Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (free e novels .TXT) 📖
- Author: Petillant Alba
- Serie: «MAFIA SERIES.»
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She came out of the restroom to find no one in the room. She sighed in relief after realizing he was gone. She wasn't ready to face him with her crimson colour cheeks. Her heart was still beating wildly at his actions , early in the morning. She walked towards Aima's room to take a glance at her. A maid was passing by ,so she asked her about the monster at which she told he had gone already to office. She nodded her head at her and walked inside Aima's room. After checking on Aima she continued to accomplish her daily chores.
She was busy in aligning the cushions on the couch but the sound of someone's coming made her to turn around.
"Hello sweetie." She turned to find that same woman from her wedding . She was wearing a green blouse with white mini skirt showing her artificial breasts and curves perfectly. She forgot her name as she looked at her with a confused look on her face.
"Assalamualaikum" she asked with a quirked eyebrow as she didn't like her a bit. Fatima signalled her to sit on the couch at which she scrunched her nose in disgust.
"I came here for Aima not for you. So led me the way to her room." She said as she glanced at her manicured fingers. Fatima opened her mouth to say something but didn't want to disrespect a guest of her home.
"She is doing rest as you know she is in coma so she can't meet with random people. You can go." Fatima said with a fake smile on her face as hatred was evident in that slut's eyes.
"You bitch! Do you know to whom your are talking about? I am the model Ryna Bilal. One of the best models of this country and still you have guts to talk to me like this." Ryna spoke up in a proud manner, raising her neck. But this didn't affect Fatima as she sighed .
"Do you have something else to talk about?" Fatima asked with an emotionless face.
" I think you don't know your place. This house and especially your husband's room was my property. And still I am allowed to come here whenever I want. If you want any clarification then ask him. Where is Abaan?" She said looking here and there for Abaan. Her words hurt Fatima as Ryna was realizing her her place in this house.
"Here I am?" They both were staring each other in pure hatred but Abaan's voice radiated in the living room making them out the their staring competition.
"Ah ! Abaan I was looking for you? Where have you been?" Ryna asked as she clinged to his body which erupted sparks in Fatima's body but the sight of Abaan hugging her back with a slight smile made her shocked and hurt too. She didn't expect him to hug her back proving Ryna true that he still had feelings for her. Fatima didn't fit into this house and in his heart too.
"I heard you have signed a project with Mr Williams. Glad to hear it." Ryna said as she sat on the couch after Abaan signalled her too , followed by Abaan who was about to sit on the single sofa but she grabbed his hand and made her sit beside her. Fatima's vision got blurry due to the tears , gathering in her eyes. She saw them for few seconds talking to each other as her presence didn't matter to them at all. She was hurt and shocked too seeing Abaan talking with her like they were old friends and met after a long time. She couldn't see the sight in front of her as she was about to exit the living room but couldn't do so. Because when she was walking past Abaan he grabbed her wrist making her startled.
"Where are you going?" Abaan asked with a confused look on his face while pulling her wrist towards himself. Fatima gulped the lump of tears before speaking as she could sense the scowl on Ryna's face through her peripheral vision.
"Because I don't have anything to do here?" Fatima said with a frown on her face. Sparks of fire could be seen in her eyes as she jerked her wrist away from his grip and walked out of the room leaving him dumbfounded . He was shocked at her feirce as he wondered what he had done as she was alright in the morning. His thoughts got diverted by Ryna as they kept talking for few minutes.
"Come on Abaan. Let's go outside we have met after so many days." Ryna whined as she tried to flatter him by her charms but he was Abaan Junaid Khan for a reason. There was only one girl who could do this and she was his wife.
"No, Ryna . May be some other day . I am very tired today. You should go home now." With that, not glancing at her again he walked out of the room leaving her with a scowl on her face.
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How he was hugging her? Like two loved ones meeting after a long time.
She was mimicking him in her mind while walking in the garden. She had an urge to throw Ryna out of the house right now. She didn't like the way he met her.
"You are here. I was finding you in the house. What are you doing here?" She was busy in making plans to kill Ryna in the most miserable way but the voice of Abaan didn't let her proceed. She glanced at him who was standing beside her waiting for her reply.
"Taking a walk." She said with an emotionless face as she continued her walking. He was dumbfounded at her statement as he matched her pace and started walking with her. He wanted to know about the sudden change of her mood.
"Don't you think you should take a walk after dinner?" Abaan said as he lowered his head at her but she was busy looking at the opposite direction. Not wanting to devote a single glance at him.
"I have already eaten my dinner." Fatima lied ,still with the same voice making him more concern about her.
"You have eaten without me?" He asked with shock as he thought she never ate dinner without him.
"Why can't I eat without you?" Fatima said curtly turning towards him.
"No, ofcourse you can . I was just asking." Abaan said concealing his shocked expressions.
"What are you doing here? Where is she?" After few minutes of silently walking Fatima asked the question which was bothering her.
"Ryna. She is gone...wait a minute. You don't like her right? That's why you are reacting like this?" Abaan said as if he had solved a mystery.
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