Bekaraan [Limitless]

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"Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs."
- Pearl Strachan Hurd

Bent over the mahogany table, Jibran was immersed in the papers strewn over it. That's when the giant oak doors of his study table were thrown open with a loud thud. He didn't have to arch his head up to know who it was.

"I was expecting you." He said, flicking a page.

"Where is he?" Hamail didn't beat about the bush.

"You consider me a fool if you think I'd tell you that."

Hamail put both his hands on the table and bent over, towering him. "I won't ask you again." He seethed, the vein on his forehead plopping.

Jibran drew a deep breath before gesturing towards the seat across his table. "Sit down."

"I'm not here to chat." He spit out.

"Too much anger. This is not the Hamail I know."

"It's my sister that is in question."

"He hasn't gone to Mahrukh." He said, unperturbed.

"How can you claim that? And why would I even believe you? You gave me your word you wouldn't help him run away at the wedding, and you clearly lied."

Jibran sighed, taking his glasses off and putting them on the table. "I didn't lie, Hamail. I could've taken him that night, too, but I didn't because I didn't want any chaos to ensue after everything that happened. I wanted everything to go down smoothly without any disturbance. But you can't expect me to let my son stay there all his life. He's my son."

"And Mahru Aapi is my sister."

"Don't start with this, Hamail, You're not in a position to defend your point after everything Zulkifal has done. Your own cousin sowed the seed your sister is reaping."

"Without any fault of hers." He seethed.

"When was it Nageen's fault?" He arched his eyebrows, a hint of anger in his voice. "My daughter also doesn't deserve any of what Zulkifal is making her go through."

Hamail leaned forward on the table. "Then take a stand for your daughter. End this alliance."

"You know I can't do that."

"Why? Because of your fear of Abba? Because all your privileges will be taken from you?" He threw his hands around. "Because this grand house that you live in will be snatched from you? Because you prefer your comfort over your own daughter? Is money more important than your own daughter?"

His words cut through him like needles. His eyes sharpened. "Get out of my house."

"Not before you tell me where Bilal is." He matched his glare with his own piercing one.

"I've sent him out of the country. Don't ask me which because no way you're getting that out of me."

"Why do I believe you?"

"You don't have to. And I'm not going to convince you either."

Hamail gnashed his teeth. As of this moment he wanted nothing but to grab his collars and beat the shit out of this man, but he had always learned to respect his elders. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't act on his nerves. This had always been his biggest weakness - not being able to stand up for what he believed in.

"How do I know he won't go after her again?"

Jibran leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. The calm in his stance rattled Hamail to his very core. How easy all of this was for him! Just how power and money had made these people immune to inhumanity and vices. He had always been against the ways of his family, but also never had enough courage to speak against them. One glare from Aslam and it'd shut him up for good. He was just a kid when Sana had died at the hands of her own father. The nightmare had never left him. He'd live it in his dreams every night like it was a part of him. And he'd feel it the same he did that night.