Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (red seas under red skies txt) 📕

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She was sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table in white and golden dress while dubbatta was placed on the bed. The windows ,with golden curtains beside the dressing table, were enlightening the whole room including her face which was still without make up, with the moonlight .There was a full moon which illuminated the whole room. Her milky white skin of face was gleaming under  its shine and her honey brown locks were scattered around her face .

She was lost seeing herself in the mirror missing her parents as she was getting married tonight with a man who came in her life like a villan and made it hell. Tears weren't coming in her eyes as she was exhausted crying again and again as she never cried this much in her life  and she didn't want that artist to see her crying. She came after a while with her cosmetics and started applying on her. She was just sitting still as she didn't know anything about makeup so she let her do everything she wanted to do with her face .

After few hours she was ready . She stood up with her white dubbatta on her head , hairs were in a bun from which some naughty flicks were hanging out kissing her cheeks and some long ones which were let out loose by the artist were kissing her neck. She wear the light diamond jewellery who Eliff brought her and started putting her heels on.

She composed her posture and took a deep breath before going out of the room. Eliff was already standing outside. She held her hand so that she could help her descending the stairs. When she was mid stairs ,she lifted her head up and was taken aback by so many people in the hall turning their heads to her increasing her heart as she wasn't used to this much attention .

The hall was decorated with white and light golden flowers and a stage was built at one side of  the hall for the bride and groom . Waiters were running here and there for serving guests.

She got agitated,seeing these elite class people in the hall diverting all their attentions to her. She looked down again as Eliff squeezed her hand to comfort her .

When she reached the last step , she saw a calloused hand in front of her she lifted her head to see who it was , finding her husband-to-be in black and white tuxedo ,as usual . She mentally scoffed seeing him in his usual outfit on their wedding day but sighed remembering it was not a wedding but a contract in which she had to suffer all her life his wrath.

She looked at him who was seeing her with an impassive look. His eyes were, as usual , cold and were piercing through her soul.  She always shuddered under his gaze whenever he stared at her like this .

 She dragged her hand in his as Eliff nudged her from side with her elbow as everyone's eyes were on them . Her hand was looking so tiny and fragile in his rough large ones . It send a chilling sensation all over her body when her hand came in contact with his. He tightened the hold on her hand and put it on his elbow and lead her down the aisle going towards the dais . She was breathing heavily while walking beside him due to their close proximity . He sat her up on the chair when Amna handed her the bouquet of white flowers to which she smiled at her. Amna put on the red veil on her head to cover her face and Abaan sat beside her. The Imam came and started their nikkah to which Abaan said yes . After that he asked Fatima and as a consequence tears started gathering in her eyes .

"I..I  d..do" she choked on her words . Then signatures were taken from them on the nikkah contract on which she signed with trembling hands .

Everything is over now. I am all his . No one came to save me . How will I endure his wrath and pain alone? Please God help me . Give me strength , give me strength so that I can subside this pain in my heart without my parents who are all I had in my life . Give me strength so that I can make some soft corner in his heart for me. She thought with tears brimming in her eyes.

After the nikkah ,Eliff said to him to take off her veil from her face as it was a ritual to which he sighed and turned his direction towards her causing her breath to hitch . He lifted his hand to grab the veil but stopped .

"No need for this " with that he placed his hands back where they were before. Her heart sank hearing this from him realizing that he didn't want to see her but composed herself as she remembered her promise with herself not to cry more and would try to change his heart for her .

He went away as his phone started ringing . Eliff came beside her and said" Don't worry . I told you he is not that cruel he isn't what you think he is . He wore a  horrendous mask of cruelness after his parents died . But with your care and love he can let the real Abaan inside him to come out. Just be patient and deal with him with love and care this is all he wants"

" I will try my best to make this relationship work if you are with me all the time" she gave her a reassuring smile .

" I am always with you"

" And me too" came the excited voice of Amna beside her.

" Listen Fatima when you will throw this bouquet then make sure that it will fall in my direction ok . " Amna said and Eliff and Fatima laughed at her .

" You want to marry at this young age"  She asked pinching her cheeks while laughing.

" It's not only for marriage it's for fall in love too " she said with a pout . She laughed at her cuteness.