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Faiza -The Mafia's Angel too will be posted today.
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Humnava mere, tu hai toh meri saans chale Bata de kaise mai jiyunga tere bina
Mia's POV
Viaan had gone out from last few hours, and this house is eerily silent from then. And I wouldn't be more thankful for this stillness for the first time since he entered my life.
But somewhere I feel the absence taunting too. But I would never admit him. Not to him ever.
It's just maybe because I got habitat of him during this period of time. Nothing else.
His house is just like him—calm, clean and peaceful. While mine was just a four walls decorated beautifully like a golden cage. I'm feeling good here, but I'll never admit infront of him.
Because no matter what he is doing now, he had already done a lot of damage to me in the past. I have lived my life in shadows, fearing from where that masked man would come and haunt me.
Though he never met me, but his fear was instilled in mind like a hovering cloud which never left my side until he revealed himself.
Sighing at my chain of thoughts, I got up walking to the kitchen. It's again clean and tidy like someone had been here doing all this like it's the last mission of their life. But I never saw even one staff working here.
Not atleast in the mornings.
And at nights—I don't know what had changed but I'm no more insomniac . I'm able to sleep contently like I never had a problem in sleeping. Like I'm being guarded properly so I could sleep well.
I still don't know how. And just maybe I don't even want to know.
As I entered the kitchen, the food were already made, served and covered. And all of this is done by him. How do I know? I saw him doing it.
And even then I ignored and left him do it all by himself. And he did not even for himself but for me—specially for me.
But I didn't ask him to do that. He is doing by himself. And I ate everyday. Not because I was lazy to make or order anything else. Not because he made it. But because I didn't wanted the food to go in vain. He knew it
I already told him to stop doing this, but he never did. So it became a routine for us. Him cooking and doing all works and me just enjoying this privileges.
And it would be a lie if I told that I'm not enjoying this special treatment.
All my life I had no one to take care of me, this is the first time I'm getting attention except my father. Serving the food in plate, I sat on the dinning table devouring it.
