Malik mansion

A man held his phone tightly as he heard the words from the other side said by the person. His tears fell continuously as he spoke in his pleading voice.

?- please aisa mat boliye, I'll do anything you say, lekin meri galti ki itni badi saza mat dijiye mujhe. He pleaded as his hands started trembling now. Again some words were said from the other side making him froze. n-nai...

He whispered and his eyes went wide in shock and dis-believe. He tried to control his cries so that he can talk normally but he couldn't do that, the emotionas in him were flowing deeply.

?- nai, aisa nahi hosakta aap please use samjhaiye ki chahe wo mujhe maaf na karen lekin mujhe itni badi saza mat den, mai bardasht nahi kar paunnga, please i- hello? H-hello!?? And the line went dead.

?- ya allah meri madad farma... He whispered looking up a little and fell on his knees breaking into more sobs. Just then the door of the room opened.

?- zain? He said as he stepped near him and knelt down keeping his hand on zain's back.

Zain- h-hamdan mai kya karun, baba maan nahi rahe hain. Please tu bol na unhe ki mai ye bardasht nahi kar sakta, mujhe bohut regret ho raha hai. He said through his sobs making hamdan tear up too.

Hamdan- zain, shayad ye bade baba ka decision nahi hai... He said and zain's heart beat fastened as he realised what hamdan meant.

Zain- n-nai hamdan please aisa mat bol... He whispered feeling his breath hitch while hamdan just hugged him. He closed his eyes feeling helpless, he was trying to be strong for zain, but he shared the same pain as zain, even he wanted to cry his heart out like him. But can he, when his brother is breaking?

Other room

A boy was laying on his bed while staring at the ceiling blankly being lost in thoughts. Then, his phone pinged with a notification. He looked at his phone kept on the side table and quickly sat up straight.

He took his phone and opened it with his hopeful eyes. But then his hope vanished and eyes teared up. It was an email from his office, nothing much. But that was enough for him to keep staring at the phone screen as if waiting for the message to change into something he was expecting.

?- aur kab tak aap aisa karenge bhai? The person asked as he stood a little away from the bed, he entered few seconds back but the boy didn't notice him. The boy just quitly kept his phone back on the side table hearing the voice.

?- kya kar Raha hun mai haris? He asked now looking at haris.

Haris- intezaar... Kyu kar rahe hai aap ye intezaar bhai? Jabke aapko pata hai ke shayd ab kuch nahi ho sakta hai. He said softly though he didnt like his own words.

?- usne bhi toh kiya tha intezaar, toh ab mera bhi farz banta hai ke bina kuch kahe mai intezaar karun. He said lowly as a broken smile came on his face making haris's heart ache.

Haris- dua kariye bhai, ke ye intezaar zyada lamba na ho. Mai bhi kar raha hun, aap bhi kariye. He said and without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the room. And just as he did, his tears fell while he covered his mouth with his palm to not let out a sob.

He felt helpless and weak, pretending to be strong was becoming difficult for him. But for his brothers, he had to be strong, he has to give them support. But what is the use of all this when nothings going to fix anything untill and unless she returns...

Haris- ab toh bas ek hi khwahish aur dua hai ya allah, please zaima ko wapas yahan la lijiye...

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