"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...
وقت نے ہے کیا ہم پے کیسا ستم تم بھی بیزار ہو برباد ہیں ہم.
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5 years back.
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Izad POV.
I stood in front gate. I don't know if it was appropriate to call it my home. I left it when I was quite young. It's the first time I'm visiting them, in three years.
I entered the main gate, the guard came to me, his hands folded in his back. "Whom you wanna meet sir?"
"Mom. Sara Shah." I furthur clarified, when he looked puzzled. He sniffed a bit. I knew I shouldn't have drink, it were just two sips, but he was doubting me.
He tapped my shoulder, "Go, brother. Get your self wasted somewhere else."
"It's my home.!" I yelled, as he turned and went back to his seat. "Aren't you listening? " he waved his hand, asking me to leave. I felt an urgent need to get back to Rayna, she's the only one, who never snub me. I rushed to the gate, but he pushed me. "How dare you prick. It's my home.!"
"I'm working here, for two years I have never seen you around" I barked, "Get lost drunkard." I stumbled back, as he hit me with his stick. I rushed to grab his shoulder, ?"How dare you. I worth shit, motherfucker." I threw a hard punch across his face, he gathered himself and pushed his gun out.
"REHMAAN!!!!" I heared Dad yell. He stood beside his car door, looking handsome and elite in his suit and quiff. I was looking shit in my track suit. The guard immediately put his gun back, "Sir he was trying to intrude in." he defended himself. Dad fuming eyes turned to me, he held my arm in an iron grip and dragged me inside. I'm already hell scared, but I promised Rayna about the Rehab and I need to tell my parents. Lillys were glooming in the garden along with few white roses. Mom loved lillys. Hamza would be applying for college now, I wonder what program he'll chose, probably something related to buiseness. Dad had a huge influence on his life, he was trying hard that Hamza won't end up like me. I don't want him to be me.
