Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (phonics story books .TXT) 📗

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She had an urge to laugh but suppressed it as she didn't want his brutal side to come out.

He was standing beside the slab cutting onions as his eyes were puffy due to the itching caused by the onions.

He was continuously cutting them as well as drying his eyes by the back of his hands. He was making omelette for him as he was getting late for his office.

When he entered the kitchen ready to go to work in his grey tuxedo. But after realizing that Eliff is not here he decided to make breakfast on his own . A thought of waking Fatima up crossed his mind but he didn't want to bother her as yesterday's encounter with her came in his mind which saddened his heart but that feeling soon subsided as the phone started ringing in his hand.

He was taking out knife from the stand as he attended the call which was from the hospital.

" She is out of danger now but we can't say anything that when she will come to her senses." The other person who probably was a doctor spoke up which brought a slight smile on his face after so many days hearing about her sister well being.

"What do you mean ? You should know when she will become completely fine" Abaan voice echoed in the room.

" Y..yes sir but she is out of danger now soon she will open her eyes." The other person got intimated by his authoritative voice.

He cut the call but his heart about which he thought as just a organ in his body like others ,with no feelings ,got light after hearing this from Aima's doctor.
 

He started making breakfast for him after putting his coat on the chair in the kitchen. Folding his cuffs till his elbow causing his muscles on display with black ink covering them, he started cutting onions but least did he know that these small onions would bring tears from his eyes. 
 

She stepped forward after thinking alot as she took precautionary steps towards him. Who was busy in his work without noticing her.
"L..let m..me do this" she said while stuttering on her words not want to take a small wrong step which could ignite the monster in him.
 

He turned his face to find her beside him looking at him with fear in her eyes. He just stepped back dropping the knife on the cutting board. She looked at him who stood while resting his back at the slab folding his hands against his chest then at the onions which were left for her to cut them.
She stepped forward and took the knife and started cutting them with his intense gaze on her the entire time. 

She was about to cut but halted at his words.

" Aima is out of danger now." He said in a monotonic voice now staring at cabinets behind her.

" Thank God" she was genuinely happy for Aima and for him too as she always pray for her well being. But her smile fainted hearing the next words from his mouth.

" Don't you think that I will release you now . She is still unconscious "  Abaan said with gritted teeth as he saw her smile knowing that she would demand to go back if Aima become all healthy again. But he would not let her go back. Why?

Because you want her. His conscience spoke.

No just to hurt her father. He agreed with his brain.
Glint of tears started appearing in her eyes as she diverted her attention towards cutting the onions.

"Hss" she hissed as a sudden pain erupted in her wrists . Abaan immediately grabbed her wrist as he straightened up his posture.

" What happened?" He asked with a worried expression on his face. She didn't say anything as her lower lip started quivering. He remembered his brutality examining her wrist. He made her sit on the chair as he grabbed the first aid box from the cabinet and knelt down before her. He grabbed the wrists as he applied ointment.

" Why didn't you applied anything on it? It could get more worse . Are you dumb? " He scolded her while applying the ointment. Her tears fast their pace at his scolding making him startled.

" Why are you crying now?" He said while raising his fingers in his hair frustratedly.

But she started crying more like she had decided to shed all the tears left in her today.

" Ok sorry I am not saying anything now." He said raising his arms , surrendering while putting the ointment back in the box.

" Just sit here ok and stop crying" he said trying to sound angry but failed in it as he was very much concerned about her wrist where dark blue bruise could be seen . He didn't know that she was this much sensitive as he knew he grabbed her wrist hard but not that much hard that she got a bruise.

He made omelette for both of them as she was just staring at him especially at his biceps covered with black ink. An urge arose in her that she wanted to see his complete tattoo but shook her head to vanish these creepy thoughts.

He placed the breakfast on the table and sat beside her. He was about to say her to start up but his phone started ringing and after few seconds of talking he grabbed his coat and went out without saying anything to her.
She was flabbergasted at his actions then looked at the black toasts and half cooked omelette. She shook her head with a smile and went to make something else for her.

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She was folding her prayer mat when she heard the sound of car parking in the porch. She went to see out of the window to find Abaan's car behind an ambulance. Her heart dropped seeing ambulance praying everything would be fine and ran downstairs. 
She saw the guards dragging a stretcher through the door. She moved forward to see Aima unconscious lying on it. She had seen her in pictures hung on almost every wall of the mansion but seeing her like this in pale skin and very weak broke her heart . She could understand the pain felt by Abaan seeing his sister like that.
Abaan came after talking to someone on the phone. His face was expressionless when he saw at her sister but turned cold when his gaze fall on Fatima who was already staring at him. He cleared his throat before saying .

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