ll Ghuroor Ke Badal غرور کے بادل ll

30:**Chapter Thirty**

The heavy door to Kabir's office swung open with a sharp thud and in came Mir Lashari.

Kabir looked up from behind his desk, calm as ever, his dark eyes unwavering. He had known this confrontation would come.

Mir stopped just short of the desk, his voice low, but seething.

"Where is he?"

Kabir leaned back slightly in his chair, fingers laced together, his expression unreadable.

"He's safe."

"I didn't ask if he was safe. I asked where the hell my son is." Mir's voice cracked, rough and grating with days of anxiety and fury pent up inside it. "I've been trying to reach him. I've sent men. I've called. I've done everything. And not a single damn word from him. You think that's acceptable?"

Kabir exhaled slowly. His jaw clenched.

"He's at the farmhouse," he said quietly. "Mine."

A beat of silence.

Mir slammed his palm on the edge of the desk, the sound echoing through the office like a gunshot.

"You hid him from me, Kabir?"

"I didn't hide him." Kabir's voice was cool, controlled, but firm. "I gave him space. Something no one else ever did."

Mir's chest heaved as he stared at him. There was a fury in his eyes—but beneath it, an unmistakable ache.

"I am his father," he said through clenched teeth. "I have a right to know where he is. Especially after what happened—after what he found out."

Kabir stood now, slowly, matching Mir's height.

"And that's exactly why he doesn't want to see you right now," Kabir replied, steady. "Because what he found out destroyed him. He's broken, Uncle. He's not just running away from you—he's trying to breathe."

Mir turned away for a second, his hand rubbing at his temple.

"You think I don't know he's hurting?" he muttered, more to himself than to Kabir. "You think I haven't been hurting too?"

Kabir's tone softened, but only slightly.

"Then show it. Not like this. Not with men tracking him like he's some fugitive. Not with orders barked like commands. That's not what he needs right now."

Mir glanced toward the window, his voice finally quiet.

"He won't take my calls."

Kabir nodded. "Because he doesn't trust what you'll say."

Kabir's expression shifted then. Still reserved, but something gentler in his eyes "He needs time, Uncle.

Then Mir sat down on one of the chairs "I've made many mistakes," he said plainly. "Most of which I've never admitted to anyone. But this one... this one might cost me my son."

Kabir said nothing. He knew this wasn't a moment for interruption.

Mir exhaled deeply, voice cracking slightly.

"When I found out people had come asking questions in the village... when babajaan told me people were digging again... I panicked. Everything I did, I did to shield Rohan. Even the silence. Even the lie."

He looked down, as if ashamed of his own truth.

"I never wanted him to know. I just wanted to protect him from what that knowledge might do to him. And now..."

He trailed off.

Kabir stepped closer, his arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"He doesn't see it that way. Right now, all he knows is that the man he called 'Baba' lied to him his entire life."