Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (historical books to read .TXT) 📕

That day was the worst day of her life. Her aunt had beaten her with belt so much that her back was bleeding and not only that. The woman starved the girl in her storeroom for two consecutive days.

From than on wards her life had gotten worst. Her aunt would find small mistakes to punish the girl and once when unintentionally the girl burned her aunt's shirt while ironing. The woman brutally burned the girl's hand with the same iron.

She knows she can't runaway from them and she had to get away from Jameel for the time being when her aunt is at work.

The girl used to go to the near by mosque for Jummah (Friday) prayers. There she asked for a job, any job without even a pay was acceptable for her just to get away from Jameel. The people were kind enough as they gave her a job as a teacher. She has her own period where she thought good ethics and Islamic deeds to the children.

In this way when her aunt goes to work the girl come here in the mosque and will reach home when her aunt comes back. First her aunt was against it, but the girl gave the few amount of money she received to her. Only that's why her aunt allowed her to do that work which she was thankful to Allah and every month she gave her income to her aunt.

Now as the girl had turned nineteen her aunt who is an old traditional woman would everyday curse the girl's fate saying. No one is going to ask for the hand of a 'blind ugly bitch like you' Girls get married at the age of seventeen and eighteen and here you are nineteen and a cursed burden on our head. These were her words everyday.

Abrupt opening of the door had her tensing as she immediately stood up feeling her heart in her throat. Expecting the worst but the girl slightly relaxed hearing her aunt's sharp voice.

"Eh! Anisah!" The girl flinched at the woman's tone as she came forward standing in front of the girl, whose head was bowed down in tension.

"Wake up early tomorrow. There's a man whom I know very well, has asked your hand in marriage. He will be coming tomorrow to see you. So just make your ugly self look presentable." Her aunt Shazia spat at the girl's face venomously as she left the storeroom with a loud thud of the closing door.

Anisah felt bitter tears forming in her eyes as she controlled her building sobs. That night she prayed and prayed to Almighty Allah to save her from this hell. To send an angel to protect her from these people.

The girl dozed of on the praying mat seeing her parents face she whispered.

"Your Anisah is fading."

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