President's Son And I

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im the moment Jamal convinced me to come. Or maybe, the moment we drove into the Villa, I had a thought that this frie

s apartment, and it'd take me forever to forget where it was and who lived there. I gu

ght, why not? I honestly thought he was taking me to his house, maybe his mother needed a maid or s

ld be far from home whenever Zafir was concerned. I wanted to puke right now, I wish I cou

about, Jamal, I really appreciate your offer of help, but I can't work here." This only confirmed one thing, bo

Nasrin." He tried to make me understand my

rk for him." I said that with utmost sincerity. Because, I really can't

walked out of the living room, thousands of emotions rushing through my heart. I was thinking of where to start from. Because yesterday, I went to our old h

t she had died mercilessly. Just that, Gwaggo Jummai claimed she didn't know me anymore. She said she had never seen me and threw me

cision. But what happened to me yesterday? I'd never forget the agony I felt. She threw me out

out the entire money Jamal gave me and paid for the taxi we hailed, so, they followed. And if I had not given

re I reached the gate. And this freaking m

und me under the tree we had slept, he looked devastated. And he offered to help me wit

the home I expected

s since I fed her and now, I don't even know what I would do. I could deal with the hunger, might even go a

ting out at Muniba and I nodd

with hopes that my answer will make him angry and he would let me go, but no. He

he needs a shower, right?" A shower, Muniba needed more than a shower. She needed a diape

out of the hidden house, she was forced into calamities of life and I'm sure if she could

ollected the bag from me.

Maybe that's what being a mother entails. You had to make sacrifices even though it'd hurt your heart and leave your soul scarred. Maybe being a

ad never ended well. A disaster, that was what Zafir was to my life. But here I am, despite knowing all this, inside Zafir's li

mopped and touched a year ago, but nothing looked the same now. It wasn't like the furnitures had bee

"I know it's a mess, but can you please make yourself at home before I go and buy what she needs?"

efore I mouthed a 'Thank you.' I watched as he didn't turn to where Zafir was

because he knew even if Zafir didn't want to leave the house, he had to follow him bec

the first day I saw it because it spoke of class and exquisiteness. But this was no different from a dumpster. It reeked of a pungent smile that would