Irreversible

⚜♚49. Plot Twist ♚⚜

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I know I don't deserve it, but comment challenge? 300 this time.

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Anabia

The sound of a gunshot made me jump and cry out in terror. "Rohaan!" 

At first I thought that it was a bad dream, but it wasn't. I sat up in bed, breathing hard. "Rohaan..." With shaky legs, I got out of bed and headed towards the door of my room. My hand trembled as I grabbed the door knob and opened it. 

I'd only descended a couple of stairs when my eyes widened in horror.

The front door was open, and two masked men stood there. I cried out, leaning back against the wall, eyes filling with tears. The masked men turned up their gazes to me, alerted by my shout of terror.

"That's the mother." One of them spoke. 

The other one raised a gun, aiming it at me.

"Mama, no!" Rohaan suddenly appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of me...causing the bullet to pierce through him, rather than me.

"ROHAAN!" I screamed, as he fell back into my arms on the stairs.

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It was a dream, a really terrible one. I woke up in bed, trembling.

The fear of losing my son was practically crippling me. The loss of a loved one was beyond bearable, and the worst loss was that of a parent or child. I'd lost Mama, and I suppose the loss had caused deep fear within me of losing any other loved one of mine. And with gunshots and dramas surrounding our family, not to mention Rohaan's career, I was constantly on edge.

"Mama?" 

I turned on the bedside table lamp. "Come in." 

The door opened and Arsal walked in, frowning with worry. "Assalam Alaikum. Are you okay?" 

I nodded. "Walaikum Assalam. I am, Arsu, don't worry." 

He seemed to have just returned from work, and he paused in the doorway, hesitating. 

"What's wrong? Come inside." I told him.

He came over and sat at the foot of the bed, facing me. "Nothing, Mama. Just work stress." 

"You should leave your work stress at the doorstep, Arsu." I moved forward and took his hand. "Home is to destress and relax, not to continue stressing." 

"I'd really wanted this promotion, Mama, and I didn't get it. Instead they gave it to a guy who just passed his probation period." He looked annoyed. "I have worked so hard for it and..." He shook his head. "Apparently, the company has a new CEO and she decided who got the promotion. Apparently this Miraal Hassan is a nasty woman." 

I blinked. Again Miraal? First she attempted to cause problems in my married life, then her nephew went after my daughter, and now she was targeting my son? Why couldn't she just leave us alone?

"Anyway," Arsal squeezed my hand and smiled at me. "You hungry? I picked up biryani as I really wanted some today." 

"You could have told me earlier. I would have made it for you." 

"Mama, you're done pampering us. Now it's our turn." He stood up.

I was relieved to once again see my Arsu again, the sweet and happy boy. The tension days were over, and I was catching glimpses of my sweet youngest son again. "Is Tahira back yet?"