Holding on and Letting go [Complete]

25) The Revelations.

After 'She's a Phoenix," this is the one chapter I have been dying to write since the very start and I really hope I did justice to it.

Also, I dedicate this chapter to Aqsa for being an ardent reader of this book since the very start. Thank you so much for giving it a chance and sticking by it till this day.

Happy Reading!

Ahid:

When I say I've had a rough childhood and a hit-me-in-the-neck-smear-me-to-a-ruddy-blot teenage, I'm not throwing shades of any kind or what some of you might call 'seeking attention.'

Alright! Alright! I don't intend to make y'all cry by listening to my sadistically saturnine tale but I sure as hell am here to do the exact same.

Bearing with all the gut-wrenching obstacles life threw at me has given me the art to actually cope with them, not that I'm not blessed with other arts or to be more precise; the art of charms. Yes yes, narcissist alert, I'm one hell of a self-obsessed person because you see; it's better to adore your own-self rather than others.

You don't have to agree with me because I really do not care. No, wait, I'm a changed man, I do care. And I love you. Don't tell Ayat:P

Okay, now let's come to the point and I would recommend you to grab a tissue box if you're human. And don't think I'm babbling to avoid telling what I'm going to tell you because I'm not. Well actually...

*Rub my hands together*

*Warm myself up*

Okay, let's start.

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That night is still as vivid as water in my head; that horrendous night which ransacked me and maa of everything and left us with nothing. I still remember (Yes, good memory is also one of the many arts I've been blessed with. Also, don't judge me for the comic effect I'm adding in. It's my coping mechanism) my 5 years old self sleeping peacefully in the car-shaped bed I had had dada (grandfather) built up for me.

But then loud cries and squeals of maa brought me out of my slumber. Gradually, I retired from the bed in the shroud of blackness veiled over my room, my heart dropped to my stomach. My feet were following the voices themselves, I didn't want to. I was afraid. Frightful of seeing maa in a condition, my five year old self couldn't endure.

Still, mustering up as much strength as I could, I headed toward the lounge and there she was, holding on to dada, crying endlessly in his arms, her dupatta slinging from her shoulder, her hair mercilessly unkempt as she pointed to the TV situated on the front wall. Following her direction, I trailed my eyes toward the TV and my heart dropped from my stomach to knees as I gasped loudly.

Two distorted sleek black cars were brutally crashed on the asphalt road, oozing smoke amid the flood of media personnel with sirens of ambulance, fire brigade, and police cars reverberating in the background as the paramedics escorted the two bodies lying lifelessly on the stretchers inside the ambulance. Blood was etched on their every nook and I couldn't figure out if they were dead or still alive... that time at least.

And then the breaking news flashed again:

This just in. One of our top tiers and two times award winning business tycoon, Raza Ahmed, and his wife, Hajra Raza have been a victim of a very well planned car crash by none other than his rival, Ammar Khan.

Not just this, his own well know business friends informed us that just today morning, Mr. Ammar Khan paid a visit along with them to Raza Ahmed and threatened him regarding today's award function. He was also caught right on the murder spot and all the evidence point against him as well.