MAFIA LOVE

My story

“Never underestimate the power of Dua (supplication).” – Anonymous

If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't.

Aamal p.o.v

" Devil " I heard his chilling voice sending down my spine .

But with a jet speed I lost his presence .

I wanted to extend my hand to see if he is still standing in front of me but my body just decided to be a statue.

" WHAT THE HELL.... WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIGHTS " I head his thunderous voice from a distance ..

Okay confirm not in front of me ....I let out my breath which I didn't even remember I was holding .

" Boss we are -"

" Fix this before I come or else -" his incomplete sentence was enough for everyone to understand his warning .

There was a complete silence all I heard was a sound of shoe walking out .

Who the hell is this devil ???

Suddenly the light came back , quickly covering my eyes with the back of hands as the sudden light irritated my eyes .

" What the hell are you doing there '' I heard the man irritated voice who brought me here.

Oh did I mention forcefully ???

" I - umm - I " I was loss of word and my dear didn't help my mind at all .

" Come down NOW!" He bark rudely like I am an animal .

Well they are....

" Rabia... Take her to servants quater , she's the new maid here " I glance at the women who was commanded , my eyes automatically scan her from head to toe . She must be in mid 50s if my mother was alive , she must be in her age . One thing that surprise me in this heartless people surrounding me that she is the only one holding a sympathy gaze toward my direction .

I felt layers of unsettling emotion , averting my gaze I waited for her to walk so I could follow her .

" Come dear " ohh even her voice making me remind of my Aunt wgo was a mother figure to me . A great pang gripped my heart

Holding my emotions I follow I hate to cry infront of other people . I don't know why .

Soon she led me to servants quater to my surprise every servants has seperate room . Opening the gate , she nodded my way to enter inside and I did . Scanning the room I realised it is bigger than my room in my home .

Is this really a servant quater or guest room ??

" We are not treated that bad here " she answered my unasked questions .

" I heard you are here for one year " she pat my back '' don't worry it will pass with the blink of an eye "

" What if they don't let me go '' these questions causing me anxiety with every passing second in this mansion .

" I cannot say much but boss never break his promise and trust me as much as it a good thing , it's a bad thing too "

" Horrible " she whispered the last word looking down .

I wanted to ask so many things but I knew nothing going to make the pain less .

" Okay " that's all I said .

Patting my cheek one last time , she left . I quickly close the door leaning my back on it .

A shivering gasp escape my lips as the tears started to fell one by one .

Who knew....I was planning so much to be a teacher in a reputed school and here I am a maid of a Mafia house .

Squeezing my eyes shut I let slip down letting the tears fell freely remember my family .

2 months before......

‘’ Hey get a glass of water my step mom yells as soon as she comes back home , in a jet speed I run to the kitchen trying my best to complete her order before she gets angry , her anger is something I am afraid of..

‘’HURRY UP !’’ she yelled again.

‘’yes ‘’I ran was holding the glass of water but suddenly my leg tripped and I fell on the ground smashing the glass on my hand .

‘’ no…no..no..no…’’ I cried out scared , without paying attention to my bleeding hand I tried to pick up the shattering pieces . if she sees this then she will beat me till I black out .

my heart started thudding inside my chest ….. I wanted to run away from this house so badly .

I was busy picking up the broken pieces when my eyes caught her feet in front of me .

my eyes grow wide …. I knew what's coming for me.

I continue to stare at her feet, not daring to raise my eyes….I know in any second I am gonna trash badly .

" You little ####" she abused me and I closed my eyes …. No matter how many times she abuses me it still hurts every single time .

In a blink she grabs a chunk of my hair forcing me to get up .

" I am sorry….I am so sorry please leave me " I beg for forgiveness .

She pushed me across the living room " leave you??? Why don't you leave this world just like your mother did " she screamed those hurtful words and the house echoed my painful scream as her beating session started .

" Please stop " I woke up dreaming of the same nightmare . Cold sweat covers my forehead , I look at my surroundings, it's dark…. Just like my life .

Though I got out of that hell hole, it still doesn't leave my mind .

I lick my dry lip. You are still so pathetic… my consciousness mock and I felt angrier .

Suddenly I heard the call for the prayer . Taking a deep breath I pulled off my blanket and got down from the bed . Going to the washroom I did my wudu and prayed my compulsory prayer.

I wanted to look at the sunset through the window but then I remembered I had school in the morning . I don't want to be late . So I went to sleep , yeah…duty before beauty .

" Aamaal wake up " I heard my personal alarm clock shaking my body .

" wake up !" She snatched the blanket from my body " it's 9:00 a.m."

Hearing the word 9:00 a.m my eyes flew open " what ? Why didn't you wake me up earlier " I frantically tried to search my phone and the moment I got it I glanced at the screen then glared at her " seriously ? …It's 8:00 a clock "

" It's going to be 9:00 soon , come downstairs I have prepared breakfast " with which she left and I huffed in .

" She always does that " I groan, wanting to sleep some more but knowing I am not getting any, I get down not before throwing some tantrums.

After getting refreshed and dressed for school I went downstairs .

" Why do you always do that ?" I asked my aunt who flipped the paratha like a professional chef. Did I tell you guys that she is the best cook in this world ??? Oh well she is .

" I love it, " she simply shrugged .

My eyes widened, " you love to annoy me ?" I ask bewildered .

" Yep " that's the only answer I got .

" BOO!"

" WHAT THE -" I jump in fear and glare at my good for nothing brother .

I put my hand over my chest to stabilise my heartbeat " did I ever mentioned that I hate you "

" Everyday " he pulled the chair beside me and I stuck my tongue out .

" Assalamualaikum everyone " my little cousin Amira came downstairs running , she is just 8 years old and the youngest family member .

" Where is my breakfast? " she pout looking at the table .

" I ate everything, " my brother wiggles his eyebrows .

Yes he doesn't even spare her

" Mom….why is he so annoying? " she yelled at Aunty .

" I think that every day " I sigh….

" But I love you guys " he pulled us for a hug .

" Ewww " we both pushed him away .

" Ouch I am hurt " he put his hand on his chest dramatically and we rolled our eyes.

" By the way, Ibrahim , what happened to your ticket? " My uncle came pulling a chair ready for breakfast .

" It's confirmed , I am leaving in three days, " he said .

" Alhamdulillah ( all praise belongs to God ) "

" Finally a breath of fresh air " Amira looked up at the ceiling dramatically .

" You both are going to miss me the most " he eyed us .

" Nope "

" Never "

" You both will and even if you cry I won't come " he laughed and my heart skipped a beat .

Only if I knew what the future held for us….I would have never let him go …

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