Shaheer Sheikh, a 38 years old man. The mafia king of underworld. People shake in their knees just by listening his name. He is ruthless, cold hearted. One thing about him that the world knows that he is possessive of things that are his. Extremely...
Ameera has recovered after that day. Shaheer didn't stay back from being physical with her. But thankfully Ameera's situation doesn't worsen anymore. There wasn't one single night he didn't have sex with her.
She is frowning looking at the wardrobe. Shaheer has bought clothes that he thinks are suitable for his wife. His taste... isn't bad. All are gowns, skirts, kurta, sweaters, pants match her taste as well. She looks distastefully at the undergarment sections and avoids the nightgowns.
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Getting ready after shower, Ameera goes out of the room. Six maids are waiting outside the door.
"What?" Ameera becomes confused.
"Madam, we are to follow you everywhere. Sir's orders," they bow.
Ameera nods. After her marriage with him a month ago, this is the first time she has stepped outside his room. She still can't process the fact she is in this state even before 18. She turned 17 a few months ago only.
"Madam, you cannot step in that wing,"
"Why?" Ameera turns.
Maids look at each other. Two third of this mansion is emptied completely. Except female maids and with permission Jatin noone else is allowed there. Shaheer doesn't want even the shadow of Ameera to fall on someone else's.
"Males are there ..." they answer.
Ameera nods turning her step. It's depressing...this place...every corner here ...
"Where's he?" Ameera asks.
Maids look at each other, "Sir...is out...he said he will be back before lunch..."
Ameera roams around and finds a library. She finds Marzia there as well.
"Isn't our mistress becoming more radiant each day?" Marzia greets her with a charming smile.
"I am not your mistress. I will be discarded after his lust is satisfied," Ameera sits down.
Marzia's eyes softens, "If it was only lust, he wouldn't have married you. He wouldn't have made enemy of two third of the business world."
Ameera looks at her confused.
"Shaheer hated marriage, commitments and...." Marzia stops and changes the subject, "You seem to be doing rather well."
Ameera notices her change but doesn't pick it. She has no interest to know about Shaheer, his likes or dislikes anyway.
"Well .... I thought the past month... There's no use of me denying, protesting this reality of mine. Ameera Mustafa Ali is no more. In the eyes of world and society Ameera Shaheer Sheikh lives now. And ...even if I kill myself ....I will die with this identity...."
Marzia holds Ameera's hands. Looking at Ameera scared.
"Please!" Marzia pleads, "Don't say that.... don't even think about that..."
