The hijabi's Mafia

Chapter 11

Author's pov:

Liam was looking at Fatima while she was sobbing loudly. He didn't realise his heart melted a little looking at the helpless figure in his hands. He remembered his mother was as helpless as her when she was in his father's hands. His heart ache looking at her .

She was making him crazy. Liam never show mercy to anyone he never felt pity for anyone .
Especially for girls on bed. But why her? She's no different from them. So why he can't see her crying?

Liam was filled with mix feelings. Before coming here he decided to make Fatima's life a living hell. But looking at her face.......he just can't.

After getting too frustrated he left Fatima with a jerk and move towards bed. He laid on bed facing towards ceiling and covered his face with his hands before getting into a slumber deep sleep.

While Fatima clutched her dress trying to cover herself and sat down, bought her legs towards her chest with her head on legs. She was still sobbing but silently. Right now she was a crying mess.

Ya rab! Please help me what am I supposed to do now ?

After a while she slept, it was a long and tiring day for her. Liam woke up at 4am . He was in his hangover phase. He tried to recall last night activities, but was too tired to think bout it . He look here and there in search of Fatima and found her curled up in the corner like a ball who was slightly trembling due to cold.

He went towards her and sighed looking at her petite figure. He carried her in bridal style and made her lay on the bed. He covered her with duvet up till her neck in order to cover her body which can be clearly seen through her torn clothes. He watched her for a while with a blank expression before leaving the room.

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Fatima's pov:

I woke up with a knock on door and sat on bed trying to recall everything.

Wait!

As far as I can remember I was crying at the corner but how did I end up sleeping on the bed? What if Liam...? No way! Definitely a no! Why would he care aren't I'm just a slu... Astagfirullah! What the heck I was about to say?

My trance of thought broke when there was a knock again. I stood and covered my self with duvet. Why? Did you forget he was about to rape me?and..... whatever I went to open the door.

There was a lady if I wasn't wrong in her thirties wearing a uniform. She was smiling at me.

Lady: " Good morning Mam! I'm Alicia working as a maid here."
Said with a sweet smile.

Fatima: "Hmm."
What? I know that's rude but they were the one who kidnapped me and force me to marry that...that.....that......Ugh! never mind!

I'm not good at cussing!!

Lady: " Mam these are the dress sir have asked us to bring for you. Right now we can buy these only since we were not aware about your likes and dislikes."

She brought three to four bags with her inside the room. And then turn towards me.

Lady: "After dressing up please come down for breakfast."
Said in calm voice.

Fatima: "okay...(she was about to go) and...(she  stopped and turned around) um....Thank you."
I said looking down cause I was feeling bad for misbehaving. She smiled at me and then went out.

I went inside the bath and OMG!!!!!!

LIAM'S BATHROOM:)

What the.........???

I can't believe it. Am I still In a dream. If yes imma not going to wake up. I pinch myself in an attempt to make sure that this is a real world. I walked and took a warm shower. And Aaah.... I moaned when the warm water hit my body. I can still feel slight pain on my shoulders and there were still red marks due to Liam's hold.

Why don't I call him Mr. Liam?? Ofc he don't deserve to be!!

After taking shower I went to the closets and again OMG............

LIAM'S CLOSET:)

I can't believe it AGAIN!!!! Is he even real??
Huh???????

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