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The sound of door clicking open made the older woman turn her head towards the entrance, the news in the background was loud and clear as her eyes settled on the disheveled state of her grandson who was the face of tabloids, it seemed.
"Mind explaining what this is?" The woman asked. Although her tone expressed it all too well that she wasn't going to be giving any heed to what her grandson may say but the man stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the back of the woman's head.
Greying hair tied back into a sleek yet small bun, her broad shoulders stiff and hands clasped behind her back as she kept her posture, pin and proper.
She turned around and raised a thin eyebrow in question as her hands came up in front of her, thick fingers cladded in gold and precious stones tapped against each other waiting for an answer that the man refused to provide her with.
"What are you talking about?" Zaviyar broke the silence as the cold stare of grandmother was turning out of a breaking point for him.
"This" the woman stated briefly gesturing towards the big screen where the footage of him and Ayat played out. His breath got caught in his throat as he watched himself being covered from very possible angle along with the woman who probably didn't even know of this drama yet
"I told you I was going to attend a wedding. She was there" he said making her glare at him.
"Yeh sab jo dekha rahe hain Zaviyar. Kia hai yeh sab?" She asked making him run a hand down his face and begin to walk away. His head was aching to the extent he was second away from banging it on the wall. (All this that they're showing Zaviyar. What is all this?)
"Kahan jaa rahe ho?" The woman yelled making the man turn on his heels and face her. (Where do you think you're going?)
"Kia hogaya hai Maa jaan? Edited hai nahi hua aisa kuch" he said running a frustrated hand through his hair. (What's gotten into you Maa jaan? It's all edited, nothing happened)
"Yeh kislehje me baat karrahe ho mujhse" his grandmother glared at his tone. Zaviyar inhaled deeply not wanting to sound rude again but he couldn't help it this time. (Watch you tone)
"Me pehle hi thaka hua hoon. Please mujhe maaf karden, me jaa raha hon" Zaviyar said walking away. He had only taken a step up on the stairs when her voice reached his ears and his calm broke. (I'm already very tired. Forgive me but I'm leaving)
"Haider tu mere haath me nahi tha tü bhi uskeqadmonpe chal para hai?" Maa jaan started making Zaviyar throw his blazer on the ground feeling his rage surface. The whole nights events came back full force and was ashamed to see who was going to be a victim of it, but it was high time Maa jaan stop balming Haider for things he didn't even do. (Haider was already out of my control and now you're also following in on his footsteps)
