The Unbreakable Bond

Chapter Twenty

The lights were dimmed to low setting, Majed whimpered low in his throat, not wanting to be here any longer he kept his phone close to him once ensuring the torch was on. "Kidar ja rahe ho?"

{Where are you going}

...

Majed gasped putting a hand on his chest, taking a long gulp of air, steading himself from the sudden scare. "B-baba"

Murtasim sighed, he didn't want to scare him. He'd been sitting here for a long time, waiting for him to return, but Majed just had to take the opportunity to show him he couldn't be trusted to come home on time. He'd been so worried, trying to call him but each time his phone went to voicemail.

"Baba! You scared me!Why aren't you asleep?" Majed shrieked recovering from the scare Murtasim had just given him.

Murtasim arched his eyebrow, maintaining a stoic face, "Do you really think you should be questioning me right now?"

Majed gulped at the hard tone, he didn't hear an ounce of softness behind that sentence. He glanced up at the stairs, mentally begging his brother to come downstairs and save him, before he could shout for him, Murtasim's voice cut through, "Don't you dare! Let me hear one word, and you won't like what's to come for you!"

Majed immediately closed his mouth, looking away from the cold eyes, tugging at his jean jacket when his eyes fell on the bruise on his knuckles. He sucked in a breath, casually shoving his hand into his pockets, holding in a wince when the wound made contact with the cloth.

Murtasim sighed to himself, glancing at the time, "Get to your room! I'll deal with you tomorrow!" Sending Majed to bed seemed to be the best option for now. They were both tired and talking right now wasn't going to work.

Majed blinked at the hard tone, biting his lip trying to come up with an idea that will help him talk to Murtasim without getting scolded, but then he remembered the wounds. Not wanting to risk being caught, he passed another glance at Murtasim who didn't show a hint of emotion on his face, feeling sad he moved upstairs to his room.

Changing into a silky pyjama set, he dropped onto the bed, eyeing the door for Murtasim to walk in. Looking at the knuckles, the bruise seemed to be getting worse, he tried to touch it but pulled his hand back, hissing in pain when it stung. Walking to the mirror, he set his hair properly covering the bruise on his forehead.

Majed made his way over to the cupboard, digging in to find a pair of gloves. He ignored the mess that was piling up in the cupboard, continuing to look through. He mentally cheered when he found a pair, ignoring one glove, he carefully slid the other onto his bruised hand, wincing in pain.

Majed left his room, walking to Murtasim's room standing in front of it, he pondered if he should walk in. If I go inside would Baba let me sleep here? He's mad at me, he wouldn't! But he wouldn't stop me from sleeping in the room, right? Should I knock and check if he'll let me in? What if he's already asleep? I should just go b-

"Why are you standing there?" Murtasim cut off Majed's inner battle, stopping behind him as he had just walked upstairs after warming milk.

Majed avoided his eyes, focusing on the painting that hung on the opposite wall, mentally tracing the patterns. "Kujh nhi, me bas room me vapis ja raha tha" Majed mumbled, hating the cold voice Murtasim was using to speak to him. Even though he knew he was at fault, he hated the fact that Murtasim would give him the silent treatment.

{Nothing, I was just going back to my room}

"Ruko!" Majed stopped in his tracks, turning around to find a glass of milk was shoved in front of his face. "Finish this!" Murtasim said, gesturing to the glass.