The days drag on, stretching endlessly before Muzammil, each one more oppressive than the last. It is as though time itself conspires to bind him in a never-ending cycle of torment, each minute an agonizing reminder of his helplessness. The house, once a place he sought refuge, now feels like a prison. His aunt’s every action, every word, every glance, is a chain that binds him more tightly to his fate. There is no respite in sight, no flicker of kindness to break the harsh monotony of his existence. He is not a person in their eyes; he is a tool, a servant, someone to be used and discarded at their whim.
Yet, even in the depths of this crushing despair, Muzammil holds onto a fragment of something he cannot fully understand—a quiet, stubborn hope. It is not born from reason or logic, but from something deeper within his soul, something that refuses to be extinguished despite the suffocating weight of his circumstances. Every insult, every accusation is a blow to his spirit, but it is also fuel for this strange fire within him. He knows that one day, somehow, things will change, that the crushing grip of his aunt’s cruelty will eventually loosen.
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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...
