"How are you sweety? " He asked.
"He's here. " A wisper came.
"where are you? "
" locked. "
"Where's mummy? "
"With him"
Izad Shah was always the infuriated and stubborn child, with a messed up past, still surviving a regretfull life, he aims...
اے محبت تیرے انجام پے رونا آیا جانے کیوں آج تیرے نام پے رونا آیا
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Izad. POV
"I think you should go, for that meeting" Zafar and I were convincing Hammad, to go for a meeting. In short we want him out of this house, for a few days. "Don't worry. You just have to sign some papers" Zafar insisted. Hammad was afraid that he may have to interact and give presentations, this man can't even do that. "I will be with you, to handle the odds" Zafar was trying his ass off.
"Okay." He still hesitated but agreed, "I'll tell Rayna and then we'll leave." We both got alarmed. "Why are You troubling Rayna?" Zafar questioned. "It's just week."
"It's a week, I need her to take care of me"
"how old are you?" I blurted out. Zafar glared me, he already warned me to not talk much with Hammad. I already sassed him enough.
"I need her to manage my clothes and food." Someone please kill me. He was a decade older then me, and I still felt as if I was talking to a toddler. I wasn't able to control my irritation and stormed out. He was a kid, like literally a kid.
I walked down and saw Rayna in the kitchen, again. This girl spend her entire day in between vegetables and pots. I rushed to the kitchen. "Tell Hammad you aren't going." I declared, her whole body shook at my abrupt intuition. She looked me puzzled. The red cheeks and nose, drop of sweat sparkled her face. "Hammad is going abroad for a buiseness trip and you are not, so refuse when he ask you." her mouth slightly open, and soon a frown took over her confused state.
"Who the hell are you, to dictate me that." She tried hard to keep her frown. "I can talk my husband as I want to"
"I can talk my husband as I want to" She wiped her face back, dumbfounded as I mimicked her. "I don't sound like that" She exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Her eyes popped out. " You sound like that and do as I say." I and ran upstairs to talk to Zafar. I countered and rushed out when she started to argue. I'm not working that much, still I'm feeling exaushted.
I saw Zafar coming out of Hammad's room. He have convinced him by now. He shook his head, answering my silent question. "I talked to Rayna, she'll refuse."
"Like he'll listen. The baby needs someone to feed him." Zafar rolled his eyes and pushed me aside to walk towards his room. He was frustrated.
"I'll make your presentations." I offered, he had his own buiseness to take care, and he accompanied me here, for nothing particular his intrest. A small smile captured his lips.
"I'm fine, Izzy. It's not work" he removed his, T-shirt, and turned his face to me. "It's you. " He started it again, I immediately turn to leave "Don't go!" he yelled, "I'm not arguing right now, but you need to focus yourself."
