Master's Doll

Chapter Six

Hello readers, this is the chapter dedicated to Vladmir and Amira only. And not everything is in English. But I do hope you understand since I'll be translating all the foreign languages.

Enjoy.

Vladimir Abdulov Vandestine

Growing up into a family of feared elites with a whole lot of skeletons in their cupboards, was one of the main things that brought the rise of the modern day Dracula, Vladmir Abdulov Vandestine. Son of Abdul Raheem Vandestine, the half Persian half Russian gang leader and drug lord.

The leader of the feared gang,'Престол дьявола' Prestol dʹyavola (Devil's Throne). Vladimir was an antisocial young lad in the days of his youth, who knee and cared only about himself and sometimes family.

Being the first of three children, he had to take over the role as the heir to the throne of his great father Abdul Raheem in the gang business. The greatest drug lord and gang leader of his time. Vladimir was feared throughout Russia and other countries.

He was known for his brutality and ability to destroy everyone and everything within a flick of an eye. At a very early age, he had achieved so much, that even his late father couldn't achieve. He had elevated the great empire of Prestol dʹyavola in the gang universe to a point where no other gang could match up to. All that at the age of 29.

It was at this time of the zenith of his achievements when the need came for him to find a partner. His whole family begun pressurising him to get married in order to bring offsprings to continue the family lineage.

Vladimir never saw the need to get married. He saw that as a waste of time and he loathed everything that had to do with affection. Affection in his books were a sign of weakness and failure.

"Vy khotite bytʹ pomechennym kak gomoseksualisty?" (Do you want to be tagged as homosexual?) His mother would often ask in worry. He had had enough of all this and wanted all this to end.

On one of his normal strolls in town away from his family, and guards, he met something. Something very beautiful. Or should I say someone very beautiful. She was in fact the most beautiful he had seen.

All though all those who saw him and recognised him withdrew from him, this innocent soul walked up to him. She was in a veil and a long decent dress. She was a Muslim. Just like his father. His heart skipped a beat.

What?! Vladimir held unto his chest to be sure if he was really not just hallucinating things. His heart skipped yet another neat when his eyes locked with hers. She was very beautiful. She was just 19 when he met her.

The beautiful creature gave him a small smile that made him almost die of desire. This lady. What was she doing to him? Then she begun walking towards him. He felt his legs wobbly. What was this girl doing? Why did he suddenly feel so weak? Such a strong man who intimidated people with his looks, is now so weak like a new born? He was shocked.

"Salam? Would you like to donate to the little orphanage funds?" Her voice was as soft as a bird. Her orbs were mesmerising. Her face very cute and clear. Her big honey eyes made her look like a cute little white kitten. He felt another heart skip. He knew she was the one. The one he had been waiting for. His tamer. His redeemer. His salvager. His woman.

He felt bad suddenly. He was so tall like a modern day Hercules. A body builder physique and his wild looks and black sinister eyes. Bit he was undoubtedly very handsome. In fact the most handsome in his family. He had to smile to this girl. One thing he didn't know how to do.

His smile was surprisingly very cute. His dimples appeared and the cute laugh lines on the side of his life too. He looked more than handsome. She looked pleased but she had no idea who the hell she was dealing with. But he like her the more. It was almost as though she was new in the environs, because onlookers and passers-by were looking at her like she was crazy.

Now the issue of something English. English wasn't his first language but he had managed to learn very little. At least it could help him speak to her. He just hoped she understood. Such a fine man with small knowledge on the English language.

"Yes. How I should donate?" He asked in his bad grammar yet crazily husky Russian voice. Amira blushed unconsciously at that and helped him out by handing him over the envelope were he was to deposit the money.

"Subhanallah!(Glory be to Allah) you're going to donate 80,000 roubles?" Amira was shocked out of her wits as Vladmir counted 80,000 roubles for the orphanage funds. She could hardly even hold it. It took about 9 envelopes to contain all that money. It was obviously the end of poverty for the orphanage.

"Me, don't need too much money" he assured her as her mouth was still agape from the shock he had given her. He was oleasedbtagt he had done something to make her happy. This was the beginning of his quest to getting Amira for himself.

"Thank you so much umm..." She didn't know his name and he noticed.

"Me, Vladmir Abdulov" he helped her out. If she ever heard his last name, he was sure he would lose her. She smiled at that

"My name is Amira" she also introduced.

"Happy to meet you Amira" he said with a real smile on his face. The way her name tolled off his to gue made her want to drool. He was such a severe looking man yet so sweet and handsome.

"Erm..you want me and you to go and eat someplace at you like?" He asked in his broken grammar. Amira giggled at that softly and her giggles almost made him go crazy. She could see he was finding it very hard to speak the English so she figured she'd just spare him by ending the conversation.

"I see you're not very fluent in the English language, so I'll just spare you the pain. If you want I can teach you. But going out with you, I don't think so. I'm a muslin after all and I have some criteria to follow." She answered to a little disappointment in him. But he didn't want to push his lack this first day.

"No problem moys prekrasnaya lede(my beautiful lady)" he muttered before she spoke to him briefly and sought her leave. He knee he wanted to see her. He knew he wanted to keep her. To love her. To be with her. To protect her.

After stalking her for sometime, he finally found her home. It was a not so fancy house and he was determined to change that. He would make her the happiest woman in this world and he didn't care what people would think or say. All he knew was that, he was in love with this girl and would make her his.

He has been meeting her a few times and never had let her know that he knew where she lived. He saw how she slowly begun opening up to him. He learnt a few more English and Arabic words from her and she learnt some Russian words from him too. They were both learning from each other and it was very beautiful.

One day he decided to pay her a surprise visit to her home. So he set off very early to her home. He arrived at her home to meet the front door open and he was alarmed. Inside, he met with a raging scene. He had never felt that much disrespected and hurt in his entire life.

Amira was on the ground weeping while an elderly fat woman hit her with a leather belt.

"Auntie please. Ighfirlee A'm (forgive me aunt in Arabic)" she pleaded as she screamed in pain.

The blood thirsty monster in Vladmir had been unleashed. He saw no one and heard nothing. Without any thought, Vladmir carrier Amira's aunt like she weighed nothing and hauled her away onto the table to the horror of Amira. She screamed at that scene as her ain't broke down unconscious in the fragments of the table. The hidden ghoul in Vladmir turned its gaze to Amira and she was very scared.

He stood before her for a long whole starting at her as she hid her face from him in fear. She had curled up into a ball in the corner scared of the wrath of this man she had befriended. Was he really that brutal? That explained why people always looked at him in wonder and fear. Did he have a dark secret she didn't know of?

"I won't hurt you baby. I promise" he whispered. Her eyes went to him. They were red and tear filled. He saw trust in her eyes. She trusted him. She muttered

"P-Please d-dont hurt h-her". He smiled softly at her and nodded before helping her up and sending a killer glare to the body of Amira's aunt struggling to get up.

"You'll regret hitting my Amira. I swear it" with that, he carried her bridal style to his car outside. He was very angry and at the same time relieved that Amora was out of danger.

He placed her down gently at the back seat while he planted a small kiss on her forehead. He hopped onto the drivers seat and sped off. He would look at her from time to time and met with her teary eyes. His grip remained very firm on the steering wheel. His veins almost bursting out of his skin.

"Don't afraid Amira. You stay my house. That b***h, when not hit you again" he assured her in his bad grammar but Amira understood. Slowly she fell asleep. She knew he had a big secret and a great affection towards her but she was very scared to let him in, lest he hurt her.

Vladmir had carrier home to the surprise of his family. Who was that veiled beauty in his arms? They all wondered. He took her into his room and lay her down gently to sleep, before planting a kiss on her cheeks.

He returned downstairs to answer their bickering.

"Kto etot Vladmir? (Who's that Vladmir?)" His mother asked. He looked bored at the long talks they were about to have.

"Vy poprosili menya nayti zhenu , ne tak li ? Eto moya zhena"(You asked me to find a wife didn't you? That's my wife)" he replied with rebellion in his tone. His mother frowned at that on disapproval.

"YA znayu , chto skazal , chto vy dolzhny nayti zhenu . No ona prosto ne tot . I sdelatʹ voprosy khuzhe , ona musulʹmanin!"(I know I said you should find a wife. But she's just not the one. And to make matters worse, she's Muslim!) His mother snapped at him.

He was angry and I mean very angry. This was the very first time he was that angry with his mother. His anger was worse than his father's. He could do anything when he was angry and nobody, I mean nobody could stop him.

"Ty ne smeyeshʹ mama ! Papa byl musulʹmanin , i on zhenilsya na tebe . On rodilsya musulʹmaninom , podnyal musulʹmanina i umer musulʹmanina . YA sobirayusʹ zhenitʹsya na Amira , nravit·sya li vam eto ili net ! Potomu chto ya lyublyu yeye! ( Don't you dare Mother! Dad was a Muslim and he married you. He was born Muslim, raised Muslim, and died Muslim. I'm going to marry Amira whether you like it or not! Because I love her!)" He roared at his mother not minding the shocked looks on everyone's face.

Everyone flinched in fear as his rage went beyond limits. His eyes were blood red and the veins in his muscles were almost bursting out.

"V-Vladmir?" The voice of an angel called and all his anger and rage fled away.

To be continued on the next chapter.....

Leave a comment below and press that star button for the continuation of this awesome chapter.

What do you think is the relationship between Vladmir and Amira to Rose and Dwayne ?

10 stars and comments call for an update.

Ig:Elham Dhul Qanayn ❤