Married to Mr. Mafia by Nusrat Jahan (books for 10th graders TXT) 📗

Chapter 16

What actions are most excellent? To gladden the hearts of human beings, to feed the hungry, to help the afflicted, to lighten the sorrow of the sorrowful, and to remove the sufferings of the injured. - prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam ( peace be upon him)

If you haven't prayed your Salah then please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't

Happy reading

Amira Sultan p.o.v

" I will be what ??" I ask him again, feeling ridiculous .

" You will be the maid of this house " he inches closer to my face , I step back .

" I am your wife , not your servant " I snap feeling anger bubbling inside me .

Don't get angry

Don't get angry 
 

" Do you want him to kill you ?" Nafisa whispered, tugging my elbow with a scared expression .

I look at my loving husband who looks like he is ready to kill me .

Please note the sarcasm.

I gulp ..

" Maid will be fine " I whispered, crossing my arms feeling defeated .

It's not like being a maid is a bad thing , it's a job anyway and I would like to be a maid than be his wife anyway .
 

" Good " he said like a master would say to his dog when he sat on his command .

My nose flared in anger , all these years I tried to control my anger and I swear I thought I did but this man proved me wrong day by day .

 

After he left , Myra approached us wiping her fake tears with an evil smirk .

" Never mess with me " okay that's it my volcano just erupted , I was about take out every hair from her head when Nafisa grab my both hand from behind .

" Leave me " I tried to launch at her .

For a split second flash of fear crossed her face but she covered it soon .

" Tie her up , will be better " flipping her hair , she walks away .

" Calm down Amira , remember getting angry is forbidden " she tried to whisper in my ear but instead of calming down , my anger turned into tears which started flowing from my eyes .

I fell on the floor , it's getting difficult , it's getting so difficult .

Everytime I gathered my courage , Khalid simply shattered it .

My respect , dignity means nothing to him .

The man who was supposed to be made to protect me , is the one breaking me bad .

O Allah please help me ....

I felt two arms wrap around my hug as I cried feeling broken .





 

Khalid Mirza p.o.v

I slam the door open , I rub my forehead to calm myself .

Her teary eyes flashing in front of my eyes again and again ...

I felt two pairs of arms hug me from behind and I wanted to twist her neck in frustration .

I jerk her hand away " Do not repeat this again " I warn pointing my finger toward her .

Myra frown " you saw how she treated me "

" Well you started first " I am running out of patience now .

" Yeah ...... But baby she is just a maid right , you just said , she has no right to talk to me like that " she purr brushing her hand up to my chest I caught it .

" I am warning you last time , if I ever saw you misbehaving with anyone , I will throw you out of this house" I pushed her wrist .

She starred in shocked " you never defended any girl before "

She glared " this is not the first time I misbehave with someone "

She made me toward her " then why her " she seethed out .

" Are you actually considering her as your wife? " There was a mockness in her voice .

I smirk at her audacity to question me " sana cevap vermek için bağlı değilim ( I am not bond to answer you)

I grab her jaw tightly " önümde davransan iyi olur ( but if you do dared to question again)

" It will be the last time you will breathe " and I threw her out of the room .

 

I rub my face in frustration ....

She is right ! Why the hell did I defend her ?





 

Amira Sultan p.o.v

I went to the kitchen , the head of the staff told me what to do .... My department cleans each and every room .

He actually gave serious instructions that if I won't work as a maid then He will be my worst nightmare .

Well he is still not a beautiful dream to me .

Rolling eyes .

I was heartbroken at first but now I made peace with it ... ..

At least being a maid is better than being his wife .

And I won't lose hope because I know there is no such thing as a bad life but yes there are bad days and I will make it to a good one and most importantly I know this is a test after all Allah the exalted says in the Holy Quran "And certainly We shall test you with something of fear; hunger; loss of wealth, lives and fruits (or crops), but give glad tidings to the patient ones." (Quran, 2:155). ...

And being a good Muslim I will trust my lord and try to be patient .

So here I come with Armour to fight this battle . It's better to fight then cry in the corner .

I took a water bucket and a cloth to clean the room .

I put the bucket on the floor , I squinted my eyes looking around the house " where should I start first ..... Where should I start first " I tap my index finger on my cheeks thinking .....

" From Khalid's room " I turned to see Ibrahim ??? came with a smile .

I gave him a wary look didn't he hate me ??

" I know you must heard bad things about me but trust me I am not that bad '' he gave a innocent smile .

" Yeah... I saw it that day , when you lock my room " please note the sarcasm .

His smile faded for a mere second but came back again " any way I just came to tell that clean Khalid room first , he doesn't like dirt even if it's a dot " he informed .

" Khalid ?? You take his name ! " My both eyebrows raised .

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