Beyond The Pages || Halal KTH Book

The violence 42

Hey guy's I'm again here with my story.. I don't know what changes I may have gotten but it still the same writer.. 😭💕

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Authors pov

After Ahmed's departure, his workload had increased. Tabraiz used to help him, but even that could not lighten Taemoor's burden. Taemoor never complained because he had always done all this, from childhood until now.

Always hardworking, Tabraiz would thank Allah whenever he looked at him, wondering how he had been blessed with such a son.

Now everything seemed fine in the house. The silence that had existed before was no longer there. Yashal proved to be a good daughter, daughter-in-law, and wife. She changed the life of Tabraiz's son, and the atmosphere at home had changed as well. There was a sense of peace in the house.

There are two sides to a picture.

One side looks peaceful, while the other holds a storm behind that peace, and no one knows the other side of the picture.

Taemoor looked calm and peaceful, but he still carried a heavy burden of work. He was chasing those rapists while being hunted by the Mafia, yet nothing could stop him.

Saif looked like the funniest and happiest person, but deep inside, he was broken into pieces that no one could ever gather again.

Missing your family, knowing they would never come looking for you, gives you more heartbreak than anything else.

Hira was watching her husband die slowly, and she couldn't do anything. She had spent her whole life thinking she hated him for being so conservative about Yashal, but she didn't. She couldn't.

Murad thought everyone had forgiven him and that he would finally be happy, but forgiveness gave him even more guilt than being a sinner ever had.

Before dying, he was silently dying every day because of what he had done to his daughter.

She was happy, but there was still guilt that wouldn't let his daughter truly be happy in the place where she had opened her eyes.

Taemoor and Saif were working together in the mansion office.

"It's been decades since we ate somewhere outside the house," Saif expressed his wish while they were working.

Taemoor looked at him.

Is he just going to look at me like that...? Huh.

Saif shrugged.

"Think about others. Maybe your wife wants this too."

Saif spoke again. Tricks

"Saif, if you're tired, go. I'm here working, okay? Don't worry."

He spoke softly.

"But I want to go out with you, even if it's just for a little while. Is that too much, brother?"

Saif asked like a little kid.

Taemoor closed the laptop and stood up.

After some time, they were sitting in a restaurant.

Taemoor remained silent, looking around. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes, yet they never looked tired.

"Bhai, why do you work so much? I've told you to spend some time with your family. Just take a moment for yourself, bro. It will seriously affect your health."

Saif looked at him with concern.

"Saif, I've gotten used to it. It doesn't bother me anymore, working this much. Don't worry. Just enjoy the meal."