Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

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Mehez us'se dur jaane ka khayal is dil ki dhadkan ko kam kar deta hai.

Na jaane ye kesa benaam rishta hai, jo hai bhi nhi aur hum nibha bhi rahe hain.

_N.J

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"Papa, what's the reason?" Hamdan asked from the other side.

"There is no point of discussion about this, do whatever you all want to do." Saying that Anwar disconnects the call. He was hurt as well as angry with Shifa. He didn't want to do anything which could hurt Shifa but every time things don't go accordingly.

Hamdan knew very well how he could handle his father but the only problem was the distance between them. He could not come so shortly and handling everything on call wasn't possible for him so he decided to give this responsibility to the most underrated member of his family. No one else but Bilal.

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Maryam both clean the dinner table and Anwar went to the room without paying attention to Shifa who was still having the last bite.

"Make tea for papa," Bilal whispered in her ear making her head jerk sarcastically. "Why do you want to waste milk, sugar and tea leaves? He won't have tea made by me."

"Come on Shifa appi, you also know he doesn't hate you, he's just not agreeing with Daniyal bhai's proposal." Bilal put his point which was useless for Shifa as she was at the peak of her stubbornness and anger, unlike ever.

"Shifa aapi." Bilal glared at her. "What?" Sue glared at him back in anger, "He has been neglecting all my efforts till now, do you really think a cup of tea will change his mind? Are you out of your mind?" Asked the angry Shifa. But in reality, she was not angry.

Frustration, anger and helplessness all are different emotions. Sometimes when we can't express one we rename it.

Same as Shifa's case. This strong girl wasn't angry but frustrated.

"Aapi, please." Bilal requested and Shifa huffed while going toward the kitchen. "Mumma, I'm doing the dishes, now you go and take rest." Shifa picked up the saucepan and pour some water into it, while already tired Maryam left half of the dishes in the sink and passed a weak smile.

"Thanks, beta. I'm not feeling well today."

"I know. You take a rest I'm bringing you a ginger tea." Said the strong girl with a well-presented smile while adding sugar and tea leaves to the water. Putting that on the flame she started doing the dishes on the other hand Bilal took a deep breath.

"Come on Bilal, you have to prove yourself." mumbling that he walked to the room of his parents. Anwar was laid down on the bed covering his eyes with his forearm and Maryam was drawing her night suit from the cupboard. Without choosing to make a noise Bilal sat down on the food side of the bed and soon Anwar felt two hands pressing his shin. Removing his arm from his eyes he saw the owner of those hands and Bilal smiled while mumbling. "Sorry."

"Go to your room." A rude order from Anwar and he again covered his eyes with his arm. "Papa, main to aapka favourite beta hu na..." Bilal asked in overdramatic style but get no response from his father.

(Papa I'm your favourite son. Am I not?)

"Papa~" and the 23 years old little boy shook his father's leg like it was a branch of a tree.