Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (free e novels .TXT) 📖

She fliched back hearing his roar. Tears were continuously flowing down her cheeks. She knew she could never succeed in building trust in his heart. She wanted to help him to make him come out of his dark cave where he had locked himself. But she always failed in doing so. Her heart dropped seeing his condition which wasn't in good shape, for his sister. It's not his fault not hers but still it was causing pain to both of them too.

"I-i k-know you are passing from pain seeing your sister like this in a miserable state but you have to put up good hope . Everything will be fine. " She said while stepping forward towards him who was staring at her with no emotions. His eyes were cold like usual. But to her his dark cold eyes were the sign of pain. Whenever she looked at him her anger and hatred, however it was , vanished away. 

"I know you hate me , the reason of which I don't understand, because I haven't any fault in all this. Did I do her accident? Did I hit her with my car? " She said with all the emotions in her eyes.

"You don't have any fault but your father's is." He said after a long silence staring at her, with dark eyes.

"We both know that it was an accident . My father didn't hit her on purpose. That all was in fate. You have to admit it." She was saying confidently without stuttering in front of him which made her shocked too.

Abaan was about to say something but Sufyan entered with the doctor. Abaan immediately stood up from the bed so that the doctor could examine her. They were waiting for the doctor to speak up about the condition of Aima as her stroke had ended before the arrival of doctor.

"What happened?" Abaan asked in a cold voice as the doctor stood up after examining her. 

"I can't say anything right now?" The doctor said ,while adjusting his stethoscope, but startled when Abaan abruptly grabbed his collar ,as a consequence, his head hit the wall.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? SHE IS MY SISTER YOU DAMNIT. " Abaan roared making the doctor tremble in fear. 

Fatima looked at Sufyan , waiting for him ,to free him from that monster's grip, but he was standing like it was a usual thing. She looked back at them as the doctor's old face was getting red as Abaan grabbed him by his collar tightly.

" S-sir i-i have to do tests first. Then i-i can tell you something." Doctor spoke with difficulty. Abaan released him with a jerk causing him to stumble back. Abaan raised his fingers in his hair out of frustration, while clenching his jaw.

"But she is out of danger. Her arteries got blocked but the lifting of her head the supply of blood didn't stopped. Why the arteries blocked? That will we know after performing tests." The doctor spoke whatever he examined in such short time not wanting to suffer his wrath anymore.

Sufyan walked out with doctor after he assigned the time of tests. Abaan looked at Fatima who had a relief expression on her face as Aima was out of danger. She ,after adjusting the blanket over Aima ,looked at him who was staring at her with an unknown emotion. Fatima also started looking at him who was looking exhausted ,which he was , exhausted from his life ,this world and mostly from his dark world. They both were looking each other intensely for few moments.

"Take care of her. Tell me if you want anything for her" He said after the  breaking the eye contact. After stating her he walked out of the room.

Fatima looked at his back which disappeared after the closing of the door. She was surprised but happy too as he allowed her to take care of his sister. She shook her head as she could never understand him. Sometimes she thought that she knew him but ,sometimes she felt he was very unknown to her. She smiled as a hope emerged in her heart to take him on the right path with her. Hearing his words and the reason of his dark cold eyes did something to her heart . She wanted to soothe him and to be on his side whenever he needed someone. She knew the duties of a wife but he didn't know the duty of being a husband. But she had a hope of making him all hers and taking him out of his dark world. 

Hearing those voracious words from his mouth stabbed her heart into pieces but the hatred in his voice didn't support his dark cold grey blade eyes as they had never any emotions inside them. She wanted to enter his heart to clean the darkness from there and let the light come in but she wasn't succeeding in her attempt. 

She looked at Aima, lying unconscious, but still doing many things to her life. Her pain and comfort were all in her hands, whether, she was conscious or unconscious. Before her the fate in is Allah's hand. 

She walked outside the room to offer her prayer but stopped as she didn't want to leave Aima alone. So she did the ablution in her room and offered the prayer there.

Abaan entered the room as he left his phone back in Aima's room. He never live without his phone as his most of the business was done on phone and laptop so he took them with him everywhere he went. 

He left his phone in the room as he wasn't in the right state of mind when he walked out of the room. He was tired of his life. He was tired of punishing Fatima for the undone deed . He was tired of everything . He just wanted Aima to become healthy again because she was the one and all he had in his life. But still he felt alone . Entering the dark world removed the last bit of sympathy in him which was left after her. 

He never felt any pain any emotion whenever he  tortured or killed anyone . But after punishing Fatima he never felt a little bit of solace in his heart rather a guilt started taking place . He never wanted like this . He was satisfied killing people but wasn't happy at all. But this time he wasn't even satisfied.

He entered the room to find her sitting on the prayer mat with raised hands for dua.  Tears were rolling down from her eyes while praying . thr room was dark but the strret light comig from the lawn was illuminating her face. She was looking like an ethereal beauty ,enlightening the dark room, present in his heart which was coming inside through the rent of the curtains , but still could not succeed in illuminating his whole room so it could eradicate the darkness.