyes lighten up while looking at golden biscuits. She nodded hesitantly before offering them towards him, he moved his hand forward to grab one but before he could Sidharth smacked him on head which made young boy to groan

"Biscuits khane aye ho toh niklo." This is cruel. These poor boys looks in bad condition and one biscuit won't kill anyone. Shehnaaz was annoyed by her husband's behaviour but she won't say anything off course. Jatoi pouted sitting back in sofa "Kutto ki tarha mar kha kar aye ho aur biscuits chahiyen? Jutte na doon." Sidharth took biscuit plate from his wife and shoved in his lap who's lips curved in smile like some kid. Where is guy from before