Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) π
Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down.
He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes.
"Understood?"
"Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks.
"Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered.
She only pleaded him with her eyes. She was FINISHED!
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Amara notice the rebellious posture of her daughter but before she could say anything she squeezed her hand, indicating to her that it's not the right place. Zahra immediately got the signal and internally calmed herself to say anything.
"Mein yaha par kisi ka sukoon barbaad krney na hi pehlay aaye thi mein buss yaha madad ki talash mn aaye hu," Amarra said softly yet confidently.
(Neither did I come to destroy someone's peace before nor now, I just came here to seek help)
"Is your husband dead that you came here for help?" He mocked.
After listening to his words, Zahra hardly controls her tears. She tried to emotionally shut down herself after her father's death but whenever his topic was brought up her emotions couldn't seem to get in control. And right now, she was trying her best to keep control of her feelings.
"Yes, he died two days ago," Amarra told with a sharp edge at the end of her sentence implying she was close to crying. But Zahra consoled her by squeezing her hands.
"What?" Haider who stood close to the door asked in total bewilderment.
"Yes, his blood pressure shot up which...which caused a heart attack" she replied without looking towards him.
"Why didn't you inform us?" Haider asked in complete shock.
"To keep his will. His last words were not to inform his father of his death" she said looking down.
Haider's throat clogged and before tears could escape he immediately left the room, his mind couldn't digest the fact his younger brother is no more.
And now both of them were left alone with the old man, who put up a facade of looking unaffected from the news of his son's death. Zahra saw this in his eyes. He was deeply saddened by the news of his son's death but maintained a calm composure outside.
"He was dead to me long ago and if you're here to inform us of his death, then you've done so, the door is there, you may leave" He coldly stated.
"We have nowhere to go, I am left alone with my daughter."
"Did your husband make you live on streets that you've nowhere to go?"
"We were in a debt and that we couldn't pay back so those people took our house,"
"Whatever, I don't care. Leave my house, right now!"
"I need a place to live. Please let us live here!"
"Let you live here?" He sarcastically questioned.
"Yes, please. I have no place to go" Her voice was small and shaky.
"The answer is a big fat no. You may get out now" he calmly told.
"Where would I go all alone with my daughter? Please let us live here!" her voice desperate.
"Do you think I care? Go wherever you want to but not here!"
"Please!! have mercy where would I go along with my daughter. I have no place to go!" Amara begged.
Zahra's eyes were already spilling tears out seeing her mother begging. She was broken witnessing her mother so helpless and vulnerable.
"If you're playing an emotional card by bringing your daughter here, then you know that I disowned my son now you both are not related to me in any way"
"Mama we should go," Zahra spoke, she couldn't bear this anymore. But Amara ignored it.
"Please let us live here, we're left alone in this world. Please I beg you to give us some space in your haveli" Amara's eyes were now filled with tears.
She was doing all this for her daughter. Where could she probably go? On the streets? She cannot let her daughter live on the streets. No. Never. The only option is to beg him to give her a place to live.
"Please,"
"I'll let you live here only if you agree to my one condition" he suddenly spoke.
Amara's eyes sparkled. She now had a hope that there are some changes to living under a roof. She knows how much a cunning and manipulative man Shabbir Murtaza Syed is, but in this situation where he is her last hope, she had no choice but to agree whatever he says.
"I'll do as you say," she told.
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