AmarBail

Chapter 5

Zaviyar sat in the upper house, absorbed in the budget papers, while the opposition's fiery arguments filled the room. The debate was intense, each word a strategic move in a high-stakes game. He focused on the figures before him, determined to craft a compelling counterpoint to the fervent critiques.

Chaudhary Zain turned to Zaviyar with a scornful edge. "Chairman Sahab, our country faces a severe economic crisis, yet the government has allocated a staggering amount to defense. Can we really afford this? Under my father's leadership, the economy thrived. Since this government took over, we've only seen decline and mounting debt. But why would Zaviyar Shah care?" Zain's voice dripped with disdain. Zaviyar met his gaze, eyebrows raised in a mix of challenge and curiosity.

At home, Mustafa Shah and Alia Sahiba were settled comfortably in the living room, engrossed in the live broadcast of the Senate session. Mustafa, with his keen interest in politics, adjusted the volume as Alia, equally invested but more focused on the nuances, leaned forward in her chair. They exchanged occasional glances, their shared interest sparking thoughtful conversations about the proceedings.
Zaviyar shot a furious gaze towards Zain, his rage barely contained. Every fiber of his being wanted to grab Zain by the collar, drag him to his lions at the daira, and watch them feast on him. But somehow, he held back, forcing himself to compose and maintain control over the fury that burned within.
"Chairman Shahab, do you see what's happening? They're becoming family now—his brother, a so-called servant of the nation, is about to marry into the household of the new Army chief. We can't just sit by and watch! Our so-called defenders are building empires, lining their pockets with the defense budget, and here he is, conspiring with his father. It's all part of their grand scheme! Mark my words, once their party chairman Zimaran dies, his father will be the next prime minister. And if I'm wrong, Zaviyar Shah, then correct me! Isn't this exactly your and your father's plan? Within days, he'll be sitting in a minister's chair, either as the foreign minister or the interior minister!"
Before he could utter another word, Zaviyar exploded, his fury silencing the room.

"Zaviyar Shah, don't abuse! Turn off his mic! Zaviyar, sit down!" The Senate Chairman's voice cut through the chaos as he tried to regain control. Despite his efforts, Zaviyar continued to lash out at Zain with a torrent of abusive language, while Zain smirked in response. Meanwhile, Zaviyar's own party members stepped in, attempting to restrain him and bring him back into line, but his fury was a wild force that seemed difficult to contain.
"Ah, don't bother with the abuse, Zaviyar. Just deny what I've said, and we'll see for ourselves in the coming days and during the election. Was I wrong? Just deny it. Chairman Shahab, let him speak." Zain chaudhery said.

Zaviyar Shah composed himself, though he was still furious. His mic was turned on.

"Chairman sahab he thinks he will lecture us on how to run a country. We've been doing this since my grandfather's time. Back then, not only did the country's economy thrive, but we also had strong ties with our defenders. Which country doesn't invest in its defense? He seems to have forgotten that under my grandfather's leadership, this country became a nuclear power. What we do in our personal lives is no one's business. We've been in politics for 50 years, and they have only just entered. We've seen his father's last tenure. Yes, the country was flourishing, but only because we allowed it. We didn't create obstacles like this opposition is doing in our tenure, only to weaken the country."

He spoke, but his anger had not yet subsided. He turned to zain, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

| "Batao apne baap ka tenure. Jab woh mere dada ke kadmo mein baitha karta tha politics mein enter hone ke liye. Ye humein batayenge ke mulk kaise chalana hai? Chup kyun ho? Gussa aa raha hai bachay ko? Tumhari politics dekhi thi. Jab tum ye election haar gaye the. Tumhare baap ne usi gate ka darwaza khatkhaaya yahan baithne ke liye. Aur tum? Tumhein awaam ne reject kar diya hai, Zain."|