Shall be my witness

chap27p2

ASMA POV

The atmosphere became tense and dripped of anger and shock and something else. My mother fell on the sofa,as if her legs gave out,my father and emana ran towards her, my father's eyes softened but there was still darkness in them, i have never seen my father helpless but i have seen him helpless when it came to my mother,his wife. There was never a day where i saw my father upsetting my mother. I wanted a love like theirs but now i don't think that's possible.

My father wrapped a hand around her, i could hear my mother sobbing, wait, what, sobbing! She is sobbing, crying, my mother never cried until it was too much to handle. Imarched towards her and kneeled on the ground next to her, i took her hand into mine, i hated it when she cried, she has been through too much, she don't deserve sadness, or anything that was related to it, i have seen her cry before in my childhood, not many times but enough, and i hate the fact that i am helpless when it comes to comforting her, i was never good at comforting, i was brutal, ruthless and honest.

Seeing her cry, my own eyes burned with unshed tears. "I am sorry mama" my sencire voice was there but i was trying my best to not cry and make myself a mess. People think i am invincible but i know better than anyone that i am not invincible. I am nothing but flesh and bones if it wasn't for my Rab to make me a human.

My mother eyes watered again and she cried again but with controlled sobs, she cupped my face and touched her forehead with mine. After few minutes she finally pulled back, the warmth feeling faded away and i was consumed by coldness. "No Ashi,no.i am sorry that as a mother i couldn't understand you better, you had to hide the fact about being in love and that's not good, that really really not good you had to hide a thing that shouldn't be hiden, love is so beautiful Ashi, you didn't have to hide it.
Ashi i am so sorry, when did you grow up Ashi, so understanding and so.so.so.beautiful inside out." Her eyes were so sincere,so innocent,so beautiful, there was a reason why my father fell for her, it was her innocence, her light that attracted my father's darkness towards her.

"Mama it not you-" i said something but was cut off by my mother's words before i could say mine. "No Ashi, no, you don't have tobe understanding anymore, be selfish Ashi, please be selfish, i am going to make sure you are going tobe with the person you love and since you already had nikah with him then only ruhkseti is left and walimaa.so love i will prepare a date with your future-in-laws for ruhkseti." Her eyes determined and i was controlling mine to not let out the horror in my eyes, a person can master every emotion fully but not the art of controlling emotions in the eyes fully.and i have the art of everything except the art of fully controlling my eyes emotions.

My father's eyes raged then softened and then again raged, darkened to the point of sending shivers down my spine, a previous mafia king sending shivers down my spine,a Mafia queen. "I will not let that brat take my Ashi, my princess away from me, my Ashi is too precious tobe with him, and she is too young tobe tied in a marriage" my father's voice is mixed with anger, reasoning and desperate, he was looking at my mother for a response for his favor but she sighed and cupped my father's "Omar,look at me in my eyes do you really want to separate someone or be in their way to get their love, and especially your own daughter" my mother looked at her husband and said with all the seriousness and determination in her voice and eyes, but i don't like that determination in her eyes or voice as i know its not in my favor, because once Miss Omera khan sets her mind on one thing she will do it by hook or by crook, she is stubborn as a bull, and i took after her.

My mind was screaming at me to tell them what's happening but the thought of lossing someone again makes me want to skin my own skin. I know i should talk to them, i know i should, but whenever i want to talk about it my own throat squeezes and as if thorns are wrapped around neck. I hate. "But hayati, he is a mafia" my train of overthinking was cut off by my father aka previous mafia king, he said it so innocently like he was a monk that prayed in sherine for hundered years but that's not true, is it, my mother coaked an eyebrow at his utter innocence "omar you are also a mafia" my mother said daring her husband to defy. "Bu-" my father was cut of by my mother "omar let Ashi go, its time,it was fated the day you held her for the very first time,its time to let go" my father eyes softened looking at my mother's, he was letting her words consum him and i craved that kind of reaction from my love, a deep ache bloomed in my chest and erupted through my body, I love my family.

my father looked at me and hugged me, my father loved me, he knew what i went through and what i gave up for what i am now,he hugged me now and then, he said a woman need reassurance and i hate to admit that but its true, but this hug, this hug is different,as if he losened his grip even for a little bit i will vanish, i wanted to erupt, i wanted to cry rivers, i hate this feelings, i hate it.

my father is a dominant, ruthless man, he is tough but fair, he is overprotective , possessive and damn well of genius. but he is a helpless, desperate, foolish and hopeful man for his family and i have never been luckier.

"Fine, i will allow him to take my daughter's hand but" my father said but a devilish smirk appeared on his face, my mother didn't noticed but i can never forget that look, whenever that look appeared on his face, bodies disappeared.

"but when ever i see him i will make sure that i will beat him to pulp" he said with all the enthusiasm i thought he wasn't capable of, but he continued, "he.has.to.prove.that.he.is.capable.of.you.even.if.it.costs.him.his.life" he put pressure on each and every word in his sentence, he looked lika a man possessed, god helps a certain someone who crosses him when he wants people to cross him

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