His aunt’s accusations, absurd in their extremity, grow more ridiculous with time. Each new charge seems to carry less substance than the last, yet they never cease. A stolen pencil here, a misplaced piece of clothing there—petty grievances that carry the weight of mountains when spoken by his aunt. And still, Muzammil swallows each insult, one after the other, his pride a distant memory, his spirit battered but unbroken. The world may see him as nothing more than a servant, but in the depths of his heart, he clings to a whisper of hope—that somehow, against all odds, he will escape the suffocating grip of this injustice.
But the toll it takes on him is undeniable. The repeated verbal lashings, the constant undermining, begin to chip away at his sense of self. The belief that there is something better waiting for him begins to feel like a cruel illusion, a mirage fading before his eyes. How much longer can he endure the endless slings and arrows? How many insults can one person withstand before they finally break under the weight of it all? Muzammil cannot answer these questions, but he feels them echo in his chest, louder with every passing day.
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General FictionThe story of an orphan teen boy who is snubbed by relatives and waits for his imaginary friend to take him away from these miseries. As the story evolves, problems in the boy's life increase, taking viewers on a roller coaster ride of emotions. "Ill...
