“Speak only when your words are more beautiful than the silence.” –Anonymous
Third person p.o.v
Sayra and Amir halt in their step gazing toward the entrance where Ibrahim Ahmed stands, all in his glory .
No doubt that his genes affected him more than anyone else . He got his father to look better .
"Didn't I ask you to respect each other? " his authoritative voice boomed in the hall. They both visibly gulp .
" Bhai she …-" Amir's voice faded when Ibrahim's hard stare was enough to shut him up .
" You both are not children anymore , I expect you to behave " his hard tone made both of them look down .
Shaking his head slightly , he passed them without giving a single glance walking upstairs .
Amir let out breath of relief " darn it "
" Why is it so uptight always? " he rolled his e
