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He sighed throwing his phone on the bed and shut the door behind his back. After having a blissful day at college, he didn't want to ruin his night. After years he experienced joy and care from someone. Recieving that phone call meant fucking up his own mental peace.
He fell on the bed and looked at the slowly moving ceiling fan. Thank God the weather was pleasant, otherwise this low voltage would have had him in sweat by now.
He slightly caressed his bruised cheek and felt literally nothing. The minor pain had gone and that area felt numb. Her idea indeed worked. 
Kabir chuckled remembering those days where he used to pray to the almighty to lessen his pain. The brutality of those punches was gut wrenching for him. 
Unlike today, he had no one then to tell him how to make the pain go away or just to ask him about his pain. 
"What the fuck?" He cursed under his breath as the loud ringing of his phone echoed in the silent room.
He decided to answer the call as he knew his phone won't stop buzzing till he answers it.
"Hello." He said dryly.
"Why were you not answering, Kabir?" A feminine voice spoke from the other end.
He sighed rolling his eyes and sat on the bed. Suddenly the room started feeling suffocating.
"I was busy. What?" He asked massaging his forehead. The throbbing sensation erupted as soon he picked up the call.
"Is this the way you talk to your mother?" 
A manly voice came from the other end this time. Kabir's jaw clenched hearing the very voice he hates to the core. Not only the voice but the person as well.
"You won't tell me how I should talk to her, understood?" He himself didn't realise when he didn't fumble while uttering such words. 
"How dare you talk to me like this? Are you hearing your son?" 
"DON'T FUCKING SHOUT AT HER!" 
The other end went completely silent. He was fuming in anger clenching and unclenching his jaw rapidly to not use curse words. He heard the faint whispers coming from the other end and soon shouting voices.
He cut the call and threw away the phone. 
"AAHHH!!!" He shouted punching the bed. 
That is the exact reason he didn't want to pick up the call. The call always ends this way or even worse sometimes. He couldn't understand why do they interrupt his peace. They never cared about him when he was with them.
Now, when he was finally happy and experiencing new things here, they are again ruining his day and night by continuously calling him.
"Fuck no..." He cursed as his phone buzzed again.
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK!" 
"Kabir?" 
Kabir froze hearing a soft familiar voice calling his name. He looked at his phone and found her name written. 
He cursed himself for shouting like a mad man at her. 
"I..Sitara...I am sorry..I thought.."
"It's fine. I know you won't talk to me this way." She laughed.
"Yeah." He muttered.
Slowly slowly his anger went away hearing her laugh and voice. It was so soothing.