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"You fucker!" My brick solid fist collided with his jaw making a crack.

"Just....just listen to me!" Every word that came out of his mouth acted like kerosene on my flames.

"You son of a....! How dare you! That's my fucking sister! You piece of shit!" My hands tried hitting every part of my body. I wanted to hurt him just like he did when I caught him snogging my sister.

He didn't fight back which made my nerves pop. His arms hung loosely by his side and a neutral expression painted on his face.

Fight back you stupid freak!

Kick.

Punch.

Kick.

Punch.

The fact that I was beating the pulp out of my best friend and my secret keeper vanished into the thin air. I lost my senses. Five years ago when I first laid eyes on Jessica, I swore to protect her with my life.

"I thought I trusted you but my own damn sister! How can you Sean?"

24 hours ago

Zeeniya

"You sure you'll manage? I can drive you." Dad hesitantly asked for the hundredth time.

"Dad..." I placed my hands on his slumped shoulders and took him aside. "He turned eighteen. He'll be fine."

"But..."

I rolled my eyes at him which made him surrender his hands in air. Dani and I stood a feet apart watching Dad drive to work before turning to each other.

"I know Zayd is taking out his precious time to drive you to the campus. I know but I guess you will like this better." Scratching the nape of my neck I guided him towards the garage and let out a nervous chuckle.

"F**k! This is bloody amazing!" I watched as he literally jumped on the sky blue mustang.

It didn't bother me the least that instead of completing my assignments and helping Nayal with the case, I spent the last week fixing up this beauty for my brother. I just waltzed into the car dumpster and found this beat up thing. I brought it home like the cute little puppy years ago; I worked on its injuries cured it and put my love and energy in it. Then gave it away.

"Can I hug you?"

"No." Please.

"When I got in med school all you gave me was a a card that was actually written by Dad. Like who still uses the whacked? And poor Dad still thinks LOL is Lots of Love." Both of us turned around to face a Zayd who looked as if someone ate the tip of his cornetto.

Cocking an eyebrow at him, I bid farewell to Dani as he roared the mustang out of the street.

"Taylor Swift found a new lad?"

"What?"

"Yeah. Because that's the kinda face you make when you have constipation or TS gotten herself a boy toy."

We both sat on the grass and as I ripped the greens out of the ground I watched from the corner of my eyes as Zayd removed his jacket. For a microsecond his flicked on my lap but he placed the jacket on the grass resting his head on it.
Moments like this were rare in our family.

Realizing that he didn't answer me, he passed me his phone where the gallery was filled with gazillions of pictures. Of Omar and Abiha's honeymoon.

"I need a vacation." Zayd muttered as I saw the couple in front of a beautiful mesmerizing beach.

Figi.

"You're missing him, aren't you?"
Zayd and Omar broke all the siblings stereotypes generally created. They were best friends, inseparable. From the day Zayd was born, or at least that's what Dad told us. And till today they were the closest. Zayd was the first one to know about Abiha. Omar was the first among us who knew about Zayd's return. This was the routine. They found comfort within themselves after Mum passed away. And from Zayd's behavior it was clear that he missed him and Omar's marital status bothered him.

"I just...I just miss Mum." He confessed. "I know you don't wanna discuss this but I do. I want to talk about her! And you should too."

I looked away, not wanting to see my brother in a vulnerable state.

"I'm late for the class."

~*~

"Sorry I'm late. Downtown traffic!" Nayal dragged a chair and let out a long sigh.

"Why'd you call me?"

Sitting in the café in the campus for the last fifteen minutes all I could do was to make endless speculations. Nayal called me to for a meet up because the ladt time he texted me got me into the hospital bed fighting for my life. I couldn't help but think that maybe there was some progress on the case or not.

"This is not a safe place to talk. Fancy a drive?" Right now I was desperate for any piece of information I could hold on to. So I agreed.

"How was your day?"

"I did absolutely nothing."

"No it wasn't. You only had one class today. After which you made a trip to the cemetery. You had a chicken shawarma which I'm sure tasted incredible. You skateboarded but got my text so rushed to the cafe. And for the last fifteen minutes you have been stirring the coffee that has turned into iced coffee. Any other lies?"

I glared at my right wanting to barbeque him alive but the seat belt prevented his brutal murder.

"I hate you more than the bloody Kardashians. This will never change. Remember it." Clenching my jaw tight enough that it caused a serial of pain throughout my face.

I've grown moody and extremely cranky these days. Even the slightest things irritated me e.g last week the hair tie got stuck in my hair. Out of frustration I had cut a hand full of hair. Or like yesterday when I asked Zayd to fetch milk from ASDA but half and hour later I found him snoring on the couch. Poor guy had to go to work with a mild black eye. If the door bell or landline rang for more than two bells, my monster gets triggered.

Pathetic? I know.

"What'd you really want?" I sighed in defeat.

"Yes." His posture transformed completely as he parked the car a few feet away from the East bank of Thames. The clouds roared and within a few minutes, faucets of the sky were opened.

"I need a fresh statement from you about what happened that night or prior. When the cops interrogated before, you couldn't remember anything. That was a huge drawback for the case, no offense to you though. It was a medical issue, once again no need for you to worry. It wasn't your fault." His lips suppressed into an encouraging smile.

"You once mentioned about some...dreams?"

"That was...those were nothing. Just forget it 'bout it, 'kay?" My heart did a back flip.

"I'm a detective here Zeeniya. You can't conceal stuff like this. I know this is hard, harder I guess but you have to do this. At least for your Mum. Don't let her die in vain."

"Want to hold my hand?" He chuckled and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

~*~

It was around six when I texted Dad that I will be late and I was 100% sure that I won't be getting a reply for the next hour. Stuffing the phone back into my pocket, I once again relaxed into the seat. The rain stopped a while ago making it possible for us to drive to the nearest service station and grab something to eat. It reminded me of the night Nayal rescued me from the hospital. Funny that back then he was nothing more than an irksome coursemate but now he was at least a...friend.

I had problem opening up to people from a very young age. In kindergarten, I was the only girl playing with Hot Wheels instead of dressing up Barbie. Or the only one who preferred to play footy in the mud rather than drinking from petty cups with dolls that caused me nightmares. All through Primary I had only one friend; Adam. As absurd as it sounds, nobody wanted to be friends with me. Girls hated my guts and boys didn't want to add a girl to their gang. My parents kept worrying about it but that never bothered me. I had brothers and Wii to play football, Adam was my support system in school. Who need friends? 

"I would jump at the opportunity to hangout with you, you know I think you were quite cool back then. You still are." I caught a glimpse of mischief in his hazel orbs. "Did you have that gothic looks? With the all black attire?"

"Half the week, I wouldn't change out of my PJs for school. Even Adam took more time to get ready. Every single day."

"Which reminds me, why were suspended from school? Hamdan once mentioned it.

"Well, Ad and I. Scratch that, I painted Principal Chopra's car in candy pink and stuck a whole bundle of Post Its on it. I was caught on the CCCTV but poor Adam didn't even hand me the brush. Being my best friend was a crime back then. It was for a week which I might add was one of the best. Instead of learning about x's problems we spent our days sneaking out to play football." I felt a wave of heat travelling from ears to my neck. This was something I was proud of, best senior year prank ever but under Nayal's gaze I felt somewhat embarrassed. I have no idea how we went from talking about my memories of that night to my childhood.

"Wow. You aren't as smart as I thought you were." I raised an eyebrow at him. "You wouldn't be caught if you blinded the surveillance camera with a flash light. Holding it straight on the lens without moving it. Easy."

The street smartness in his voice was a part of his job description.

"I think it's getting...." Before I could complete my sentence, Nayal's phone rang.

"Hey Taylor."

"No no you didn't."

"Is everything alright?"

"Right now?"

"I can't. I'm busy."

"I really am busy, Tay. Trust me."

"Next time call me if it's an emergency. Bye."

For a few minutes no one said anything.

"I have to pick some documents from down that street. It'll prolly take a few minutes. You don't mind, right?"

"Another few minutes in your company? Ugh!" I replied faking a frown.

"You love my company!"

"If you're company sells biryani, I surely love it."

~*~

"Wait." A while ago we stopped in front of a small house. Nayal rushed out of the car but before he could disappear from my sight, I called him.

"Ineedtopee."

"Pardon me?" He looked at me with confusion.

"I need to use the toilet." I felt a ting of heat on my cheeks at my confusion.

Bloody urinary bladder!

"Um... I'll stop at the service station. I don't think it's a good idea, you going in."

"It's an emergency!"

"I promise I'll stop."

"I can't control!"

"I'll be back in a minute!" He pleaded.

"You know what? Don't you dare complain if I ruin this beauty of yours! Leather is hard to clean! Remember that!" I yelled at him, not able to control my temper or my bladder.

He stared at me for a second then groaned.

"This is so not a good idea." He mumbled as he rang the doorbell.

~*~

The minute the door was opened by a middle aged woman, Nayal scurried me to the left part of the hallway.

"After you're done, just stay here. I'll meet you in a minute."

Kaheen chori tou nhi karny ja rha?

"What do you think you are doing in my house?" From behind the wall, an old voice erupted making me flinch.

"Answer me! You son of a b***h!"

"I'll call the police! Martha! Fetch me the phone! They will throw him out of this place!"

"Nayal he's hyperventilating. I think you should leave." This time it was a female.

Just as they say curiosity kills the cat, I got to close to the wall for eavesdropping that I didn't realize the wall ended getting me face to face with an old man in a rocking chair. The woman who welcomed us was standing beside him, injecting him something. At the far end of the room, stood Nayal his face red as the burning coal and fists constantly clenching and unclenching.

"I told you to stay there! Dammit!" He half yelled and half whispered.

"You brought someone to my house! You blood sucking leech!"
The old man once again screamed hurting my ears in the process.

"Zeeniya." He paused for a moment. "Meet my Father."

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