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

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میں دل ہوں رکوں گا تو مر جاؤں گا
مجھے سکون نہ دے بے قرار رہنے دے۔

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Calmness of the sea felt peaceful as sun shines brightly making the water to sparkle like diamonds residing in there.

The morning sun rays hit her face making her scrunch her face in annoyance not only on the intruding rays but also because of the excruciating pain she felt in her head as if someone is digging nails with hammer. Her head felt like a boulder is placed on it.

With extreme grunting she held her head as nothing made sense to her because of her jumbled thoughts and a drumming pain.

The sheets and bed were sweetly soft making her realize it's not the bed of that hotel room or his house. Then where is she?

Her hairs were open as they covered her back. She slowly touched the loose thing she's wearing and her brows scrunched up. It's not her clothes and by the long sleeves that were practically covering her hands and scent that radiates of the shirt meant only one thing that it's his shirt.

Why is she wearing his shirt?

Her eyes widened as her one leg caressed the other making her realize that her legs were bare, but she's still wearing her panties.

A severe headache racked her head making her want to cry out in pain. Why her head is feeling like a boulder. She slowly sat on the edge with her legs down feeling pain after pain drumming in her head.

Never in her life she felt this type of pain in her head. Allah, please make it go away. She prayed in her head. As the door slowly opened but the girl was too caught up in the pain to know that someone just came in the room.

"Here." A deep voice spoke making her squeal and jump in her place.

"Ya Allah! You want me to have a heart attack?" She grumbled feeling her heart erratic. He just scared the living day lights out of her.

He slowly holds her hand and place aspirin in it as he gave her water. "Eat this you'll feel better." He told her smoothly as she without a question took the tablet and gave him the glass back.

She massaged her temple as she tried to recall yesterday's happenings but nothing came back rather jumbled voices ringed in her head. She only remembers till drinking his juice, and then she couples danced with Sana after that everything is vanished from her memory.

"What h-happened to me?" She asked groggily as she closed her eyes because once again the wave of pain hit her.

She slowly stood up with her hand taking support from the bed's headboard.

A heated pair of gaze was drilling holes in her body as she hesitatingly faced him as in manner of asking what? "I think you should cover your legs." Came his deep manly voice.

Anisah made a confused face for a second and then her eyes widened as she immediately crouched down holding the edges of the shirt as she pulled it down to her knees but the girl didn't realise that first two buttons of the shirt were opened giving an explicit view of her cleavage.

Michael couldn't help but stare at her toned long white creamy legs, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining how beautiful they'll look when they'll wrap around his waist. And then she crouched down to cover her legs only to give him a beautiful view of her cleavage which he so wanted to ravish.

He with much difficulty looked away. Taking out her clothes from her bag. He handed it to the red-faced girl and guided her to the restroom, and she quietly followed without a word with confused mind. He told her about the essentials and closed the door behind him.

Anisah hastily locked the door and did her morning routine. As soon as the water from shower hit her head. The girl relaxed feeling her headache normalizing.

"We meet again princess."

A voice echoed in her mind making her tense. Who was this stranger? Why can't she remember anything?

"You're drunk Habibti."

His soft voice racked in her mind making her feel numb for a second. The juice she thought was his wasn't a plain juice. It was alcohol, that's why it smelled and tasted bitter. Her eyes teared up thinking she has sinned unknowingly, and he was drinking it consciously. How could he? That's why she can't remember anything. Allah knows what she has done in her drunken state.

"Mujhe to laga tha ap bohat chalak insan hain but aj pata laga ap to alag he case hain."
(I thought you were a clever man but today I got to know you're an exceptional case.)

Her own words played in her head making her throat dry all of a sudden. What has she done? How stupid can she get.

"I love you Habibti."

"I'm feeling hot!"

"Tell me to stop Habibti."

"Please what Habibti?"

"P-please d-don't stop."

"You don't know what you're asking for Habibti."

One by one every line started repeating in her head like a movie as her eyes widened and her body started to tremble. What has she done?

She confessed and he confessed as well. He loves her.

Only words lingered in her head but the actions weren't occurring in her memory. She knew she did something wrong.

And why in the world she was wearing his shirt. She didn't remember changing into it then it means he changed her clothes. He saw her naked, she didn't know why she felt like crying. He invaded her privacy. Why he changed her clothes? He could let her sleep in whatever she was wearing.

A gasp escaped her lips as a horrified thought invaded her mind. Has he done that deed with her? No he can't be like that. He's changed. She tried to fight her own conscience.

She can't remember anything more. What have they done? Her legs trembled at the mere thought of that. He shouldn't have done it, when she wasn't in her senses. If he asked, she was willing to give herself to him, but he shouldn't have taken advantage to her drunken state.

She stayed their in shower for the longest of time, trying to recall any action but nothing came back as she slowly dried herself and changed into her clothes.

Getting out of the restroom she never once faced up but felt his presence as he holds her hand making her tense as he guided her to the bed, and she slowly sat down with a bowed head.

Her wet hairs were open, and she her veil hung loosely on her shoulder. "Why?" She spoke softly.

Michael sat on the couch in front of her as he observed her slumped shoulders and a sad face. "W-Why you c-changed my c-clothes?" She asked in a broken voice as tears started forming in her eyes, ready to spill.

"It was necessary at the moment." He stated simply like it's no big deal at all.

"Why n-necessary? These are a-all your e-excuses to justify yourself." She spoke in an accusing voice making him stare at her form intensely.

"You my wife we're being like a wild tigress last night." He spoke with calm calculated voice that gave nothing away other than what he said.

Her lips quivered at his words as her heart dreaded to know what happened. "W-What d-do you m-mean?" She asked hesitatingly with teary eyes.

"I meant what you just hear but just keep in mind it was necessary to clean and change your clothes." He justified himself but the girl wasn't having it.

"W-What c-clean huh?" She asked bit angrily.

"Now don't tell me you wanted to stay clad in your vomit whole night and not to mention you vomited on my chest as well!" He stated with same anger as hers making her eyes widened like they will bulge out of their sockets.

She vomited in front of him! Not only that, she vomited on him! And he saw it all, bear it all.

Now deep down she was glad she woke up in his shirt rather than clad in her own vomit. Just by thinking of it, she felt like vomiting again and the tears that were brimming her eyes started falling like Niagara falls, and she started crying like a child and that to loudly as she falls back on the bed, her legs hanging down, and then she turned on her stomach, she punched the bed twice and sobbed like a child in hiding her face in her arm.

Michael was stunned at her behavior, the way she just fell back with close eyes. For a second he thought she went unconscious, but then she turned and punched the bed, he stifled a chuckle at her tactics and slowly went to sat beside because by now. He knew why she's crying.

Sitting beside her laying body, he slowly caressed her hair aside and softly asked. "Why are you crying Habibti?"

The girl shook her head in negative as she keeps hiding her face down. And the next second he turned her around, but she immediately placed her palms on her face and kept crying.

As if her hands can save her.

"Batao biwi, tumhare kapre change krdia, islia ro rahi ho fikar nhi karo maine apni ankhe band rakhi thi."
(Tell me wife, I've changed your clothes, is that why you're crying? Don't worry I did that with closed eyes.)

He told her truthfully to ease her worry, but she wasn't stopping her sobs but after a minute she spoke up hurriedly.

"No, it's just t-that y-you saw me v-vomiting. *sob*" She started crying loudly again. Michael couldn't stop himself as he started laughing making her cries to die down.

"I'm so s-sorry for v-vomiting o-on you." She mumbled sadly while sniffing.

"Apology accepted." Michael stated chuckling.

"Did y-you...w-we..that..you d-did a-any t-that thing t-to me l-last night?" She mumbled incoherently in a weird questioning manner.

Michael arched his brow as he completely understood what she's asking or trying to know. He slowly removed her hands from her face and hold them firmly in his hands, as she wriggled.

"Even tho you provoked me a lot but nothing like that happened because if it would've, you won't be able to stand." He told her softly but the last part made her eyes to widened and her face to reddened.

She immediately snatched her hands from his and abruptly move to the edge of the bed as she sat their. She slowly placed her rogue strands behind her ear. "Where are we?" She asked softly trying to convert the situation into normalization.

"On our private over water bungalow." He told her softly making her nod unconsciously. On cue her stomach grumbled loudly, and she hesitated to ask him about the food but Michael was already on his feet towards the kitchen.

He has made an almost burnt toast and omelet with utter difficulty as he got a small burn on his hand as well.

Anisah silently ate that, even tho it wasn't that good but the mighty alpha had made it, and she was sure that too for the first time. It warmed her heart as she recalled her confession and on their own accord her cheeks turned red.

'Allah, what he must be thinking?' She thought while munching on the toast.

"Is kitchen fine?" She asked teasingly to clear her embarrassing thoughts and it somehow worked as she got a mischievous reply.

"Are you taunting me biwi? (wife)" He asked in a mused voice and Anisah just shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you remember anything from last night Habibti? He asked her with a hint of seriousness in his calm voice.

Anisah gulped as she nodded her head and with mustering up a lot of courage she repeated her words that she said to him last night.

"M-mujhe shak hai ke m-mujhe a-apse p-pyar hogaya hai."
(I doubt that I've fallen in love with you.)

Michael's eyes widened at her words. Her words were same like last night and now she's confessing it in her sober form. Is this real or he's dreaming? Wait! If she remembers this then she must've remembered what happened between them.

"Or yeh shak, yakeen mai kab badle ga?"
(When this doubt will turn into surety?)

He asked in a mischievous voice making her all coy and red.

"A-Ab apki b-bari."
(N-now your t-turn.)

She spoke in a hesitating, stuttering voice. Michael wanted to chuckle at her innocence, but he controlled himself and mused. "For what?" He asked innocently as if he didn't get what she's implying.

Anisah faced him but then immediately faced down with red cheeks and biting her lower lip, she contemplated what to say.

'Raat ko to bari jaldi keh dia tha, I love you. Ab konsa masla hogaya inhe?"
(At night he was really fast in saying I love you. Now what's his problem?)

She thought all red and fuzzy. "Now it's your turn to confess." She told him without stuttering. Accomplishment! She thought happily as she faced him with muster up courage.

"I don't know what you're talking about Habibti." He spoke as if he's clueless, and he's doing it on purpose to get the reaction out of his love.

"Dramay check karo bas!"
(Check his drama!)

She spoke sarcastically making him to stare at her in shock. "If your not saying then I'm taking my words back. I don't love you at all. Just keep it in mind. Now dance with your ego!" She ranted angrily.

"Aya bara!"
(Egoistic!)

She said that facing him as she made her way Allah knows where because she didn't know the place and, nor she had her cane.

Before she could take two more steps. Her wrist was taken in a firm grip, and she was yanked back colliding with a hard chest. "My! My! Itna gusa! (This much anger!)" He spoke.

The girl just huffed out in response as she tried to wriggle out of his grip. "Okay I will confess." He told her softly, enjoying her irritation.

"Itna rukha sa confession apne pass rakhe Mr. Michael Sheik!"
(Keep such dry confession to your self Mr. Michael Sheikh!)

Anisah spoke angrily with a craned up neck as she faced her beast.

Michael smiled genuinely at her irritation as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her form flushed against his making her gasp. "I love you Mrs. Michael Sheikh." He spoke smoothly just inches away from her face.

The girl freeze in her place for a second as her heart started beating in an abnormal pace and the tips of her ears reddened. But she controlled herself because vengeance is a first priority right now.

"Oh, wow! What a coincidence, I love myself too!" She stated with such sarcasm that he couldn't stop himself from chuckling at her tactics.

"Now say you love me." Michael mused in her ear making her breathing to deepened. His closeness was making her loose control.

"I l-love me." She mumbled as she felt his lips kissing her jaw.

She felt him smirking on her skin and she knew. He's up to something. "Oh, I'll make you confess Habibti." He spoke mischievously as his hold tightened making her toes to touch the ground and his face dipped in the crook of her neck making her breathing to hitch as she felt like electricity hitting her with full force.

"S-Sana!" Anisah spoke loudly with shock in her voice and Michael immediately let her go as he straightened up.

But in seconds his glaring eyes landed on the giggling girl as he growls lowly realizing she just made a fool out of him, and he marched towards her. And the girl was in his arms in no second.

He carried her on his shoulder and the girl was laughing as she punched his back lightly. "Aww big bad alpha got scared." She teased but only to still the next second as he spanked her ass making her stiff.

The next thing he stopped moving and his body became stiff because his pretty little wife just spanked him. Let it be really light but she fucking did it. "Babe! I liked that, do it again." He spoke happily with hint of mischievousness making her made an ewe sound and face.

"You pervert!" She yelled as in next second she felt sunlight hitting her body, and then she felt water touched her toes as he was moving down the stairs, and she panicked.

"W-What are you doing? W-where are you taking m-me?" She started struggling on him like a fish and next thing splash. They both were in water.

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck to stay afloat. "Y-you a-are b-bad." She cried out as she hugged him for her life. "You know w-when I can't s-swim then why y-you torture me like this!" She cried in exaggeration as she clung to him.

"Because I like it when you cling to me like a leech and it can only happen when we are in water." He stated his reasons making her all more angry as she removed her arms from his neck and hold his hair in her small fists as she pulled at it. "You are one ugly m-man!" She yelled making him made an ouch sounds as she was pulling his hair, and then she let go when she was satisfied.

"Gosh woman! I'll cut my hair to inch and you won't be able to perform this barbaric act on me." He told her sternly making her pout.

Even tho the water felt relaxing, but she still felt scared. Michael observed her tense form, and then he moved a bit and carried her to the attached pool on the side which was depth less. As soon as the girl stood on her feet, she called.

"Michael?" Michael replied. "Yes-" But he was cut short as a splash of water landed on his face as he internally mumbled.

'Not again!'

In few seconds they both were flashing water on each other like kids who got in the pool for very first time. Their laughter and splashing echoed in the empty area.

"For the hundredth time I'm saying I can make it." Anisah mumbled while giggling but Michael just glared at her and then fully concentrated on his work.

Currently a joyful Anisah is sitting on a kitchen slab whereas her lovely entertaining husband is making dinner for both of them that to for the very first time in life.

The cook on the YouTube video was going ahead of him, and he was still stuck in cutting vegetables.

"Can I help?" She asked again feeling his frustration.

"Just keep quiet woman." He grumbled making Anisah to giggle at his frustration.

"Okay I'm quiet but don't make me eat something inedible." She mumbled in amusement and playfulness making him snicker.

"Wait and watch woman, you'll lick your fingers dry." Michael stated with full confidence making Anisah to giggle.

According to his words the food was delicious. Anisah couldn't help but moan at the yummy taste. He had made a prawn dish with spaghetti, tomato etc, etc and Wallah it's delicious. The girl literally licked her fingers after finishing the bowl completely.

"That was the best food of my life. You should cook daily for me." She mumbled with pure seriousness in her voice as licked her fingers.

"I told you, it'll be tasty but babe I'm not your cook." He mumbled the last part as he grinned at her form who was still wiping the bowl clean.

"Want more?" He asked making her pout. "I'd love to but my stomach can't." She mumbled softly with a pout making him chuckle at her.

He placed the dishes in the wash basin as he went to drink water from refrigerator. Anisah started washing the dishes.

She was engrossed in her work when she felt large arms wrapping around her waist and stomach, and she breathed in deeply. Her hairs were tied in a bun giving beautiful excess to him for all the assaults.

He softly kissed the back of her neck, and she felt the sensations that hit her body. His soft warm lips trailed kisses all over her neck to the point where her shoulders and neck meet.

His kisses became needier and sloppier making her arch her back as a soft moan escaped her lips. That was it. He turned her around and closed the tap with his free hand.

He pecked her lips softly, and then he smashed his on her soft cherry ones. He licked her bottom lip for entrance, but she didn't allow so in no seconds his hands went under her hips, and he pulled her up. The girl gasped and on instinct wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He used it as an advantage as his tongue devoured her mouth deeply. He started moving towards the room not breaking the kiss at all, and he groaned in satisfaction when her tongue caressed his, and she started responding shyly making his beast all wild.

He closed the door with his foot as he lowered the girl softly on the bed and their kiss broke.

Anisah panted heavily as she leaned on her elbows. Michael removed his shirt immediately as his muscles flexed. Tossing his shirt away he crawled like lion towards his innocent prey who was all flustered.

Holding her chin in his fingers he moved closer to her face as his breath fanned her lips and girl involuntary moved forward for the warmth of his lips making him smirk as he fulfilled her unspoken arms plea.

The kiss was deep, passionate and demanding as they panted but Michael didn't stop. His lips landed on her jaw and then trailed down her neck. His kisses became wetter and sloppier making the girl to pant.

She wasn't struggling, neither she was stopping him.

His large hand landed on her chest as he squeezed her left bosom and the girl jolted in her place and her hands shot up to his shoulders. A whimpering moan escaped her lips when he squeezed it again.

He slowly made the girl sit. Even tho he knows she is willing, but he still wanted to know. "Habibti?" He called in his deep raspy voice. "Can I?" He asked softly touching her shirt and the girl didn't utter a word facing down with red tomato face but after few seconds she nodded. It was so light that it could've missed.

"Are you sure Habibti? I'm a beast and you're a doll. As much as I try to be gentle but it will still be rough for you." He told her softly because he wanted her to give herself with complete willing knowing of the consequences.

Anisah still nodded her head. She didn't know what her body is feeling but her heart is drumming in her ear, and she feel exciting sensations. She didn't want to back down. If not now, then tomorrow or day after tomorrow it'll happen so why not today.

"I-I l-love you M-Michael." She mumbled softly and that was it as removed her shirt in one go and toss it away. And in no second her trousers also lay on the floor. The girl gasped as she coyly tried to cover herself but Michael hold her wrist on rather side of her head.

"Don't hide from me babe." He husked as he eyed her maroon colored bra and panties, complementing her snow-white skin.

His face dipped in the valley of her cleavage as he kissed her there and then gave a deep kiss on her belly button making her squirm badly.

"So fucking responsive." He rasped as his hand went behind her, and he unclipped her bra and in next second it was on the floor. The girl immediately covered her bosoms, but he didn't let her as in next second her panties was also on the floor.

The girl gasped out loud as she tried to cover her intimate parts but Michael wasn't having it as he held her wrists on either side of her head and kissed her deeply.

They both panted as he moved away from her and immediately removed his trousers but let his boxers on.

He stared at the voluptuous beauty that laid on his bed. Perfectly thick at all right places and perfectly thin as well. She had a perfect doll like figure. Her red flushed face. Panting, swelled lips, heaving chest, messed hair. Fuck! She's looking exquisite.

"You look so beautiful Habibti!" He husked as he hovered over her frail body. His lips landed directly on her pink bud. As he sucked and then nibbled at it. Earning a throaty moan from her.

His hand went to his desired heaven as he caressed it slightly with his fingers to find it soaking wet as the girl jolted so badly.

"Fucking beautiful!" He growled as his fingers started caressing her nether region as the girl started whimpering and trembling at those sensations that rocked her body.

His hand came up as he squeezed her other bosom making her jolt and his lips kept on sucking the other.

Her hands were fisting his hair as her eyes were closed, and she was panting heavily.

He stopped as he faced her. "I'm going to make you mine Habibti. Mine!" He told her in her ear as he nibbled at it. Making her nod in haze.

"You're mine to ravish and mine to cherish!" He said the deep words that sealed that night in pure bliss.

The stars that beamed in happiness at the sight got there eyes covered by the clouds that smirked mischievously at the hidden stars as moon shines bright speaking the story of love as its tranquil light reached everywhere. The waves crashed with the rocks, dancing in joy as the boats were sailed to the depths of life as two souls intertwined.

The younger members of the wind blushed as they twirl around the leaves making them rustle in serene. The elder members of the wind stared flabbergasted at their younger ones as they tried to cover their eyes blushing like roses of heavens.

The night moved slowly . The moonlight illuminating the dark room as the breeze hustle around. Washing across the shores with a warning of dark nights but want to cherish the moment a little longer.

Their breaths intertwined as their bodies collided sending sparks through every vein as the sky to was drowned in the blush of red.

That night they became two bodies one soul.