"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...
I know. I said next chapter will be Izad's flashback. Sorry about that.
I needed to upload it first.
Next will the Flashback. Thanks you all for reading.
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"Izad! " Hammad yelled, as I came out of shower. "Hey!! " I greeted him, as we shook hands. "I'm leaving tonight." He really pisses me off.
"I know, I booked your tickets." Stretching a smile on my face, he awkwardly laughed.
"I have arranged a small party, tonight. Get ready at 8.00pm" he tapped my shoulder and left. I caught the wounds on my hand from last night, they are still swelled. 'you never deserved it.' She don't deserve it. I'm not chasing her, I never chased. If she agrees to get out of here, I can help her, but if she's trying to show me any tantrums. I'm not taking her shit any longer. I have done worse things and I'm not standing accountable to them, so why her? I wore my sweat pants, and T-shirt. I desperately needed a haircut, after few weeks I'm going to look like Hamza. His whole face is dipped in hair and beared, you can hardly work out his features.
Party. What should I wear? That jerk didn't tell me, if I'm supposed to wear formals. I hope I have some suits, I went through my closet, I have suits. I don't have casuals. "Do you have tranditional clothes?" I looked at the door where Zafar stood.
"What? " I asked.
"Hammad prepared a Qawali night. I need shalwar kameer." Zafad was irked.
"You okay? "
"Okay?? " he exclaimed, glancing back and lowering his voice this time. "You are sending me with that chick, alone. For a week. I'm devastated." Chick. Yea that's the best choice of word for Hammad, he was sensitive more then any girls I came across.
"Sorry, about your misery." I jocked.
"You owe me for this." I put a hand on chest as a dramatic gesture of respect.
"Get to the main problem. Shalwar suit." Zafar and I never wore, Shalwar kameez. And I have no idea how to feel about it. Hamza wears it, every friday. He looks good in it, with his beard and all.
"What's the problem in it, Shopping then." Zafar threw the car keys at me, as we went out. "And yea you are paying."
