MasukASIFAzeena would throw a fit, my mind raged.The one voice of reason in my subconscious trying to stop me from what I was about to do… what I had been wanting to do for the longest time.Kimberly was not a child… she wanted this. Hell, she had kissed me first.She is old enough to be your fucking daughter.But she wasn’t, I cut offHer mother is in the fucking hospital and this is how you choose to comfort her?I grunted in frustration at this and it spooked Kimberly who peered into my face, her lips red from kissing… her cheeks rosy.“Asif” She murmured, her voice soft.“Kitten, I do not think this is the right time for… you are not exactly in the right frame of mind.”Who would have fucking thought that I, Asif Farouq would give two fucks about anything other than getting into the pants of a woman.It would not even matter if she had just few days to live.And to think, this one… this delicious morsel I was holding in my arms had been the object of my dreams and desires for the lon
ASIFMy fingers hovered over her name in my call log, the urge to press it battling with the voice in my head reminding me how much she didn’t want to hear from me. I knew she was at the hospital. Azeena had told me her mother had fainted, and now she was fighting for her life. My children had gone to be by her side, where I couldn’t be.Shouldn’t be.I clenched my phone tighter. It wasn’t just about wanting to hear her voice—it was the ache to tell her she did not have to face this alone. That I would make sure everything was fine, that her mother would pull through. But the truth was, my words would probably do the opposite of comfort her.She did not want me involved. She had made that clear by ignoring my calls and messages.Still, I could not just sit here, helpless. Kimberly might not want to hear from me, but the doctor was another matter.I dialed the number quickly, my heart thudding against my ribs as it rang. When Dr. Saltzman answered.“Mr Farouq” His voice was calm but cu
KIMBERLYThe voice calling my name felt distant, muffled, as if it was coming through a thick fog.“Miss Kimberly?” the voice persisted, louder this time.I blinked and looked up to find the doctor staring at me, his face unreadable. For a moment, I forgot where I was, and then it all came rushing back—the hospital smell, the blinding white lights, the sterile walls.“Yes?” I croaked“I asked if you were aware that your mother had been taking pain suppressants,” he said again, his tone gentle but probing.Pain suppressants? I was confused.“No, I didn’t know,” I replied, shaking my head slightly. “Why? What does that mean?”The doctor sighed, his pen moving across the clipboard in his hand. His head shook subtly, a movement so slight I might have missed it if I hadn’t been watching him so intently.“What is wrong with her?” I demanded, my voice rising despite the lump forming in my throat. “Is she okay?”He paused for a moment, his pen hovering above the paper.“Your mother’s collapse
HASSANI watched her walk away from me, her phone ringing continually even as she ignored it.I did not follow her.I would have in the past if I did not know that I had fucked up… bad.There was no way I could explain to her that I had not meant for my sister to know because I had threatened her in the past.I was sure she was thinking this was just me making good on my threats.I sighed, walking to the waiting car.Azeena was already seated. She folded her arms across her chest as soon as I climbed in and glanced away from me.We always dropped off Kimberly most of the time also so that could be the only reason the driver was still waiting for her to climb into the front seat.“Can we go now?” Azeena’s shrill, impatient voice cut through.I said nothing as the man backed away from the parking lot and out of the school gate.“You did not have to be so rude to Kimberly and right in front of the whole fucking school. She did nothing wrong” I muttered.Azeena turned to me, her eyes angr
KIMBERLYThe bell had just rung, signaling the end of lunch, but I barely heard it over the pounding in my ears. I spotted Azeena near the lockers, slamming her books into her bag with more force than necessary.I hesitated, my palms damp with nerves. This was not the place for a conversation like this—students milled around us, laughing, shouting, and slamming locker doors—but Azeena had been avoiding me through out the day. If I did not speak now, I might lose my chance forever.Steeling my spine, I approached her.“Zeena,” I said softly, but she ignored me, her movements sharp and deliberate.“Azeena, we need to talk,” I tried again, louder this time.She froze mid-motion, then slowly turned to face me. Her eyes, usually warm and full of mischief, were cold and cutting.“Talk?” she said, her voice loud enough to draw the attention of a few nearby students. “Oh, now you want to talk? Why? So you can explain how you have been screwing my dad behind my back?”The hallway went eerily q
ASIF“You are home early” I commented as soon as Azeena walked in.“Kimberly has some animal charity thing to help out with at school to do with the proprietor so yeah”She did not seem happy about it but what was even more concerning was Kimberly had not mentioned anything about an animal charity. I was tempted to ask what it was about but I did not want to perk Azeena’s curiosity about my sudden interest in her best friend.I glanced at the clock.It was time.I dialed her number, waiting with my eyes to the clock.She picked on the third ring, her voice low.“Home yet?”“Asif, I don’t think we can go out today. I was-”The rest of what she was saying was interrupted by a voice I knew all too well… my son.And he was asking her if she wasn’t going to get off the phone.Anger surged through my veins.Whatever they were doing together could not be good.“I am going to explain everything later. I will come to you tonight”“Why are you with my son?” I inquired.“I-”“Really, Kimberly? Y







