Saad's pov:
"You aren't going anywhere Saad Ibrahim!" As soon as we entered our home and reached the hall, mama stopped me, her voice thundering with a warning, daring me to go against her. Sighing, I stopped at my place, already feeling tired.
"Let him go Maria. You can question him all you want later." Baba interrupted, looking at me with sympathy.
"I'm not speaking to you Faisal." Giving baba a sharp glare, she replied. And it was one of the rare times when she actually took his name, which indicated that she was really very angry.
"Mama, wh-"
"Nor am I talking to you Maaz Ibrahim." Mama interrupted once again when bhai tried to intervene, turning her sharp glare towards him. She had, undoubtedly, taken our full name, which, once again, indicated that she was fuming and would
