Godfather.

"What are you doing here?" Aryan asked him coming back to his right state of mind. He released his hand and walked to the bedside table filling the tumbler with water.

Jameel rubbed his arms that was twisted to ease the pain. And regardless of the pain he didn't forget to use his poetic skills.

"Ahh How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate you condition is not permanent."

Jameel clicked his tongue and then added

"Tch!You're lucky too,Red eyes suit so few".

"Jameel cut all these literature craps and tell me what brought you here." Aryan impatiently ran his hand into his already tousled hair.

"You have to treat these nightmares dude you can't keep flashing back to the past. Also your insomnia is getting out of hand and you got stop taking those pills to make you fall asleep".

Jameel chimed not voicing out what actually brought him.

"I haven't took them".