Find her

If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

Happy reading...

Third person p.o.v

The living room is dimly lit as the sound of a key turning in the front door lock can be heard. The door slowly opens, revealing the exhausted but determined face of Aamal .She steps inside, exhausted yet her eyes gleaming with a newfound strength. Her FAMILY, including her uncle, Aunty, and her brother , rush to her side, their faces filled with both relief and worry.

" I'm home... I'm finally home." Her

voice quivering.

" Oh, my daughter! We thought we had lost you forever." Aamal aunty hugged me with teary eyes .

Her uncle pulling her into a tight embrace"

We've been searching for you everywhere. We never gave up hope"

Amira, unable to contain her emotions, rushes forward and clings to her legs.

" You're back, big sis! I missed you so much!" She sobbed.

Aamal kneeling down, hugging her sister"

I missed you too, my little warrior. I promise I'll never leave you again "

Tears stream down Animal's face as she looks around the room, her gaze lingering on everything and cherished memories.

" I couldn't bear to lose all this. Not after everything that happened." She whispered

Her eyes went to Ibrahim who couldn't even hold her gaze and went inside his room.

" Don't worry he will be fine. '' Aamal 's aunt stroked her hair gently .

Aamal p.o.v

As I turn the rusty key in the lock, the door creaks open, revealing a room cloaked in darkness. Stepping inside, memories surge forth, flooding my senses with a potent mix of nostalgia and pain. This was once my sanctuary, a haven where I sought solace amidst a stormy world.

Moonlight seeps through the tattered curtains, casting ethereal patterns across the worn wooden floor. Dust particles dance lazily in the air, as if performing a forgotten ritual, whilst shadows play hide-and-seek amongst the furniture. It feels as though time has paused here, waiting patiently for my return.

I gingerly trace my fingers along the wallpaper, tracing the faded floral patterns that served as an illusion of happiness during my childhood. Though worn and torn, they stand as silent witness to my struggles, echoing the battles fought and the victories won. The walls may have held secrets, but they also bear witness to my transformation from victim to warrior.

There, in the corner, stands the dilapidated bookshelf that once held worlds within its pages. Their pages fluttered like butterfly wings, whisking me away from this cruel reality into realms where heroes vanquished darkness and dreams were not yet snatched away. Reaching forward, I brush away the layers of grime, revealing titles that once ignited my imagination.

I move towards the r bed, tracing the edges of the tears that stain the fabric. Those nights, filled with despair and the constant fear of what lay beyond my childhood haven, and yet the same bed that cradled my dreams of freedom. I close my eyes, savouring the tangible reminder of the strength that allowed me to defy the clutches of the mafia.

And as I stand here, basking in the bittersweet embrace of this room that holds my past, I am reminded of the journey taken, the blood spilled, and the  sacrifices, leading to this moment of liberation. No longer a victim, I am the heroine of my own narrative, breathing in the freedom that once seemed only a distant dream.

A month later ….

Third person p.o.v

Aamal enters her house, visibly exhausted and emotionally drained. Her normally vibrant demeanour is replaced by a ghostly shadow of her former self. She glances around the room, which suddenly feels unfamiliar and cold.

As Aamal makes her way through the living room, an array of newspaper headlines catches her eye. They are filled with sensationalised gossip about her stay in the mafia house. The front pages scream words like "Traitor," "Criminal," and "Mafia Moll."

" No, this can't be true." Aamal cried .

Aamal picks up one of the newspapers and reads the false stories surrounding her time with the mafia. Memories of her harrowing experience resurface, and tears well up in her eyes. She crumples the newspaper in her hands and throws it angrily across the room.

" Who could have spread such lies? How did they even find out?" She cried out trembling .

Just then, the sound of hushed whispers and murmurs reaches Animal's ears. She glances out the window and sees her neighbours gathered in a group across the street, staring at her house with disdain. Their eyes meet briefly, and the judgement is palpable.

" They believe those lies. They think I'm a criminal." She whispered to herself .

A knock on the door interrupts the animal's thought process. She wipes her tears away and musters the strength to answer it. Standing before her is Farhan, her childhood friend, who looks genuinely concerned.

" Aamal, are you alright? I heard what happened and I came as soon as I could " Farhan saeed .

Aamal forces a brave smile, trying to mask her pain.

Aamal  stoically said " I'll be fine, Farhan. It's just... difficult to face all this gossip and judgement"

Farhan stood up angrily " You don't deserve any of this, Aamal. The town is quick to judge, and rumours spread like wildfire. But I know you, and I know your character. Don't let them break you "

eyes fill with gratitude, as she realises that not everyone believes the rumours.

" Thank you, Farhan. It means a lot to have someone who believes in me "

Aamal p.o.v

Farhan and I used to go to the same school where I fell in love with him but never met a friend thinking he just thought of me as a friend or sister . I always kept my distance because of my growing feelings for him. We even drifted apart and never talked to each other but after gossip spread like fire in the town about me , he came and stood like a rock with me and my family . Those times when I was in Mafia clutches the only thought came inside my mind that I may never be able to tell him how much I am in love with him .

The opulent mansion stands tall, the epitome of power and wealth. The sound of expensive cars pulling in can be heard as Haider, a formidable and ruthless mafia leader, steps out. His face is etched with a combination of anger and concern.

As Haider reaches the entrance of the mansion, his men line up neatly, awaiting his arrival. But his eyes swept across the empty space where Aamal, the maid he secretly loved, used to stand. Confusion floods his mind, quickly turning into rage.

" Where is Aamal? " his voice booming across the mansion.

The men avert their eyes, avoiding Haider's gaze. They know better than to anger their notorious boss.

" I asked you a question! Answer or face dire consequences!" He gritted furiously

One of the men, Zoiab, steps forward, his voice trembling with fear.

" Devil Aamal… she  left, sir."

Haider's anger intensifies, and he clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.

" Left? Without my permission? Why wasn't I informed? How dare she disregard my orders? " He said snarling

Zoiab stutters as he tries to explain the situation, his voice barely audible amidst Haider's raging voice.

" She completed punishment for a year and according to our rule , we freed her ." He spoke wincing yet confused at his behaviour; it never happened before , he never asked about any other maid.

Haider's piercing gaze falls upon Zoiab and grabs his collar gritted teeth.

" How dare you let her go without my permission " he growls like an animal for a moment everyone trembles in their own place .

" I had no idea about your intention sir " he jerked him away .

Who does she think she is? The audacity to defy me? I loved her, and she just...left!

The men remain silent, understanding the depth of Haider's anger but dare not further provoke him.

" Find her! Bring her back to me, I don't care! No one leaves without my permission! "

The men nod, their fear apparent as they hurriedly disperse, each assigned a task to track down Aamal

Haider, seemingly haunted by the loss and betrayal, slams his fist against the elegant marble table, sending vases and glasses crashing down. He breathes heavily, trying to regain composure, but anger still consumes him.

He whispered menacingly " Aamal you will learn that no one defines me. No one gets away. Revenge will be mine "

Haider's dark eyes reflect the pain and anger that brew inside him, and for now, the mansion stands as a silent witness to his wrath.

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Trouble for Aamal ???

What do you think Haider will do now ??