Chapter 89

Abrar

"Abrar, have you lost it? I don't think you're in your senses", dadi was continuously screaming at me when I was stuffing my mouth with dry bread, sitting at the dining table.

I was swallowing them in a rage as if I was gulping down the agony.

"I'm talking to you", dadi yelled again from the living room.

Zoya had been packing her stuff in the room. It had been more than twenty minutes. It never took her so long to pack stuff. She might be trying to make a delay. Or she was hoping for me to change the decision.

I could not.

"Okay, she might be at a fault. But this is not the way to solve issues", she said again.

But I didn't want to solve that.

Issues could be solved.

Not conspiracy.

I wished I could say that to dadi.

I wished I never loved her. I wished she were not a girl.

I would easily tell the truth to everyone. But her dignity meant a lot to me.

"I want some time. Mayb