Rameen'S POV:

I was sitting in living room going through some books when I heard my sister's voice, Rameen!"

"Coming," I say and walk out of the room and make my way up to her bedroom,

"Yes?" I asked Zehrish who was busy throwing her clothes everywhere,

"Where the hell is my dress!" she yelled, I look around for a minute and walk into her closet adjacent to her room and pick her suit and handed over to her,

"Here, I hang it over there last night,"

"Rameen ! You are so careless! I am getting late and here you are just wasting my time, go get me my shoes," she ordered and left with a huff, I sighed and pick her shoes from the rack and put it on the mat and start cleaning her mess she created few minutes ago.

"Urgh! You have not cleaned my room lazy girl!" Zehrish says coming out of the bathroom. I look up to her and pick the last of the remaining shirt and folded it neatly and stack it in her closet, while she got busy drying her hairs and ask me to get her orange juice.

I enter kitchen only to find aunt Anila sitting on the bar stool sipping her coffee,

"You didn't made my breakfast today," she stated, I frown

"I left it in the oven," I replied and took out her plate and serve it to her,

"Hmm.. get me another cup of coffee, it's getting cold," she says while picking her fork and take bite of her omelet,

"Okay," I reply and pour her a cup of coffee and move towards fridge and pull the juice box and was about to pour it in into the glass when something smash near my foot, I scream as I felt the broken pieces of glass pierce into my skin,

I look up and saw Zehrish glaring at me,

"How dare you disobey me Rameen! I asked you for a juice and you are just standing here wasting my time you know I have this important meeting and I am getting late! I don't even have time for my breakfast and you know without eating anything my blood pressures drops, what a pathetic excuse of a step sister you are! Do not disobey me ever again! You hear that!" she yelled and stormed out of the kitchen leaving me behind holding my blood dripping foot. She did not let me say anything.

I looked up to Aunt Anila, she was watching me with concern in her eyes, "Go, get it clean," she says and walked out,

I turn and pick a kitchen towel and damp it with water and clean the blood, I inspected the cut, it was a bit deep, but not enough for stiches, by taking small steps I walk to the bathroom and pulled out first aid kit from the cabinet and sit on the edge of the bath tub and clean my wound with antiseptic and applied ointment and wrap a bandage on it.

By looking at the bandage I started thinking of my mom, how she would have reacted if she was alive, Zehrish was my step sister, my dad married her mom Miss Anila, my mom died after suffering from a pancreatic carcinoma, I stayed with her and take care of everything till her death, even I gave up my career for her and started job, my father didn't bother to bear expanses of her treatment.

My parents had an arrange marriage and my dad married my mom only for the sake of his dad, my mom was the only daughter of his beloved friend and when my granddad(mother's father) died my father was forced to marry her to give her a support and take care of the business he left for his daughter, my grandpa was really a great man he helped my mom throughout the whole time, he loved her as his own daughter, but when my dad went to England for his specialization, he met Miss Anila and married her after 8 years of his marriage, I was only 6 at that time and I still remember that day when grandpa came to my mum and told her this news she didn't show any emotion, she stayed silent throughout the whole time, but when my dad came back with his second wife, she demanded for divorce and her father's business with all her share back, she decided to take me away from there and my grandpa supported her.

I still remember how much I missed my grandpa when we move into this city; he died after two years when we left.

Mom had to build everything from scratch as my father has destroyed her business, He has taken so many loans from the bank that they were almost bankrupt, but mom worked day and night to establish her father's business, but all her work gone in vain when she was found unconscious in her office.

Her colleagues rushed her to the hospital where after a long treatment she was diagnosed Pancreatic Carcinoma, my mum refused for further treatment, she didn't take a single session of chemotherapy, she just simply gave up her life, but she was worried for me, in her last days she apologized to me,

She told me how sorry she was to make me suffer like this, how bad mother she was that she couldn't take care of her own child, I told her that wasn't true, she was the best mother ever, I told her how much I needed her, I asked her to get treatment for her disease but she didn't.

She wanted me to save left over money for my studies, she don't want to use it for her, she even made me promise to not use that money to pay her medical bills.

I tried my level best to get whatever I could do for her, I even asked a psychiatrist to counsel her but she did not listen to anyone.

I started a job in nearby dinner to get some money, I even did extra shifts 4 days a week due to low staff, but all efforts were no use for us.

It was really hard for me to watch my mom going away from me and I couldn't do anything, it's the most heartbreaking and soul crushing feeling to lose your love ones right in front of your eyes and watch them giving up on you,

On her last day dad came to meet us, not because he care for us only to get her signatures on some kind of documents, mom send me out of the room when dad came, I don't know much what happened in there but I am sure there was something serious going on as I could hear her shouting on him and dad rush out of her room furiously.

After few minutes the monitor went off and doctors rushed to my mom, she was having tachycardia her blood pressure was getting higher and pulse rate was too high, they ask me to wait in the waiting lobby as they tried to treat her but after 20 minutes struggle they gave that dreadful news that I wish no one ever has to listen.

I don't know how I survived those days, they were the worst days of my life, I lost my mother just because of my father, he was the reason behind everything, and he did all this for what? Money!?

I don't know, but surely I hated him, I never have bad feeling for anyone, but for my father I have a ton of them, just because of him I lost my grandpa, my mother, his irresponsibility destroyed my career and my life.

After 2 months of mom's death, Aunt Anila came to meet me, she used to pay visit when mom was in hospital, she even helped us financially, she asked me to come with her, I denied her offer. I do not want to be with anyone related to my father anymore.

But I think our life doesn't go the way we plan, I came back with Aunt Anila to her house, once was my mother's and grandpa, I missed them badly, in every corner there were my memories, but only one thing was satisfying for me that my so called father didn't bother to live with us anymore.

I was relieved that I will not have to watch him every day and as for what he has done to us, I leave this matter in the hands of my Almighty Allah, I know Allah SWT will help me and give me justice.

It was so hard for me to come back, but it was much better than what happened to me when I was living alone, I was so terrified at that time, I didn't know how that happened and how I was able to get out from that place, but that event has scared me to the core,

I have no clue who did that to me, but it was impossible for me to live there anymore.

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Date: 1-3-2020