VENGEANCE

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[A/N, I've changed the name of Afzal's son, from Wasey to Zakariya. Don't be confused 💕 vote and comment! ]

"I do not understand what you are talking about. The last time I talked to Khizr was last year, with you." Shabir said, looking confused.

"You may leave now." Farooq said, Shabir nodded and turned around to face a disappointed Raheem. Shabir left the room, and Raheem left behind him to enquire further as he did not trust Shabir's statement at all.

"Shabir Uncle!" Raheem called, making Shabir halt his footsteps as he turned around to face him. "I want to talk." He said, Shabir nodded.

"Not here, let's go to the ca-"Raheem's words stopped when he heard his sister's scream, regret filled him as he ran back to the office. All whilst cursing himself for leaving her alone with their angry father.

Raheem opened the door to find his sister in the corner of the room, her forehead bleeding. He saw the glass vase in his father's hand which he was to throw at the girl, he reached out and held the vase to prevent him from attacking her further. "Baba, stop!" he shouted almost immediately as his father tried pushing him away.

"This girl never leaves a day to humiliate me!" Farooq seethed in anger, as Raheem pulled the Vase out of his hand and put it on the table. Raheem got the glass of water for Farooq to calm him down but he pushed his hand away, throwing the glass in Amal's direction.

Though fortunately, the glass smashed a metre away from her. Farooq walked to her, grabbing the back of her head, "One more time you pull this act, and won't hesitate burning you alive. Do you get that?" Farooq pulled on her hair, Amal nodded with her tear stained face, and left the office.

Raheem sat down next to her almost immediately, hugging her. "It was Shabir Uncle, I'm not lying-" Amal sobbed into her brother's chest who rubbed her back trying to calm her down.

"I know you're not lying, Amal. I also know why his statement changed, but don't worry. I'll fix this up." Raheem assured her.

Flashback-

Amal's chest tightened as she comprehended Shabir's false statement. Each breath became a struggle, her lungs forgetting how to expand. Her heart pounded erratically. She felt trapped, suffocated by anxiety, the weight of betrayal stealing her ability to breathe.

Desperate, she took off her niqab, hoping to ease her breathing. But before she could react, a hand gripped her upper arm. Amal gasped as she was pulled to her feet, facing her father. His hands clamped onto her arms with a force that promised bruises.

"You! You little bitch! I always thought you were a meek woman. How fucking wrong I was! I should've married you off to the first proposal I got from Mr. Mirza!" Farooq glared at her, his fingers digging into her skin. Amal whimpered in pain, trying to free herself. "Being disciplined by men like Mirza is how brazen women like you get fixed."

Amal was taken aback, struggling to comprehend his words when a harsh slap landed across her face. The force sent her crashing into the corner of the table. She screamed as excruciating pain shot through her forehead, followed by a trickle of blood. Desperately, she pulled herself into a corner, trying to shield herself.

Suddenly, the door burst open and her brother rushed in, positioning himself between her and their father. freeing herself. "Being disciplined by men like Mirza is how brazen women like you fix up." Amal was taken aback by his statement, but before she could fully comprehend these words a harsh slap followed her.

The force pushed her into a corner of the table, she let out a scream as she felt an excruciating pain in her forehead followed by blood. She pulled herself into the corner to shield herself. The next moment, the door was wide open and her brother rushed in shielding her from her father.

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