The days blur into nights, and Muzammil becomes a silent witness to his own misery. The house feels alive with malice, its walls echoing the sharp words and accusations of his aunt. Every corner he turns, every task he completes, seems to lead to yet another charge against him. His aunt’s voice, cold and cutting, rings in his ears like a haunting melody, her accusations growing more venomous by the day. She accuses him of stealing, of laziness, of incompetence—each claim more absurd than the last, yet delivered with a venom that leaves no room for rebuttal. Muzammil’s silence only fuels her cruelty, but he endures, his lips sealed as if bound by an invisible chain.
The weight of these accusations begins to suffocate him, pressing down on his spirit like an iron hand. Muzammil moves through the house like a ghost, unseen and unheard except when scorned or commanded. His aunt’s eyes follow him wherever he goes, searching for a reason to pounce, to tear him down further. Even his smallest mistakes are magnified into grave offenses, his every action scrutinized with cruel precision. And when she finds no fault, she creates one, weaving lies as effortlessly as a spider spins its web. Muzammil, caught in this web of deceit, feels his strength wane, but still, he does not break.
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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...
