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

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Kindness is a mark of faith, and whoever has no kindness has no faith. - Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaihi wasallam)

AMIRA SULTAN P.O.V

"Good Morning Students!" I greeted another class as a substitute teacher since one of my colleague is absent .

" Good Morning, Teacher! " They all stood up rhyming in union .

A small smile appeared on my lip " How were the holidays? Did you have a nice time?"

"  Yeah! It was fantastic, Madam; I went to Karachi with my family " one of the students said cheerfully.

" That’s excellent. So today you all have to write about your summer vacation all right " I clap to motivate them.

"  Sure Madam " they all cheered taking out there stencils and copy .

" So you all- "

" Amira ! Chi chi Amira " I furrowed my both eyebrows at the voice of my annoying best friend peeping from the door .

" What !" I whispered/ yelled .

" Come here " she signed with her both hands like bunny paws .

Walking towards her I rolled my eyes at her silly behaviour " what " I lean on the door frame .

" After lunch , we will go to watch movies, okay '' she giggled excitedly .

'' No I don't like movies, you know that beside I have work at home " her face fell .

" Sorry " I added with  tight smile .

" Always a spoil sport " she mumbled and about to go when Principal ma'am called my name.

"Amira Sultan came to the principal office '' I immediately straightened myself when I heard my name in the speaker.

Seher look at me in surprise " what have you done now "

I shrugged my shoulder innocently " I have no idea "

" Please look at the class till I come back "

Seher signed me to go. I nodded as I walked out of the class ..... Praying to Allah s.w.t  that I don't get into trouble which surprisingly I get most of the time .

Biting my lips nervously I knock on the door .

" Come in '' I heard Mrs Samiya's voice.

I entered the room only to knock the statue by my elbow. I tried to catch it but damn it fell on the floor with a loud sound .

I close my eyes in relief, glad that it's not made of glass .

I picked it up just then I heard my principal " welcome Miss. Amira " she said her back is facing me while she is turning some pages .

I frown " How do you know it's me '' I raised my eyebrows .

She chuckled, turning around " well you are the only teacher of the school who has broken something as soon as you come to my office " she leaned on her chair sitting comfortably .

I look up remembering every time I enter her office .

" Good morning ma- opm hp... " I slipped and knocked all the paper from his desk.

" You call me mis - oh no " I accidentally spilled the coffee .

" May I come Ma'am I just want to sub- " someone came from behind unintentionally scaring the everything out of me ... I knocked the vase which shattered into pieces on the ground .

I look at her with an awkward smile "  you called me " I asked shamelessly . Miss Samiya is in her mid 50s yet looks so much younger than other women .

" Yes... But today I am not angry, " she smiled, giving me an envelope.

I  baffled while taking the envelope " what's this '' I asked opening it .

She had a proud smile on her face " check it out by yourself"

I felt my eyes come out of its socket. " I got a chance to become a Montessori teacher in one of the best schools in Pakistan. " I squeal in happiness .

She chuckled" yes you did I am proud of you Amira" I looked up when she took my first name .

" Thank you" I went to hug her . She is not just my principal but also my mother's best friend. That's why she tolerates all my nonsense .

She cleared her throat. " I am your principal, " she tried to act sternly but failed miserably when I gave her a bright smile .

" I promised I will work really hard and make you proud '' I told her with determination .

She put hand on my head " Insha Allah , May Allah s.w.t bless you and give you success in this life and hereafter "

Hearing these tears filled my eyes overwhelmed .


 

I entered my other work place since a teaching job isn't enough for my and my family's survival so I entered happily with a dreamy smile on my face .

I got a promotion FINALLY now I am one step ahead of my dream .
 

I clasp my hand dreamily " life will be so amazing "

Suddenly someone put wiping clothes on my shoulder " you are late , stop dreaming and move your hand quickly '' Mrs. Azim gave me a stern look " but I bake cake here "

" Yeah staff hasn't come yet , you have to clean all the table before customer comes " with that she walked away

Meet Mrs . Azim must be in her late 30s , smiling is not one of her talents but yes when she gets angry you can see live smoke coming out of her nose and ear clearly .

I frown at the direction she went , she always orders me around . I mean she works here too but she orders everyone like she is the boss .

I took off the wipe from my shoulder " one day... I will be so successful that I will own this place and order you around just wait and see " I hiss at her direction .

" Amira ". She shouted my name .

My eyes widened " coming coming here I am " I ran inside frantically .

She glared at me '' what the hell took you so long "

Before I could open my mouth she beat me to it .

" Go clean all the tables after that there are 3 cakes you have to bake" with that she walked away .

I sigh till my dream doesn't come true I need to work in this Bakery shop

The time went fast as I took orders on the phone for a wedding , wiped the table and as usual .