Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"You can get out of here. We don't want your presence anymore in this house. It was my mistake that I had married my son to a whore like you. I am sparing your life only because you're part of this family and the daughter of my late brother. Now get out of here we don't even want to see your face now." His grandfather, Shabbir Haider Syed, barked at his mother, Jahan ara.

"Please, let me live here where will I go. I've no place to live. This haveli is the last place where I can seek some shelter. You had already killed Umer and no one can give me someplace where I can live. At least provide me some money." His mother cried while the whole family witnessed the scene occurring in front of their eyes.

Umer was the man with whom she was involved. Her parents had forcefully bonded her into this marriage and she had no choice but to accept this relationship and marry Haider but she loved Umer.

After two years of her marriage her parents died in a car accident, who used to live in the haveli before and that very month she got a message from Umer, who wanted her back and she happily accepted it.

When the head of the haveli, Shabbir Haider Syed came to know that his dearest daughter in law who was also his younger brother's eldest daughter is caught red-handed fucking a man, his anger knew no bounds then and he ordered his men to hunt out that man whom she was involved with and lay him dead in front of his eyes.

He was brutally killed by him, with his body cut into several pieces and thrown into the sea but not before making her spectate the whole scene of his brutal murder.

Then she was ordered by him to leave the haveli instantly but she had no place to live as she used to live here before her marriage.

"Please where will I go. Have mercy"

"Go wherever you want to but not here."

"Ok, I'm leaving. But let me first collect some clothes of mine." She said and wiped her tears away as she moved towards her room, entered inside, and closed the door, before giving a smile to both Irtaza and Shehryaar.

Several minutes passed but she didn't come out of her room. Not even a single sound came from the room.

His grandfather stood up and walked towards the room, while both Irtaza and Shehryaar followed behind him.

The door opened and their eyes widened.

Jahan ara committed suicide.

His mother committed suicide.

Her lifeless body hung from the ceiling fan as a rope was tightened around her throat.

Her eyes were opened. She didn't get a chance to close them.
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That was the day when Irtaza went straight to his grandfather and asked him to teach the mafia skills. His heart was shattered into pieces and the constant sadistic and barbaric practicing of the mafia at such a young age molded him into a real sadistic notorious mafia don.

For years he had encaged himself inside his body. At family gatherings, he'll usually sit and observe everyone. If he wanted to share anything then he had his brother Shehryaar with him. After his mother's death, his father was so disturbed that he could hardly pay any attention to his children.

Irtaza was never an expressive person nor the one who could trust someone easily, especially after his mother's death nor the one who could be deceived by someone's beautiful and charming looks until one day when his eyes settled on Zahra.

Flashback

For the past several days, he had been working hard on his shooting skills and today was the day when his grandfather decided to take a test on him. He took him to the basement which's atmosphere was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and vomit as different torture weapons hung by the wall.

His grandfather showeď him his target, a man gagged and roped in a knelt position, his eyes begging for mercy. A sadistic glint entered the young boy's eyes as he traced the helplessness in them. He was feeling satisfied by watching his prey completely at his mercy. He had to shoot him straight in his heart and he didn't even hesitate before taking his gun out and shooting him straight in his heart but he missed it by two inches.

The man died on the spot.

Sudden anger surged through his veins that he was not able to meet his target, he emptied all of the bullets into the dead man's head.

A few minutes later, another man was brought to the basement on his grandfather's order. Like the previous one, he was also gagged and roped. The guards made him kneel several inches away from Irtaza and he took his gun out.

He didn't want to miss this one.

He had to impress his grandfather.

Sweat was popping out of his forehead but he didn't want to stop until the bullet would meet his desired spot. His eyes settled on the target.

"One," his grandfather said.

His eyes narrowed analyzing his shivering prey.

"Two"

He traced his heart from his eyes while pulling down the safety of the gun.

He smirked already knowing that he wasn't going to miss this one.

"Three"

And the sound of two bullets resonated in the silent atmosphere, both meeting at the same point, the center of the roped man's heart.

"Yayy gotchya," Shahryar smirked.

Both turned around and saw Shehryaar holding the gun in his hand like a toy, a victory smirk marred his face as he shot at the exact desired point.

Both brothers share the same sadistic glint in their grey eyes.

After the practice, Irtaza went back to his father's study to tell him about his achievement and found him seated on the nearby sofa, busy calling his younger brother, Mujtaba. Irtaza knew he was secretly in contact with him despite the warnings of his grandfather not to contact his younger brother anymore.