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

" Wear this and come downstairs " she slammed something on my hand .

It looks like some uniform type of dress .

" What is this ?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

" It's a maid uniform , wear it and come downstairs " she was about to turn " help the rest of the servant in the dinner " 

" Sorry " I stop her " Khalid prohibited me from coming in the dinner tonight " I gave her back the dress with a smirk " and by the way I won't wear this " 

She started for a few seconds then dropped the cloth on the floor rudely " it's Khalid order " with that she turned on her heels walking away .

I pick up the dress slowly then close the door behind me .

" But ? He himself said " I couldn't help but feel confused .

" I don't mind working with other servant in the dinner, no work is small for me but -'' I sat on the edge of the bed .

" He said I cannot come in the dinner and now " I sigh .

" Maybe he changed his mind " I shrugged my shoulders .

I stared at the dress throwing it away " I will wear my Abaya work doesn't need dress code , it's time for work " _______________________________________

 

Khalid Mirza p.o.v

" Good job Osman " I sip my drink while observing everything in front of me .

Osman did a good job arranging the dinner for our exclusive client at such a short notice .

" Wow … is that really you ?" He chuckled with a mischievous look in his eyes .

I frown " what do you mean " 

" Nothing " he shrugged " never heard of you compliment me before" 

" By the way I have done great job earlier too " he add " just saying " 

" By the way , where is Amira " the moment he took his name I felt my blood boil in anger , I clench my jaw trying my best not to show that his stupid crush on my wife effecting me .

When did you accept her as your wife, my subconscious mocked me .

I didn't reply to his nonsense , I walked away attending our special guest , whom the dinner I held .

" Welcome Mrs Gabriella " I extended my hand .

" Nice party Mr. Mirza '' she shakes my hand , her eyes take my body .

I mentally rolled my eyes at her behaviour. She must be in her late 40s wearing a sea green gown .  No one can tell her age by her appearance, she is married and older than me yet giving me a seductive look .

Her husband came with a huge grin on his face " Khalid… Khalid… Khalid  looked dashing as always " he gave a brief hug . Being in his 70's , he has really old white hair covering his scalp while his stomach looks like a giant ball . No wonder his women desiring me

I cleared my throat " Thank you Anderson it's good to see you " I nodded .

" I am so happy that we will work together now " Gabrielle snake her hand around her husband's arm while giving me a seductive look .

" We will Rock the business world " Mr. Anderson raises his voice way too cheerfully .

I narrowed my eyes " is he drunk? " I questioned Gabrielle .

She looked slightly embarrassed " oh no… you know him right just excited " she patted her chest smiling but it looked forced .

" Anyway please come inside " with a small smile I lead them inside .

Everyone was doing their chores to serve my guest in the best way. Just then I saw Amira came with a glass of water wearing loose Abaya . Even though she was covered fully , her face was visible to us this time . I guess , she saw the age of Mr. Anderson .

I clench my jaw lowering my eyebrows .... at her direction .
 

WHAT THE HELL !!!  Her audacity to cut my word.

" Excuse us " smiling through while baring my teeth 

I grab her arm , her innocent hazel eyes widen , I drag her away from the guest who gave her judging look , I took her to the kitchen .

" Ouch " she whimpered as I pushed her harsly .

" Didn't I warn you not to come downstairs? " I gritted glaring at her .

Amira p.o.v

" But you told me to-" before I could defend myself he grabbed my arm harsly .

" How dare you go against my order " the way he glared made my soul shiver in fear .

" Devi- no I mean Khalid I am doing what you -" 

" JUST SHUT UP !" he slammed his hand on the wall near my head and I whimpered, bowing my head .

I felt hot tears burn my eyes as his flaming eyes stared at me with tight lips .

" What is going on here ?" we both looked at Osman who gave us a confused look but the moment his eyes landed on me , he quickly came to my side .

" Amira what happened, why are you crying "  

I shook my head wiping the tears " nothing I was just -" my eyes met the Khalid who was still fuming in anger .

" Move " he ordered Osman who stood in front of me protectively .

" I . Said . Move " Khalid took a step forward in a challenging way .

Osman looked down, moving away, poor him .. 

A burning in rage Khalid came closer , I can smell his cologne I kept looking down avoiding his eyes  " If you mess up anything in this dinner I swear tesoro you will see the worst side of mine "

I look up " this isn't your worst side? " before I could stop my mouth the word flew out .

I covered my mouth , Osman looked stunned and Khalid looked like smoke was about to come out from his ear.

I was just asking genuinely. I mean if this is not worse then what the hell is this politeness???

He pointed finger " mark my word any mistake I will show you hell today understand " 

He slammed his fist on the table " UNDERSTAND " I flinched at the pitch of his voice .

" Yes … yes " I blink back tears .

" Ana are you okay " Osman ask as soon as he left the room.

" It's not my fault , I was just doing what he asked me too " I sob, covering my face with my hands crying

 " Shsh… it's okay don't cry " he looked at me helplessly .

" Amira " 

" Hm… " I wipe my tears .

" Please don't cry '' unknown emotions swirl in his eyes which I didn't understand . Maybe he sympathizes with me .