Family revenge

years of neglect. Weeds clawed through the cracked driveway, and the windows, though grimy, still caught the dying ligh

esentment. It was a house divided, a fortress built not of stone but of secret

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ght as his eyes darted to the clock. Every tick hammered like a drum in his c

r creak

de, shoulders heavy with y

as barely a whisper, a m

let the silence stretch, thick and uncomforta

sked, stepping forward, heart pound

ied the weight of a thousand regrets. He look

uietly. "It's time to set thi

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ld again, this time with a twist no one expected. The uncl

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want me to introduce other family members now? Or focus on building the uncle's backstory

ears of silence. The man who had once been like a father to him had vanished with

loring his tone. "You walked away when we need

I was fighting my own battles-battles I couldn't share with anyo

. "By abandoning us? By let

he room as Jamal's words

, a soft cough s

lar who had held the family together in the uncle's absence. Her arms were crossed, and her expre

amal sai

"You left us when we needed you. Don

don't expect it. I'm here

ust a little. "Talk isn'

rily replaced by a fragile hope. "If you re

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he house, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the past's scars. The other family mem

d the day he left - the shouting, the betrayal, the sense that he had no choice but to walk away. B

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his adolescence, molding him into a man who distrusted easily and carried wounds he rarely s

alik in the backyard, attemp

er go back," Jamal admitte

from his brow. "Maybe not. B

. "It'll take more

ntly. "I know. B

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s. Unbeknownst to Jamal and Fatima, there were forces within the family who

le Dumo - Malik's brother and Jamal's uncle by blood

fracture the family further, using Malik's

s back, the battl

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g across the living room, Malik receiv

me wounds never heal. Stay a

The war for the family's