One Short/Short stories~

||• My Unwanted Boss •||~4

Riyaz's P.o.v•

"Hello?" My little brothers voice came through the other end of the phone.

"Fayz..." His name came out in a deep and authoritative tone.

"Riyaz bhai???" He sounded surprised.

"Hm" i just hummed feeling the cold breeze caressing my face's skin and playing with my hair.

"How are you Bhai?" He asked softly. His voice held concern.

"Alive, You?" I responded while staring down on the bustling streets of New York.

"Good." He answered.

"Fayz.."

"Jii bhai?" He asked knowing I must have called him for something related to work.

"I'll be there tomorrow by night.." I informed.

"Really bhai??" Came his shocked and happy voice.

"Hmm.. do inform them" i said or more like ordered.

"Yes Bhai, i'll do not worry." He answered and I could feel him smiling cheekily. A smile came over on my own lips.

"Did you have your dinner?" I asked.

"Yas bhai, did you?" He asked back.

"Yeah, how's mom's company doing?" I asked leaning back in my hands.

I was sitting in edge of the terrace roof with my legs dangling down in air. The roof is all empty except a few broken furnitures thrown away in the corner. The boundary of the terrace doesn't have any kind of safety and that's what attracted me.

Anyone (no matter how strong), who looked down from here will cower away immediately seeing the height because the building is almost 1400 feets tall, but i didn't. I didn't felt scared or anxiousness instead i felt a thrilling sensation gushing my veins.

The nights chilly breeze clashed with my skin softly like a wave to the shore which jolted a slight shiver in my body. I couldn't help but just love the moment as I sat in silence staring at the chaos and bustling streets of New York.

"Yes Bhai, it's doing good but..." He stopped. Must be thinking how to put the situation in words without making me feel bad and guilty.
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"I understand." I mumbled in a low voice.
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"Don't worry, once I'm back, I'll let you all be free from the additional and nonsensical chaos in your lives" i told him throwing my head back and looking up at the dark sky. There was no sign of stars and moon, just the dark and heavy clouds covering the whole sky. A light thunder occured making Fayz screamed a little in horror.
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He is scared of thunders and hates rain.
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"It's not like that bhai, and they aren't nonsense. Everything related to you makes sense to us. We love you Bhai and for you we could and would do anything!! And this is nothing infront of the lengths we can go for you!" His words made my heart flutter. A warmth filled up my nervous and circulatory system . My heart beat rose as I took in the seriousness of his gentle yet firm tone.
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"Thank you Fayz, and I love you all too" i said. My tears brimming up with tears.
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"Don't cryyy noww!!" He said noticing the slightest change in my voice.
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"I'm not crying!" I said as i sniffed.
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"huh? Look, Who's even saying, the big crying baby" he teased me and I could feel him grinning now.
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"Tujhe to wahan aake batata hun mai!" I threatened him and cut the call with that.
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A wide smile appeared on my lips as I stared at my phone for a few second before i kept it aside and stared ahead, particularly at nothing.
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Ohh well, hii guyss, myself Riyaz Aly, The eldest Son of Liton and Shabnam Aly. My mother and father had an arranged marriage and were forced to consummate their marriage. Hence they ended up having me. (Talking about the precautions. They lacked sex education) But after a few years when my grandparents died, they both decided to get out of the loveless marriage. Yas they couldn't love each other because my dad's heart already belonged to another woman, who he married after taking permission from my mom.
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Mom did wanted to have divorce but my dad refused. He was ready to pay our bills and gives us the financial support and Mom agreed since she didn't had any intension to marry again after having me. Raziya Maa, the woman my dad loved married him after waiting for him for 6 years. Her love was pure and strong that's why she got what she wanted. My mom and I stared living in another house as to not make my dad and raziya maa feel uncomfortable.
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Mom and raziya maa got along really well. They became best friends over the time. Raziya Maa gave births to 5 kids. All of them boys. My little brothers. Whom I and maa loved with our whole hearts. We were happy little family with no sense of jealousy between us. But when raziya maa gave birth to Fayz, she passed away. We all cried for days but mom stood strong and handled all of us, she took care of me and my other little brothers.
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Dad and mom raised us together after that with so much love. They both made sure we 6 doesn't feel any kind of disequality or jealous to our own blood and their hard work pays off. We 6 brother our each others first love and priority. If one of us get hurts the other 5 are ready to take the life of that person who hurted him or give their life to make that one happy. Fayz being the youngest becomes all of our fav baby brother. He was pampered the most by us and spoilt too.
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My childhood was awesome. I spent 10 years of my life with them making so many memories. Memories we all would cherish in our old age before I came to New York 10 years back, for my further studies. And after a year, I liked it in here and i decided to settled down here only after finishing off my studies but fate doesn't go as we plans because it has it's own plans which it unfolds in our lives in a very twisted manner.
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And just like that date played it's dirty game. 4 months ago, my mom passed away (just for story lines May Allah grant his Mom a long and healthy life, Ameen.) No she didn't had any disease or any kind of accident. She was all fine, happy and healthy. Doesn't know what happened but the night she went to sleep, was her last night in this world unknown to any of us, even her. She didn't wake up the next morning. She layed there lifeless. When I heard this news I was devasted. I didn't knew how to react?
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My world crashed down at that heart breaking news. I lost my everything. We lost our everything. The woman who gave her everything to me, to us, from giving me a life to almost everything possible in her hand, lost her life. The woman who was the sun of my world, who brighten up my life with her sun rays wouldn't be rising again. Wasn't going to fill my le with the warmness of her love. Wasn't going to hold me in her arms and sooth my pains anymore. She wasn't going to pepper my face with kisses after i achieved something in my life anymore. She wasn't going to give me her shoulder to cry on, on my worst days anymore. She wasn't going to massage my head whenever I would feel massive headache or she wasn't going to take care of me anymore while I would feel sick.
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I sobbed, tears spilled down my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. My heart ached painfully. I wish I could've stayed when she requested to be with her for a few days more. I wish I wouldn't have came here ever. I wish I could've gotten to hold her for the last time but I couldn't because when I reached, they all were done with the funeral rituals.
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And now all I could do is regret, regret leaving her alone. Regret for not listening to her. Regret for giving priority to my work over my mom. Regret for forgetting, any day, any hour, any min or any sec our lives could end. And all I could do is wish, wish to have her back which is universally impossible.
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Tbc🙃