<p>At the restaurant where Aamna worked, she was busy serving customers while dancing along to the loud music blasting from the speakers.</p><p>The beat was so heavy that it felt like a nightclub. Aamna unknowingly moved her head to the rhythm while taking orders.</p><p>One of the customers, a well-dressed man, laughed at her carefree attitude. She didn’t mind and instead slipped her phone into her skirt pocket.</p><p>As the music intensified, she clapped her hands and placed them on her head. "Wayyo Baba!" she exclaimed dramatically.</p><p>Some customers assumed she was high on drugs and started laughing.</p><p>One young woman whispered to her boyfriend, “This girl is such a shameless flirt. She has no shame, dancing like this in front of all these people.”</p><p>The boyfriend chuckled. “That’s why I love coming to this restaurant—just to watch her.”</p><p>His girlfriend’s jealousy flared. “Really? So that’s why you always insist we eat here? You liar!”</p><p>The man realized his mistake too late.</p><p>Meanwhile, Aamna playfully scuffed her shoes against the restaurant’s tiles as she rushed to serve more customers. Siyama, her best friend and colleague, also moved quickly, balancing a tray of food.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>The following day, Ahmad and his friends blocked a major road, preventing cars from passing.</p><p>The police were called to the scene, leading to a confrontation.</p><p>When the police chief (DPO) found out who Ahmad’s father was, he hesitated. He went straight to Ahmad’s father and respectfully informed him about his son’s actions.</p><p>“Daddy, we let him go only because of you. You have done so much good for this country. But please, discipline your son before we are forced to take action.”</p><p>Daddy apologized and explained how stubborn Ahmad had become.</p><p>The DPO sighed. “You should pray for him, but also warn him before things get out of hand.”</p><p>Later that night, Ahmad came home in an even worse state. Daddy exploded in anger, scolding him harshly.</p><p>Sadeeq tried to step in, but Ahmad grabbed him by the collar, ready to fight.</p><p>Mummy rushed to separate them, crying.</p><p>Daddy, enraged, slapped Ahmad. Ahmad clutched his face in shock, then burst into wild laughter.</p><p>“You slapped me? Over this little brother of mine?”</p><p>Daddy glared. “You’re nothing but a useless fool! I’ll slap you again if I have to!”</p><p>Ahmad stormed upstairs in anger. Mummy and Humaira followed, pleading with him.</p><p>"Mummy, did you see? He hit me!" Ahmad complained. “I knew Daddy never loved me. He never wanted me.”</p><p>Mummy reassured him, “That’s not true, my son. We all love you.”</p><p>"Maybe you do, but not him," Ahmad insisted. “Now, leave me alone!”</p><p>He grabbed his bottle of alcohol and started drinking. Mummy and Humaira left, knowing he wouldn’t listen when he was angry.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>Five days later, Mummy and the others prepared to leave.</p><p>Ahmad was thrilled. “Finally! You’re all leaving. Now I can enjoy myself in peace!”</p><p>Mummy hugged him. “Since you won’t come with us, at least be responsible.”</p><p>Sadeeq scoffed. “Responsible? That’s impossible.”</p><p>Ahmad snapped at him again, but Mufida quickly intervened.</p><p>"Please, let it go," she pleaded.</p><p>Ahmad smirked. “Ah, my dear sister-in-law, take care of yourself.”</p><p>Sadeeq, burning with jealousy, grabbed his wife and pulled her away.</p><p>Before they left, Daddy confiscated all of Ahmad’s cars.</p><p>Ahmad shrugged. “I have my motorcycle. I don’t care.”</p><p>Daddy frowned. “Since you refuse to grow up, I’ll stop spoiling you. But I will still send you money—it’s my responsibility.”</p><p>Ahmad grinned. “Thanks, Dad! Don’t forget to transfer money soon.”</p><p>Daddy scoffed. “Idiot.”</p><p>As soon as they left, Ahmad called his friends. “Party time!”</p><p>The security guard shook his head. His boss was a good man, but his son? A lost cause.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>
