Familia

They entered the bungalow. He looked up at the mansion, a faint memory appeared in his mind. When he first came there. An eight y/o child who just lost his mother.

Well his childhood. There was nothing to remember about except for many bitter memories burning him up to his gut.

"So we have arrived. Let's go inside." Ashar gave all the luggage to one of the maids and they started moving towards the inside.

Gate, garrage and they entered the first portion. A wide hallway with beautiful furnishure and expensive paintings expressing the rich taste of it's residents.

"You? I thought you are gone forever." A lady from their behind passed a remark. She was annoyed probably. Her face could tell.

"Umm yes Im back. So, How are you?" Faizi replied as he was the one who was remarked at.

"Quite well until I saw you." She tossed a poisonous reply which dissed Faizi so hard.

Mahnoor and Ashar felt really bad but as they knew opening their mouths would be risky in front of someone psycho like Fareeday.

"Fareeday! He is your son." A man in his mid fifties appeared. He just entered the scene and saw what happened.

"HE.IS.NOT.MY.SON" She gritted her teeth and continued.

"I declared you years earlier. I never accepted him as my son and will never do. His mother destroyed my family and you expect me to embrace him as my son? Well Sorry Muqeet Shah. That's not happening. Not in my this life." She was infuriated to a point that she didn't notice how much is she hurting Faizi who was born to pay back for the mistakes his mom and dad once made. Years ago.

She angrily left the hall. Probably getting late for some kitty party. Pakistani women are quite obssessed with kitty parties.

Well good event to show off your money and status. That's all what it is.

"Son! My brilliant son! You are finally here. I'm so proud of you. Just forget what she said. She has always been like that. You know well." Man in his mid fifties hugged him not realizing he had slight tears.

"Ye- Yeah Thankyou and nah Minding her is not my style"

He replied holding him back to best level possible.

"Excellent. I know you are my strong son. Congratulations on your specialization son. I knew from the day you were born. I knew it you are brilliant."

He proudly said holding his both shoulders.

"Who's missing me. Im emotional as well." Another man entered the hall who seemed to be in his late twenties.

"Aah Rehman Bhai. No one is missing you. Join the hug man." Faizi replied to his elder step brother.

He seemed quite nice. Stepped forward and he joined the hug.

"Well if it's a group hug What are you doing there Ashar. C'mon my boy" Dad invited Ashar and he happily joined the hug.

"Well Leave the emotional drama. Congratulations on your specialization. I'm proud of you."

Rehman smiled at him.

"Thankyou so much Bro. Im honoured to have you on my side." He replied with a bright smile.

"Well Imma leave, got a meeting. You come with me Rehman."

Dad said looking at his phone.

"Okay then We'll be leaving. Party hard bruh" Rehman winked at him and he smiled.

Dad and Rahman left. There were Faizi and Ashar left in the hallway. Mahnoor had already left.

"Well him and his meetings." Faizi sighed. "Did he ever treated me like I'm his blood son and not someone he adopted and can take as granted?" He opened up for a sec but then realised all that was in vain.

"Well after what Fareeday aunt did Im defo not letting you meet your step brothers. Let's meet mom. She's been waiting for you."

"As if they are waiting for me huh.' He smirked 'And yeah Imma meet aunt now I missed her." He pouted.

Gorgeous. Amazingly gorgeous. He changed his expressions twice in one breathe. Perfect as professionals. Nah better than professionals. His glam wasn't fake or forced. He was naturally handsome.

They left that place with its furnishure which was useless without it's residents.

They entered another portion of same bungalow

This portion seemed quite decently arranged. Could show it's residents are decent as well.

"Mom!!! Faizi is here. Your wait is over." Ashar spoke out.

A comparatively simple lady who seemed to be in her mid forties came out of the kitchen along with Mahnoor.

"Welcome! Welcome my baby" She was already tearing up.

Went forward and he hugged her himself then kissed her hands.

"I missed you Faizi. Anyways I'm so proud of you. Let's not get emotional. It's your big day" Hafsa looked at him proudly.

"Mom When did you last time dote me like that?"

Ashar complained.

"AHHAHA so you are jealous."

Mahnoor remarked from a corner.

"Im not jealous. Know why? Cause I'm not insecure like you." Ashar contracted his eyes saying that.

"Ohh wait wait Calm yourself man. Insecure? Me? You in your right mind?" Mahnoor was ready to argue as well.

"You both I don't wanna see you here arguing like that." Hafsa glared at them.

"Ashar I gave you grocery list. Go bring everything" She pointed at Ashar.

Pointing at Mahnoor ,she said " Didn't I ask you to clean dishes?

Well brown moms can beat the shit out of you if you don't listen to them. Mahnoor knew it's end for her if she won't move. Both of them quitely left.