Winter's Last Stand {COMPLETED}

Chapter 25

Assalamoalaikum

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5 more chapters and this story ends.

I was thinking of writing another story but now I'm dropping the idea coz I'm really not getting what I want.

Seriously!! It takes 4 to 5 hours to write these long ass chapters and I'm getting nothing out of it.

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I'm tired of fighting,I feel like I'm dying,But this unbearable pain,It drives me insane.
I'm barely holding on,I just want it to be gone,But this suffering won't end,It is fighting until it wins.
I'm quickly losing hope,I can hardly cope,But I push through the day,Searching for a better way.  

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Father's name: Dawood Ahmed Khan

He wasn't shocked, even a bit to see that name written on a mere piece of paper. 
The moment he saw that little boy he realized he knew him. Those eyes and the posture, the way that boy was walking. Things were joining itself making a chain which now made sense.

He called his secretary for postponement of meetings and headed straight towards Islamabad. He was happy yet excited to see how he would react at the news.

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He was attending a meeting with Kuwaitians. He was starting a hotel chain and needed investors. The meeting was successful. They agreed with his plans and were ready to invest. They left with radiating ecstasy. 

Of course he felt it.

 Yet he wasn't happy.

 It was his victory. 

Yet his heart wasn't ready to accept it.

But no he didn't give up on his hopes. 

Yet his heart dreaded the worst.

He left the conference room and headed towards his office, took off his coat and collapsed on his chair. He retired his hands at the back of his head and looked at the ceiling.

Where are you?

He felt darkness again.

'I feel darkness all around.', he said shivering with fear.

'Only in the darkness can you see the stars.', Baba said rubbing his cold arms.

He remembered the times when he was totally loosing control, frantically driving to him, asking for help.

He jolted at the thud of wooden door and whipped his head in the direction. He saw Umar running towards him.He jumped on the table, scattering everything that was on the table god knows where.

'You're not a kid anymore.', he said rolling his eyes way too much that Umar dreaded they would ever come back.

'I'm way too happy today',  Umar said sitting on the table with his legs on Dawood's handrest.

'Well congratulations now get out.', he said nudging his shoes away but he was determined.

'You're not going to ask about it.', he said pouting like a girl. 

'You would tell anyway.', he said now struggling with his knees but it made his chair dangle backward in the air so he gave up.

'Are you scared of it?', Umar said deliberately dangling his chair backward now.

Dawood gasped and pushed Umar's legs with all his might, getting free. He stood and moved to the sofa, Umar followed and slumped beside him.

'Really, you're not going to ask me?', he said looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

'What is it?', he said lighting up his cigar.

'You guess..', he said taking out a cigar from the box in Dawood's coat, asking him for a lighter.

'You've got a wife.', he said deadpan lighting up Umar's cigar.

'You're a genius, I like that shirt by the way.', Umar said pointing at the shirt he was wearing beneath the coat.

Dawood just looked away, taking a deep smoke strain in his lungs.

'And you noticed it now...!!', Dawood said letting smoke invade the room now.

'Yeah its interesting that you're wearing it from the day I found you in the mall.', he said half smiling taking the bitter between his lips.

'She gifted this to me.', he said looking at him.

'And I'm shocked that you accepted it.', barking at him with anger.

'I didn't, at first.', he said with sluggish voice.

Umar just shot him a glare and then looked away. He was angry at him and Dawood knew it.
They kept silent, a calm silence, letting everything drain into smoke.

'Beautiful, hun?', Umar blurted out of the blue.

'The most-- wait who?', he asked cutting himself amidst.

'Wife.'

'Yours?', he asked raising his brows.

'No yours.', Umar said deadpan looking away.

Dawood laughed at him taking it as a joke but slowly his laughter died and he looked at him. 

Umar kept his head down looking serious.

'What?', Dawood asked slowly turning his attention fully towards him.

'How old do you think your child would be?', Umar asked from his former position.

'Around five or less. Why?', he said throwing the cigar in the ash tray.

'I sponsored a cricket match recently in Pindi, there was a boy around five. He looked like you. I went to the school bribed his credentials, and you wouldn't believe what I'm about to say?', he said looking at him checking his curiousness.

'I can't-- what is it?', Dawood couldn't formulate the words.

'His mother's name is Hoor-e-Arsh.', he said dropping the bomb on his head.

Dawood went rigid and his heart began to fade into the nearest shadow. His eyes locked with Umar, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock. Pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he heard from him. Eyes glistening.

'And his father's name is Dawood Ibrahim Khan.', he said with pure ecstasy.

Dawood dropped his head in his hands not knowing what to say. 

'I don't know if I'm happy or scared.', he voice was a bare rasp whisper.

'Take me to her.'