'Uzma! Uzma.' Jahangir called as he struggled with his tie. Within minutes, a worried-looking Uzma entered the room and enquired about him. She suppressed her smile as he pointed towards his tie. As she helped him with his tie, he began to apply perfume on his wrist and then the collar. Uzma took a step back.

'Ji, I was wondering where you are going?' Slowly, she looked at him. Jahangir turned to the mirror and spoke whilst adjusting the collar of his white shirt.

'Your good for nothing son has left me with no choice.' – He said sternly, turned to face his wife, - 'the business won't run on its own.' He taunted pulling his coat from the back of the chair and then wore it. Uzma pressed her lips and exhaled deeply.

'I don't know what to do with him. He is turning out to be much like Minhas. Useless.' She expressed her displeasure. Jahangir hummed in response adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. Uzma looked with uncertainty.

'Ji, yesterday when you were out then—Haider's girlfriend and a boy had come.' She paused as he stilled. Slowly, he turned to her again. He looked intently at her. Uzma lowered her head briefly, fidgeting with her fingers, then she looked at him.

'I gave them sound reprimanding and threw them out of the house.' – She sighed, - 'You were right, that girl was very beautiful.' – she placed her hand gently over his chest, - 'I trust you, Jahangir. Whatever you do is for Haider's benefit.' She confessed. Jahangir smiled a little and held her shoulder bringing her closer to him.

'That is why I love you so much.' He kissed the side of her head. She smiled closing her eyes.

After Uzma bid Jahangir goodbye, she walked back inside. She called out a maid that passed by her and enquired if Hania had eaten breakfast. She got concerned when she was informed that she hadn't.

'Okay, you get me food I will feed my daughter with my own hands.' She said with a loving smile.

Uzma twisted the doorknob but it doesn't open. She took a moment and then knocked at the door. There was no response. She bit her lip, thought briefly and then, knocked harder. A minute later, the door flung open.

'Oh, Hania. What is the matter, my dear?' Uzma queried looking with concern at her crying daughter. Hania was still dressed in her nightclothes, her braid messed up and tear-stained her cheeks. Uzma placed her palm on her shoulder and shook her gently. Hania doesn't lookup. Her mother made her walk inside and the two women sat on the edge of the bed. Uzma held her chin and lifted her face.

'What is the matter?' She asked. Hania sniffed.

'I am a very bad sister, Mom. Big brother loves me so much and I—fell for what dad said.' She cried. Uzma frowned.

'What, my bacha?'

Hania wiped her tears with the back of her palms, - 'Dad said that girl, Alina was manipulating Big Brother. I have met her and knew she is a middle-class gold digger. That is why I believed Dad and told him about his new place. But had I not said to him, Big Brother wouldn't have been injured too badly.' She confessed in between her sobs.

Uzma looked ahead briefly and then looked back at her. She held her shoulder again and patted her gently.

'My bacha!'- she held her chin again and made her look at her once again, - 'Your dad has his sources, even if you hadn't revealed to him, he would have found out.' – Uzma sighed, - 'Anyway, whatever happened was for your brother's good. Whatever your Dad does is always right. That girl is not good for him.' – She caressed her daughter's head lovingly.

- 'Haider had always been stubborn like his father and your dad knows how to deal with him.' She explained. Hania wasn't convinced but she doesn't say anything. She simply takes the plate from her mother. But Uzma insisted she fed her. Hania smiled through her tears and ate the food her mother affectionately fed her. 

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Haider walked inside the room. The large room had a low ceiling with centralized air conditioning, it was well lit with warm yellow lights. He looked around, there was a plush long sofa and on the front wall were many motivational posters. And besides the red sofa, there was a life-size French window facing the skyline.

A woman walked into the room from the attached washroom. She wiped her hands with the handkerchief and looked at Haider.

'Yes?' She fixed her red cat-eyed glasses. The woman seemed to be in her late fifties, her greying hair tied in a loose bun. She wore pastel-colored salwar suit. Haider cleared his throat; his gaze followed the woman walking towards her glass table. She sat gracefully on her seat.

'I am Haid—'

'I know who you are, Mr. Zaidi.' – she leaned placing her entwined fingers on the table, - 'tell me how I can help you?'

Haider sat opposite her and forwarded a blue file, - 'These are my reports from my previous doctor.' – He paused to take a deep breath, - 'You have been recommended by my fiancé's—' he gulped softly, - 'friend, Mr. Mikael Jaffery.' He explained. Dr. Geiti listened to him whilst reading his reports.

'Oh!' She commented glancing at him from behind her glasses, - 'Mikael. Interesting.' She got her gaze back into the file. Haider awkwardly sat there, wandering his gaze from her to the black large and round wall clock to motivational posters, photo of her with her degree, and framed documents.

'Okay, Mr. Zaid—'

'Minhas.'

Dr. Geiti sighed, -'Haider. I will do a few sessions with you and then decide what to do with you.Okay.' She said in a calm tone. Haider nodded and listened to her explain thetiming of the sessions. She typed the details in her PC and printed out theschedule. She passed it to him. He read it, keeping his ear to her as sheexplained to him the further plan.

Poor Hania. At least, she has some conscience unlike her father *hmph* and good that Haider is at the therapist. I wonder what change is going to happen in his life now *winks*

How was the Chapter, guys? Drop your thoughts in the comments *smiles* and Stay Tuned for the last chapter that will be the next update *lots of love* *hugs and kisses*