"Why would you mix various drugs with alcohol Mustafa! Have you lost your mind? You could have died of overdose!" His mother yelled while he laid silently on the hospital bed.
Apparently he was out for 10 hours and he was still groggy from the effects of drugs. His head was hurting like a bitch and he was in no mood to entertain anyone, not even his Mom.
After monitoring him for another two hours, he was discharged for home. His mother had been nagging him the entire time but be remained silent because that is what he knew best.
But when his elder brother came inside the room, he couldn't help but be reminded of why he was in this condition and Fifa 6 ft under.
"How are you feeling Tafi?" His brother Talal asked.
"Don't call me Tafi, I hate that nickname," Mustafa told his brother in angst.
"Okay calm down, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," he replied curtly.
"Fine. Whenever you done PMSing, I need to talk to you."
"I don't wish to talk to you!"
"I'm done with your tantrums," his brother replied exasperatedly.
"What is wrong with you both?" Their mother asked seeing her children fight so vehemently.
"Ask this little brat of yours, he has been giving me a headache since that bitch died," Talal told her irritated.
"Don't you dare call her that you asshole! Had you not been an idiotic sadist, this wouldn't have happened! Had you just asked your henchman to kill that traitor she would have been alive but no you fuckturd had to go out of your way and kill him mercilessly on the main highway giving everyone a damn show!"
"Well that swine had that coming, I wouldn't have let him live after the betrayal. It isn't my fault that your friend was unlucky to have witnessed it and had to become collateral damage."
"You could have killed him somewhere else not in the middle of a bustling highway! I don't want to see your face, so fuck off" He chucked the nearby metal clock at Talal, who dodged it effortlessly.
"Mustafa! Talal is older to you by 10 years how are you talking to him?" His mother asked shocked.
"I don't care how old this fuckturd is!"
"You fucking idiot have completely lost your mind! To hell with you!" Talal replied in anger before slamming the door shut.
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"Dan how long are you going to lament the death of Feef? It's been two months already to her death and all you have done is remained cooped up in your room!" His mother repeated the nth time since Feef's death.
"You need to get back to your senses! You've already missed out on your studies. The Principal had said nothing so far because your Dad is one of the Trustees but it can't stay like this forever! Are you listening to me Dan!"
"Dan kisi key is dunya se chaley jaaney se zindagi ruk nahi jaati hai. Apko yeh baat kyun nahi samajh arahi hai! Jaise Feef apkey liye important thi, ap humarey liye important hou bachey. It's heartbreaking to see you like that. Please mujh per raham karo. Even Feef wouldn't want to see you wasting your life like that."
"I don't care whether Feef likes seeing me in this condition or not. If she cared so much about me, she shouldn't have left me all alone here!"
"Daniyal beta, you know life and death is in Allah's control, it's not something a human can control.."
"I don't care whether it was in her control or not! Everything is in Allah's control right, then you shouldn't worry because like her death, my mourning is also predestined! I don't want to talk about Allah or Feef. Please leave me alone."
"Is this how you are going to handle your grief? By being angry at Allah and Feef?"
"Yes. Now leave me alone! I don't want to hear anything."
"I just can't deal with you anymore! It'll be best to send you off to America. I won't let you waste your life away." She sighed exasperated.
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"You have both been giving me a headache now!" Mustafa's father yelled at his sons.
"It's been two fucking months yet this pussy isn't over her death, she died so what? Get over with it now!" Talal said which caused Mustafa to launch himself at Talal and within a few moments there was a brawl between these two and the guards had to intervene.
"He is your older brother Mustafa!"
"He isn't anyone to me!" Mustafa spat at his father sporting a burst lip, while Talal stood with a bruised face.
"Likewise!" Talal yelled.
"I have no other option but to send you away to UK Mustafa."
"I'll be glad, I don't want to see his face."
"I don't think so a change of environment will bring back this loser's sanity, but we can always hope for the best," Talal muttered which earned him a glare from Mustafa.
"Just shut up you both! Mustafa you'll be going to UK and Talal you better be helping me prepare for the upcoming election. There is already a lot of speculation going on after Masood's murder and well the Diwan's are being a pain in the ass with the investigation over their daughter's death."
"It wouldn't have come to it had this asshole been smart enough but whatever, good luck!" Mustafa told them and walked out of the room.
"He has completely gone nuts!" Talal told his father who was shocked at his youngest son's attitude.
"I hope he gets back to his senses," Asad Isfahani prayed. Where Talal was always the impulsive, short tempered eldest son of his, Mustafa was always the calm and quiet one and this abrupt shift in attitude after his friend's murder concerned him a lot. He was not coping well with the guilt of killing his friend and this realization worried Asad Isfahani alot.
"Well you better concentrate on improving your image in front of the public. Try to control your anger more importantly! We wouldn't have been in this position had you been less impulsive. Kill but silently not out there openly. The twin brother of Afifa is becoming a pain, he is just not coming to terms with her death. I have planted evidence about her death and have found a scapegoat so that he could be appeased."
"Don't worry I'll see to that little brat...,"
"No you don't. I'll see what I can do. You just ensure that you don't cause more problems. You are supposed to take after me, learn to strategically handle the issues not impulsively. It's not who strikes first that matters but who strikes the final blow so think twice before doing anything that has the power to jeapordise our position," Asad adviced his son.
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