Warning ⚠️: The Chp contains very slight mature content at the end.
Note : do read Author's note at the very last.
16 years later :
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— R a h i l ' s P O V 𖤐
My jaw tightens, my fist clenches at my side until they turn as white as paper as I gaze at my 20-year-old son, standing before me in all his glory, his face soaked in crimson blood and bruises.
I take in his entire appearance - a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. His black guitar hanging on his back, its strap covering his front.
Sarim has grown up to embody Addin.
He is savage, akin to my best friend who used to be as unhinged as him, if not more so.
Perhaps it's our overflowing love—mine and Ayezah's—that has spoiled him to this extent.
My son who was once a sweet kid, has transformed into a built brute.
All he does now is play the guitar and engage in reckless activities, spending his days and nights hanging out on his damn bike like a spoiled brat that he is.
I've lost count of the number of times I've had to visit his college to meet the principal due to his utterly suspencible behaviour.
"What has he done this time?" I grit out, shifting my attention to the background, where Taha—the same age as Sarim and attending the very same university—stands.
Taha is dressed in his usual jeans and white t-shirt, appearing neat and clean, looking nothing like my rugged son.
"ofcourse!" Sarim chuckles mockingly and I notice the faint sight of his bruised knuckles.
We are standing in the living room as the evening begins to settle in.
" I don't know, uncle." Taha murmurs quietly.
As Sarim reminds me of Addin's younger self, Taha reminds me of my younger self. I recall how I used to conceal all the shits of my unruly best friend.
However, Sarim and Taha are anything but friends.
My brat son hates him to core and I have no clue why. They used to get along well back then when they were kids, I don't know what exactly happened to cause their friendship to vanish in thin air.
"Oh, please, golden boy, there's no need to pretend and cover for me as you never have before. You're already in Papa's good graces. So why not now as well tell him." Sarim directs at Taha.
Taha remains composed and silent.
"What's the matter with you, Sarim? How many times must I remind you to shed this attitude and behave? Why do you involve yourself in fights? I continuously clean up after your messes. Just for once, behave and cease this spoiled behavior. I can't tolerate it any longer." I affirm out, struggling to contain my frustration.
