¦¦Chapter 8¦¦

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"Morning dad

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"Morning dad .",said Ayansh sitting next to Cabir in the dining table .

"Morning ",came a curt reply . Cabir was busy on his phone when Ayansh slapped him on the back oh his head .

"Ow!What was that for?," he shouted.

"For fun", he said.

Sighing they let it be. After having their breakfast they left for the gym together.

"You remember, when we were small, we used to sit with chachi and think that we'd go together to gym and then bring lots of things for everyone. How old were at that time?", Ayansh said with a dreamy look remembering the best person after his mother.

"I guess around ten year old.", Cabir said.

Both them were quite after that. Once Cabir started his bike he was set to leave when Ayansh joined him on the back seat.
"What? Ek hi jagha jana hai. Kya fark padta ke kon chalta hai?"

Cabir just sighed, he seemed to be doing thay a lot these days.

On the other hand Ayansh was trying to remember his mom. He'd seemed to forget her because his mom was a topic no one ever appreciated being brought up.

He had a vague memory of a woman with thick curly black hair and brown eyes.

He sighed, he couldn't quite remember her but he would never forget her either.

After a solid workout they got showered in the gym locker rooms and went to the optical stores to get Cabir glasses and contact lenses.

"Dude, why are you getting them again?", Ayansh asked. He couldn't just digest the fact that Cabir was getting glasses when he could easily do some exercises and his eyes would be fine 'cause he only had a small number.

"Because, I'll be taking tutions plus we have exams and then I have to manage dad's treatment. I need jobs and if I spend time on exercising then I'll loose him too.", Cabir stated.

He was affected by the turn of the tables a lot, but he didn't show it.
After all, no one would understand.

No one would ever understand him in a way his mother did.

They say, that time heals wounds but it definitely doesn't becuse even after all of these years, Cabir clearly hadn't healed.

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Sorry for the extremely short chapter.
But this is where I decided to stop and edit all the chapters of this book first cause I just realised that I didn't change the fact that Cabirs father is alive.
He isn't dead.
He was supposed to be I decided against it.

So I'll go and change it and then be back with the updates.
The chapters whose titles will contain

' |¦ Chapter No. |¦'

are edited otherwise not.

Love,
N.

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