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

Chapter 19

“When we repair our relationship with Allah, He repairs everything else for us.”

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

Happy reading 

Author p.o.v 

Khalid woke up with a bad headache , groaning , he opened his eyes and the first person he saw was none other than Amira , the girl he despised the most, sleeping peacefully leaning on the bed headboard while his head was on her lap .

His eyes widen , realisation hits him like a ton of bricks , he moves away from her in lightning speed like her touch will burn him .

" Argh '' he held his head between his two hands as pain shot up inside his head badly .

Hearing his groan , Amira woke up lazily rubbing her eyes .

" Owe " she felt pain shoot up in her back .

" What the hell are you doing here " 

" In my bed " Khalid snarls, getting ignited . 

Lowering her eyes , she hissed in pain " wow you are such a grateful man " even in pain , she didn't leave a chance to taunt him .

AMIRA SULTAN p.o.v

What an ungrateful man , I spent the whole night sleeping in such an uncomfortable position and he doesn't even have courtesy to say at least you know Thank you I guess .

" Answer my damn questions " Khalid took a threatening step .

" Why the hell I was sleeping in your lap " he gritted out .

He doesn't remember a single thing last night .

" This is a reason you shouldn't drink , you lost your precious hours because you drank alcohol " I gave him a disappointed look .

" Shut up ! I am no need to hear your lecture " 

" You know what , just get out " Khalid pointed at the door still giving me death glare .

I gasp " I wish , I would have left you rot in cold last night " 

" Froze you mean " he sounds bored .

" Whatever " I stuck my tongue out before stomping my feet walking away .











 

" Assalamualaikum " I heard Sayra greet me in her childish voice .

" Walekum Assalam " I kneel down with a bright smile , seeing her always makes my day .

" I want pancakes " she twirls her curly hair .

" You want pancakes ! " I ask for a surprise .

" Then  let's get you one " I picked her up , she giggled .

" What are y-" Ibrahim came with an angry face like always .

" Ahhh… the apple of my eye is here " I said in a high pitched voice . 

He frown " stay away from my sister " 

Sayra and I glanced at each other then she shook her head cutely .

I look at annoyed Ibrahim " sorry dude , she is mine now " I intentionally make a face to annoy him more .

" You are evil " he muttered looking down .

" Aww thanks for the compliment " I batted my eyes which made him angrier .

No wonder he is Khalid nephew 

 

I made Sayra sit on the counter , while Ibrahim sat on the table throwing daggers in my way. I smiled secretly. I love how he is so ready to protect his siblings all the time , like a true big brother .
 

I wish I had one but then I remembered I have Allah s.w.t who always protects no matter what .

" Yeah… it's ready " Sayra raised her both hands in the air when I served pancakes on the plate .

Picking her up in my arm , I slid one plate toward Ibrahim while I made Sayra sit on my lap to make her eat .

" I don't want it " he pushed the plate grumpily .

" O . O. Ibrahim, did you forget what Nani said? Sayra spoke, making me look between them curious .

" What? " he said, annoyed.

" Allah s.w.t doesn't like people who disrespect food " with those wise words she made me stuff another spoon of pancakes .

To tell the truth I was surprised ….

Awwe my good girl … I just love her .

I glance at Ibrahim who looks at the food debating inside his head whether to eat or not .

Finally giving up , he dragged the plate toward him .

Taking a bite , I waited for his reaction .

His face turns into surprise as unknown emotion swirls on his face .

" It's just like " he whispered .

" Ammi " Sayra completed his sentence 


















 

Since the day I heard that Khalid's mother was alive , I became quite curious about it . I wanted to know where her mother was . I haven't seen her after getting married and asking Khalid about it would be the last option .
 

" Assalamualaikum what are you cooking?" I entered the kitchen to  see Rabiya Aunty cooking something .

" Guess " she said in a teasing tone .

My lip curls into a smile " Biryani" I clasp my hand happily .

" Yes you are right " she sprinkled more salt on the potato .

Biting my lips , my curious mind encourage me to ask " umm Aunty can I ask you something '' 

Absent-minded she nodded .

" Where do I mean Khalid's mother " I said, each word slowly scared of her reaction .

She stopped mixing the vegetables , and looked my way .

Then she smiled nervously " why are you asking all of a sudden " she tried to dodge my question .

" Khalid said his mother hates him …. Is she alive ?" I couldn't help but ask .

" Amira " she turn her full attention toward me .

" It's not my place to say and to say the truth please drop this topic of Khalid, hear you then " her voice faded with a creasing forehead .

" Sweetheart just don't talk about his mother please " 

" It's a request " hearing her plea I realised the matter is more serious than I thought .

Nodding my head I drop the topic .



 

I roam in this huge house getting bored .

Everybody is doing their respective work , everyone is busy and here I am roaming like a ghost .

I saw Khalid in front of the entrance spacing from here and there holding his phone  .

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