"It's not a crime to see my son."
These words prompted me to walk out of the corridor to the waiting room where I guess the whispers are coming from.
Closing the half open door behind me, I walk few paces and turn to my left where I sight Zhara seated on one of the many couches in the big room and my blood boils.
It made me angry to even think that she was my mother and here she was talking about her son, forgetting I existed as usual.
To her right is Zubair who is standing upright now. 'Is it the one she had been whispering with?' I ask myself mentally, not wanting to give away the fact that I had overheard their hushed toned conversation.
Zhara turns her head in my direction just as I stop a few feet from her and made no move to acknowledge me.
"What are you doing here?" I demand. "And why are……
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