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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- Author: Laila Ali
- Serie: Β«Mafia seriesΒ»
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Asim was one of my father's colleagues and at first, he appeared out to be a friend. In those days baba was trying hard to earn money so he could construct a house for us. Yet, he got in a debt of 1 million which he asked from Asim. Baba trusted him, he gave the impression of being a very pious man and a good person, but it was all a facade. Asim made my father sign some documents in which it was claimed that my father had taken a debt of 20 million from a man called, Yawar. And after making him sign those documents, he gave us 1 million and took the rest of 19 million and ran away.
My father didn't realize it until that day, when some goons were sent to our house, demanding their money back. Which was a huge amount of 20 million. They were the mafia's men and they threatened us not to go for the police else they'll kill me. Baba didn't want to take any chance on my life so he did what they said. All the documents had my father's name, his hands were tied.
They continuously pressurized my father. He was completely bound. He worked hard like a maniac day and night only to pay back the money which he didn't even get. He kept telling them how Asim made him sign the documents but they never believed him instead they threatened him.
That snake, Asim framed my papa and he was depressed and anxious to a level that it caused the heart attack. I was enraged and helpless tears streaked down my eyes because I couldn't help my father. That Asim was a devil, may Allah curse him. I could not believe my ears when my mother told me the whole story.
I have been torn apart after listening to all of this. I was shocked but what I felt the most was rage, infuriation. I could not help my father in any way. This guilt was clutching my heart. I do not know what my father has been through and that's all because of that Asim.
Oh Allah, does this inhumanity exist in this world? Is this the actual face of the world? Unsympathetic, insensitive, and merciless?
There is no will left inside me to live anymore but I have to do it for my mother because now she is the one all I have.
I am being strong for her and she is being strong for me. However, we have to survive, we desperately need a roof at our head, and this haveli is the last option to be our shelter.
The haveli was huge, posh, and gigantic. Its exterior was so breathtakingly beautiful, I wonder what would its interior be like? I felt out of place because our house was nothing compared to it. It was so small and not so beautiful but still, I loved my home.
We were getting closer to the large metal gates and a weird feeling inside was creeping me. My subconscious kept telling me something bad is going to happen to me, I had no idea about it.
We stood right in front of the gates. A lot of security guards were at duty. All of them had handguns resting on the holster on their waist and snipers as well hanging on their shoulders. They all were bulky men, had a well-built body and bulging muscles.
There was a small office kind of cabin near the gates, where a man was seated. On noticing us, he opened the window of that cabin and asked us,
"Why are you here Madam?"
"Ask Mr. Haider Shabbir that Ammara Mujtaba is here," my mom replied, asking for my uncle.
He instantly called someone and after the call ended he nodded his head to us and signaled the guards on the gate to let us in.
"You may go in,"
"Thankyou"
With that the large doors opened, the metal clanking against each other.
And we entered inside.
Little did I know it was going to be a pit of hell for me.
Little did I know these gates were my prison bars.
And little did I know I was going to be caged here.
Forever!
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