"Blooming"

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( C h a p t e r 16 )

A new morning, a new beginning, Uzair sat leaning against the wall, holding the picture, looking at it with his sore eyes.

The smile that spread across his face, showing his disgust,

"What do you think? He who cannot take care of himself, will take care of you?

Hahaha...."

"What'd you think gul? You'll get away with all of this rhat easily?"

"I'll make you life miserable, a living hell."

That evil smile crept up on his face, seeing Gul happy in the photograph, his eyes got full of anger and hatred.

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Today was their Waalima [a wedding reception banquet that takes place after the nikah, or marriage ceremony, in an Islamic wedding] and he was sleeping, while Gul was standing in front of the mirror tieing her hair, when her eyes fell on rehan, sleeping on his bed.

"Are you going to get ready? Or just keep sleeping like this?"

The sleep wasn't deep so he could hear her voice.

No response was given.

Then the ringing of the phone disturbed his sleep even mor
He sat up disgusted.

"How good my life was, at least no one used to disturb me."

He looked at gul and murmured,

"It is a very good thing to listen to your wife..."

She was pinning her hair,

"I didn't wake up because of you, It was the phone..... whatever!"

The phone was constantly ringing and both of them had no time to talk.

He reached for the phone when Gul's voice stopped him.

"pick up the phone...."

She was annoyed by the constant ringing.

"Yes! Thank you very much for telling me..."

"Hello?" The tone was cold.

"Hey! Uzair here. "

And he, who was sitting, got startled, he immediately got off the bed and went out.

"What happened...?!"

With a hint of his eyes she asked,

"It's... an urgent call, I'll have answer it..."

He ran out of the room saying,

"Urgent call hmph!"

Mocking, she entered the bathroom.

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Every word written on that page was tearing Omar's heart, tears were flowing from those weakened eyes, he could never imagine that his daughter would have such thoughts about him, the very thought of that hatred she's holding onto.

"Gul, you were my strength, my everything."

He said while sitting there crying by that book.

****

"Haven't I have forbidden you a thousand times not to call me on this number?

It seems you don't any self-respect."

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