Married to Mr. Mafia by Nusrat Jahan (books to read this summer txt) 📕

Difficult road leads to a beautiful destination …..

Third person p.o.v

" Khalid woke up !" Maryam yelled, picking up shattered clothes from the floor .

" Khalid I swear by Allah I am going to throw water on you " Maryam threatened .

" Umm.. '' his voice again faded in deep sleep .

" It's time for fajr , wake up " she shouted .

" Just -" he showed 5 finger which mean 5 minutes 

Maryam took a deep breath , she went downstairs, took a chilled water bottle from the fridge , and went back upstairs again .

" Woah… ammi .. what the -'' Khalid jerk up straight ..

" AMMI !" Khalid wiped his face, his clothes are soaked in water now .

" It's chilled, " he gasped dramatically .

" And hell fire is hot " His mother snapped .

'' Get up, do wudu and pray, " she ordered .

Khalid was annoyed , removing the blanket irritated by his mother's behaviour " you cannot force someone to pray '' he muttered angrily .

His mother was about to go outside but stopped at the doorway " remember when I used to force you to go school ??" 

" Yeah so " 

" You don't complain now, " his mother asked .

" Yeah… because that's for my future , you didn't want me to fail in life " Khalid replied not realising why his mother was asking questions about childhood .

" Yeah son , and now I am forcing you because I don't want you to fail in the afterlife " her reply made him stunned .

" Just like you are realising why I forced you to go school , one day you will realise why I forced you to pray " with which he walked away .

Khalid became silent , understanding his mother's words yet something inside him kept whispering otherwise .

Only if he knew that was shaitan ….




 

" Assalamualaikum ( may peace be upon you) " Rabiya entered with something in her hand .

" Walekum Assalam aunty " Sayra greeted her by getting up from her stool .

" Ahh… " Sayra gasp " again you made something for me " she got excited like a child .

Before she could reach it Rabiya moved the dish away " it's not for you " her face fell .

" Yes , because it's for me " they heard Khalid's voice from the stairs .

Who had an arrogant smile on his face , teasing her sister " Rabiya Aunty made this for me " he put hand around her shoulder jokingly while Sayra scowl his way .

Rabiya removed his hand effortlessly with one push by her shoulder .

" Neither it's for you nor for you " she looked at Khalid then Sayra .

They both glanced at each other then shrugged " then for who " they said in union .

" For me " 7 year old Ibrahim ran past her mother then hugged Rabiya .

" Yes it's for my prince " Rabiya hugged little Ibrahim kissing his cheek .

" But what is it? " Khalid tried to peep but Rabiya slapped his hand .

" Ow ' he rubbed the place where she hit .

" It's a chocolate cupcake for my cutie " she took off the cover and there it was a delicious cupcake making Khalid and Sayra's mouth watery .

Ibrahim devoured one of the cup cakes …. Making Sayra and Khalid's mouth hang .

Since childhood it's Sayra and Khalid's rights , she only makes dessert for them only .

" So it means you don't love us anymore, " Khalid dramatically said, pretending to look hurt .

" I never knew I was replaceable " Sayra covered her mouth fake crying .

" Straight up karma " 16 year old Nafisa sang from the door.

'' Excuse me, " Khalid narrowed his eyes .

" You are already excused " she stood beside Ibrahim who was eating without any care for the world .

" This is straight up your karma '' she pointed her index finger between Khalid and Sayra who just exchanged looks .

" And how is that? " Sayra crossed her arm .

" Well…. With the start you replace me and Ibrahim replaced you '' she smiled with satisfaction tilling her head .

" Ohh you guys so dramatic " Ibrahim finished her food with a sigh getting up , he looked at all the elders with a disappointed look .

" Grow up guys " he raised his arm then dropped shaking his head and walked away .

Everyone look at each other then burst into laughter











 

" You guys are doing a fab job Osman " Khalid drinks his coffee .

" Damn the job , I am having nightmares now " Osman leaned on his chair , while the bell ding indicating some new customer came .

" Why ?" Khalid stopped his coffee mid way , his eyes captured someone .

" You know those girls , there faces there-" Osman's voice faded for Khalid as he kept staring at the girl who was taking orders from the new customer .

" Dude " Osman clicked his finger in front of him, catching his attention .

" Where are you looking ?" Osman looks behind where Khalid is looking .

" She is one of the victims " Osman recognizes her .

" You want to talk to her, '' his words got Khalid off guard .

" What ? No !" He looked down at his coffee like it was the most interesting thing .

" Liar, " Osman said with a smirk .

'' Go be a man , talk to her, " Osman encouraged him .

" No ! Ammi said , we should not talk to a non Mehram it's a sin " Khalid didn't meet his eyes feeling stupid .

After seconds of silence Osman burst into laughter… 

" What are you, a five -year -old kid? " he laughed , turning red in shame .

" I am not asking you to make her your girlfriend , just ask her about well being and be her friend, that's it " he shrugged casually .