Inayat Zoraiz Vazair: The Chatterbox, A 20 years Old Girl. The perfect example of a mischievous Child. The Drama Queen. Inayat had it all, a Girl would ever want. A loving Family, Supporting Friends and Caring Cousins, more then this she had a great...
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He stood near the window, looking outside. It was 9 am at morning. The shirt was scrumbled, as the first two buttons of his shirt were open. He inhaled deeply to calm himself, running a hand threw his dark black curly hairs, he fisted them in a harsh grip.
The door opened with a panting women, She entered inside. His grip on his head loosened. He turned towards her, to see her already approaching him.
"Bhai, aap theeek hien?" She at first glanced at the messed up room. Then she gazed at him again, and asked.
(Brother, Are you fine?)
"Hmmm." He sat on the bed with a groan. While she took place on the couch Infront of his bed.
"Bad dreams again?" She licked her lip nervously as she asked him, she would have never been here, if he hadn't yelled so loudly.
"Hmmm." He nodded his head.
"Then why don't you, ummm I mean go back and try to confront her?" She hesitated first, then tightly gripping her hand she said.
A smile erupted on his face, as if he laughed at her question. Then a laugh boomed in the room, but a hollow laugh.
"Will you forgive him? Because if you do then I can think of asking for it too." He looked at her for good minute, before proceeding his words.
Her face drained, she looked at him shocked. Shocked to react. He had never asked her about the past but today he all of a sudden just speak about forgiveness.
"Kyoo? Aap Ka or us shaks Ka kya Len dain?" She confusingly spoke. As far as she know this man infront of her was the perfect man. He doesn't raise voice at women, he doesn't insult them, he looks down while speaking to them. He respects elders. He loves children. So he was way too better then him.
(Why? You both aren't related anywhere?)
"Han ya Na?" He was still stuck on the question. She saw how he was looking down, not at her.
"Nahien. Vo shaks Jo apne bache se inkaar kr skta hai, Jo subke saamne mujhe badkirdaar keh skta hai, mien use Kabhi maaf nahien kroon gi, Kabhi nahien." There was a different fire on her face, the fire of revenge, the fire to avenge herself. The anger to destroy him. The hate to kill him.
(No, A men who can deny his child's existence, who can call me characterless infront of the whole family, I can never forgive him, no never.)
"Tumhare pass to maafi ki wajah hai, Ezriel. Tum chaho to Apne bete ke liye maaf kr skty ho or mien, mien ne to uski vo wajah bhi khatam kr Di." She looked shocked at him, trying to grasp his words. Did he killed someone?
(You have a reason to forgive, Ezriel. If you want you can forgive him for your son, but I, I destroyed that reason too.)
"Y-you, Did you kill someone?" She asked him. She was scared of his answer, the man she was living with since last 3 years, has killed someone. He smiled at her, as he shook his head.
