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

"Taking pains to remove the pains of others is the true essence of generosity." - Abu Bakr (R.A)

Amira Sultan.p.o.v
 

I smile watching how my father interacts with Khalid .

Khalid didn't talk to him like he did last time disrespectfully in fact he was so polite .

I felt a hit on my shoulder and stumbled back .

" Watch out dumbo " Zainab snickered , I rolled my eyes . Some people just don't want to change .

" By the way, " she said, standing in front of me.

" How are you feeling snatching what's mine " her tone was sarcastic yet her eyes blazing fire . I remember how excited she was to marry Khalid because of his wealth. If it wasn't for her mother , she would have been Khalid's wife .

" Grow up Zainab " I said in a bored tone and about to walk away but she held my arm tightly digging her pointed nails .

" Ah.. " I hiss not wanting to create any scene in front of guests .

" Zainab " I tried to warn her .

" Do you really think , you can get what mine , now see what I will do with you " my eyes widened to see her hand holding a cold drink rising toward my face . I close my eyes in fear .

" Ouch " suddenly I heard something fall .

Opening my eyes , I saw Ibrahim looking at her apologetic .

" Oh I am so sorry Ma'am" he apologised to the red faced Zainab who was fuming in anger .

Her eyes were on us , the cold drink , she was about to splash on my face , were now all over her dress .

" I am so sorry , I didn't realise where I was running " his voice was genuine , there was some satisfaction in his eyes .

Did he push her intentionally?

" YOU IDIOT !" She launched at Ibrahim but I came in between .

" Don't you dare Zainab " I bare my teeth in anger .

" Don't you dare to hurt my child " I warn her .... I was damn serious , if she even thought of touching Ibrahim I won't leave hair on her extensional hair .

I felt two pairs of eyes watching my way proudly while the other two looked absolutely stunned .
 

" I will see you " Zainab stomps her feet then walks in the washroom direction .

I looked at Ibrahim , there was something I guess tears ... but why ??

" You both okay " Khalid's deep voice raised both of our heads .

" Yeah... we are good , aren't we " I asked Ibrahim , he nodded silently .

" Did you push her intentionally ?" Khalid asked Ibrahim in a stern voice .

" She was hurting her " he looks away embarrassed , like he doesn't want me to know that He cares about me .

Aww.... He does have a soft spot for me .

His eyes widened knowing what I was about to do. Before I could pinch his cheeks he ran away .

I pout...

" Did she hurt you? " Khalid held my arm .

" Ouch " I hissed in pain , he held the exact spot where Zainab dug his nail .

Covering my view from everyone , he slowly folded my sleeves only to see three dots like bruises.

" I shouldn't have invited her, " Khalid mumbled under his breath in anger .

" It's okay .. " I whispered smiling " I am aware of her tantrums " I shrugged casually looking down at the bruises .

But his eyes didn't move from my face , his eyes swirling with so many emotions ... like he was regretting something .

" What happened, okay? " I clasp my thumb in front of his face .

He came out of his thoughts , he clasped his hand with mine , sending tingles through my body. " yeah come with me "

 

We entered some room which I guess , his office room .

" Sit here " I sat on a blue chair.

After some seconds he came back with a first aid box in his hand .

We both stayed silent , slowly he took my small hand into his big one , yet it felt like my hands were made for his one . It fitted so perfectly . Folding my sleeves , he started cleaning my wound which is now frozen with blood on it .

" Did they use to abuse you? " His tone was soft yet I could feel the tension in his muscles .

" It's okay, " I whispered, not wanting to get into this topic .

'' How the hell is supposed to be okay? " he snapped , I flinched back .

His eyes softened quickly " I am sorry , I didn't mean to scare you ''

" It's okay Khalid " I smiled trying to lighten his mood .

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat '' how come every situation is okay for you Amira '' he whispered there was some sadness in his voice.

" It's called sabar Khalid, " I replied gently .

" When you know , you are a servant of Allah and trying your best to please your lord , then there are no sad endings for the believer . No matter how many test Allah s.w.t gave us , he will never leave us alone on those test that's why I have strength to survive every hardship because my strength comes from my lord , it's always us Khalid who choose duniya ( world) over Akhirah( hereafter) it's us who create distance from Allah s.w.t yet just one call to lord of the world and Allah s.w.t is there for us " I completed with smile .

He kept staring at me , I felt like there were thousands of questions he wanted to ask yet he kept mum... slowly I looked down to see , he was done with my bandage .

" Thank you, " I said, smiling .

He smiled back but it didn't reach his eyes .

I really pray to Allah s.w.t to guide him to straight path 






 

Khalid Mirza p.o.v

 

I was going downstairs - " omph " someone bumped into my chest and fell flat with a tray . It's a waiter in his usual uniform .

" You okay man " I kneel to help him get all the broken glasses , just then he slip something into my hands without looking into my eyes and walks away leaving the tray and glasses on the floor .

" Hey ! Where are you-" he turned to the other side of the room , I followed him but it felt like he vanished in the air with a blink of an eye .