"But I'm your-"
"I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from...
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Karachi, Pakistan
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"I can't do this anymore" he dropped his bowling ball down in defeat. It clattered echoing on the marble floor. It was enough to gain attention from the crowd.
"Come on losing so soon? Give it another shot?" His childhood friend Faizan teased. This was the sixth time in a row he didn't hit any pin. He had no interest in being there but still forced himself. It was the best way to get the thoughts out of his head. It seemed like a great idea at first but now all it was doing was boiling his blood. It felt like everything and everyone around him was laughing at him and making a mockery at him.
"Come on one more" his other friend Yasir placed a bowling ball in his hand. Faizan knew Hamza needed to go out, he would go through depression if he didn't step out of his house at all.
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Hamza looked down at the maroon shiney ball. The 3 holes made it look like a face was jeering back at him. He rotated it in his hand with a clenched jaw and gave Yasir a deadly look. He popped his thumb into the hole, inserted his middle and wedding finger into the other two holes, straightened his wrist and extended it down in a bend posture letting the ball go in one swift motion.
"Ooooh yeah that's what I'm talking about!" Yasir exclaimed patting hamza on his back on seeing him strike all the pins down. A group of people had huddled around to watch Hamza strike.
