Chapter:- 11

                                    

                                          
Hafsa's POV: 
I stopped running my fingers when I felt him sleeping. I caressed his cheek and placed a kiss on his head closing my eyes which were getting filled with tears. I didn't know that he is the son of the person because of whom I started hating my Abbu. 
Flashback. 
I walked inside where Abbu entered and was about to call him when I found a man hitting someone. I kept my hands on my mouth stopping myself from shouting. He said something which I couldn't hear because they were far from me. I looked at Abbu who stood in front of that person whose back was facing me. He splashed a full bucket of water on him making my eyes wide. Does my Abbu do these kinds of things? My eyes went to my right to find a boy and a woman tied on a chair. I moved closer after some time when I couldn't hear anything only to hear the boy's shouting. 
"DON'T YOU DARE TO DO ANYTHING ANYMORE NOW." My head turned to Abbu who was looking at the boy with wide eyes. 
"I was quiet and scared till now because my Abbu was not in his senses. But not anymore. He can be hell dangerous than you guys." The boy said gritting his teeth. 
"Woah! Like father like son. I like the combination." I looked at Abbu hearing him who walked towards him. 
"But I wonder if this combination will last forever." I frowned hearing him. What does that mean? 
"Shafeeq no." My head turned to the man who was tied up. I wonder who he is. 
"Shafeeq please don't do anything. Shafeeq please. I beg you. Please." He said again while shaking his head but anyone can say he is on the verge of crying. 
"He shouldn't have said that, Danish." My eyes widened when I found Abbu pointing at the boy who was still glaring at him. No please Abbu. No. 
"Shafeeq he is a kid. Okay. You also have a daughter, right? Think about her in his place please. Please just leave him. Please I beg you." I heard the man whose voice cracked at the end. Yes, Abbu. Think about me in his place. Please. 
"Go ahead, Danish. Fold your hands in front of me and bow down at my legs. I'll leave your son. But I can't guarantee if you'll be able to pick your head up after bowing down at me." I looked at him weirdly. This is not Abbu whom I know. No. Not at all. I left from there. I was going upstairs when I found some men walking inside. I hid behind a window when I saw guns in their hands. What is this? What place is this? Why did I come here? I pressed my palms to my mouth as a cry was about to leave my mouth. I pressed my hands to my ears when I heard gunshots. Ya Allah! Where am I? Why am I here? After some time when I didn't hear any gunshots I got out from the back of the window and was about to leave when I found a man doing something. 
"What are you doing?" I asked looking at him and he gasped. But his eyes widened when the gallon from his hand slipped and the thing scattered on the floor. 
"Shit." He said looking at it and then at me. Before I could say anything he ran away from there. I kept looking at it then at the gallon. My eyes widened when I found its kerosene oil. What? I ran back to where everyone was. I reached there but I think it was a mistake of my life. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have witnessed it. I shouldn't have witnessed the scene of them running away but only to fall down on the ground as soon as a rod hit them. 
Flashback ends. 
I covered my mouth with my hands and went to the balcony to let my cry out. I sat down on the floor while covering my face in my palms. What type of situation is this, Allah? I kept my back on the wall leaning by head on it. After some time when I felt calmed down I went back inside. I laid down on my side of bed and moved closer to him. My hands went to his face and I caressed it.