Married to Mr. Mafia by Nusrat Jahan (literature books to read .TXT) 📖

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KHALID MIRZA P.O.V

" What he is the groom "  her soft voice rang inside my head .

Even though I did not see her face, I can surely tell by her voice that she was disgusted by me .

Not that I care but how dare she ... I despise people like her . They are good for nothing , she is good for nothing . If this so-called marriage won't be important I would have rejected that girl solely because of her judgemental sister.

  Staring ahead of the dark road only seen by the front light , her words rang inside my head again and again.  My knuckles went white as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I don't know why one sentence bothered me so much . No one spoke good about me before but it never bothered my heart so much then why her .

" Khalid " , my best friend's voice , snapped me out of my thoughts .

" You okay brother " his eyes were on my hand which almost turned white .

I relax my muscles

" Ahem I am fine " I said curtly , I am seriously in no mood to talk .

" You really see yourself marrying her " Osman questions irk my inner beast .

I punched the brake so hard that his head would have slammed on the front but sadly saved by seatbelt .

" What The Hell Is Wrong With You " anger was evident in his voice .

" Ask yourself, " I seethed angrily .

Turning straight I start the car ....

'' She is not right for you, " I heard him mumble .

Like I care .

" And the abaya girl is for you, " I snapped back .

" Where the hell did she come from ??" His tone was clearly filled with fury .

" Oh come on " I turn the steering wheel harsly .

" I saw you the way , you were stealing glances on her way "

" Dude , you didn't even saw her face "  I stop the car in front of our house .

Turning my full attention toward him " what if she is ugly ??? She was standing there like a ghost covered in something black " I snickered disgusted .

" She was not looking attractive at all, " I added .

There was a complete silence. Osman was quiet for some time, staring at me like a creep .

" What !" I snap feeling irritated .

" Do you even know why she was wearing an abaya ??" His questions made  my eyebrows lowered in confusion .

" Why ?"

" You said she looks unattractive ! Well dude that was main point of her wearing that to hide her beauty from men like us "

" Men like us ?" I repeat his sentence feeling offended .

" Yes Khalid Mirza men like us "

" How many women you have approached in club , just because they look attractive and now please don't tell , you had a nice intention toward them , you approach them because of their beauty , use them for your own pleasure and threw them from your life like they meant nothing "

" They didn't know your intentions , they fell for your sweet words , do you know how many hearts you must have broken , did you even care ? No ! You don't Khalid Mirza "

" But Allah Almighty does and ordered women to cover themselves to protect them from men like you  "

" Men like you won't approach a women like Amira because you can't see her beauty but men who have nice intention toward , who want to give her respect , who doesn't care about beauty but character who respectfully want to marry her will "

" And I will ask her hand respectfully from her father because I knew a woman who fears her lord will be good life partner for me "

His blazing eyes snap away from mine , turning his back he opens the door and slam it shut loudly .

I slam my hand on the steering wheel angrily .

" She will be nothing but a big embarrassment , I will never marry a woman like her " I bare my teeth staring ahead with a raging fire burning inside me .

AMIRA SULTAN P.O.V

" Abbu I am sorry but he is not the right person for Zainab " the moment all the guests were gone I couldn't help but raise objections for this alliance .

" You spoke again , how many times I have to tell you to stay out of my business " Zainab was inches away attacking me .

I glanced at my father who was sitting on the couch with his head between his both hands while Ammi just started my way . I don't know whether she is angry just like Zainab or I don't know .

Taking a deep breath I hold Zainab shoulder firmly " listen to me Zainab , a man with no imaan ( faith ) can never make you happy "

She jerk my hand harsly " why I have this feeling you are just getting jealous of me "

" I mean of course you will be jealous " she smirks .

I raised my eyebrows , surprised .

I am seriously jealous !!!

" I mean he is handsome , rich -" she was about to count on her finger .

" Seriously " I cut her off .

" Are you serious Zainab ! "

" That man smoking cigarettes right outside our house and here you are counting his wealth " I am absolutely shocked at her choice of words .

" So everyone smokes nowadays, it's common " she shrugged casually .

This girl is so frustrating that I wanted to bang my head on the wall .

" Zainab ! Her saying are right , that man is no good " my eyes widen in surprise ,  for the first time in my life Ammi took my side .

Did a miracle happen ??

Am I dreaming ??

" Zubair I cannot let my daughter marry someone like him , please do something " Ammi kneels down in front of Abbu , her voice breaking in the end .

Oh so this is the reason she was crying  so badly that day .

" But Ammi -" Zainab tried to intervene " SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP " Zainab flinched at Ammi's harsh tone toward her .

" I WON'T LET THAT MAN MARRY YOU ! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ? " Her raised, determined voice sent chills down my spine while Zainab stood speechless .