Twisted Rivalry ⚖️🗡

Pain , Suffering and mess !!

Rahman's mansion*

Obaid-ur-rahman shouting at Haroon's secretary^

Why the hell you man, who the heck are you to allow him to drive the car himself?!!

Haider (Haroon's secretary)-

Sir, but he was very furious and before we enter outside he just took the Car and left us behind..

Obaid-ur-rahman-

Then, why you shit people, why i made you as his secretary?? Why the hell are you for??!!!

Haider-

Sir sorry!!
But we followed him and he was driving very fast and furiously..
We were just little apart with him

Obaid-ur-rahman-

You are fired!!

Haider-

But si... (sir)

Obaid-ur-rahman interrupted-

Just shut up your fucking mouth..
And spare me ...

Obaid-ur-rahman pov-

After he get to know abt the situation that Haroons car gets bump..

This boy is getting on my nerves, if I really didn't pity on him at that day .. I'd be living a peaceful happy life,, I am all distorted. Why the hell he's my boy!! Not sparing me a single day to live peacefully..

Haroon's room*

[Haroon wearing a black shirt with all its buttons open blanket lied all over him, laying on his bed unconsciously,]

Meherema Obaid-ur-rahman-
Rahman's mansion*

Obaid-ur-rahman shouting at Haroon's secretary^

Why the hell you man, who the heck are you to allow him to drive the car himself?!!

Haider (Haroon's secretary)-

Sir, but he was very furious and before we enter outside he just took the Car and left us behind..

Obaid-ur-rahman-

Then, why you shit people, why i made you as his secretary?? Why the hell are you for??!!!

Haider-

Sir sorry!!
But we followed him and he was driving very fast and furiously..
We were just little apart with him

Obaid-ur-rahman-

You are fired!!

Haider-

But si... (sir)

Obaid-ur-rahman interrupted-

Just shut up your fucking mouth..
And spare me ...

Obaid-ur-rahman pov-

After he get to know abt the situation that Haroons car gets bump..

This boy is getting on my nerves, if I really didn't pity on him at that day .. I'd be living a peaceful happy life,, I am all distorted. Why the hell he's my boy!! Not sparing me a single day to live peacefully..

Haroon's room*

[Haroon wearing a black shirt with all its buttons open blanket lied all over him, laying on his bed unconsciously,]

Meherema Obaid-ur-rahman-

Sitting behind him,, constantly reciting tasbeeh (prayer beads).,