Forcefully Yours (Mafia Love Story) New Version

4| I Make Promises

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Anaabiya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as restlessness gnawed at her. She turned onto one side, then the other, but sleep remained a distant stranger. Her mind was a battlefield, thoughts clashing violently, leaving her exhausted yet wide awake.

A part of her ached to confide in Nabiha—her only sister, her only family. But she knew it was pointless. The bond between them was fragile, stretched thin by years of indifference. While Anaabiya wrestled with her torment, Nabiha slept peacefully in the single bed beside hers, oblivious to the storm raging in her sister's heart.

But Anaabiya had made up her mind. She was not going to the Subway tomorrow. No matter how much his message had unsettled her, she refused to be a pawn in his twisted game. She wouldn't let him believe he had power over her. Syed Humza Junaid could threaten, intimidate, even rage—but she would not bend. She was not his puppet, not someone he could summon at his convenience.

Anaabiya couldn't help but wonder—why her?

She had seen the way women looked at him that night—women that were stunning, elegant, the kind who could grace the covers of magazines. They had practically worshipped him, their eyes filled with longing, their smiles designed to captivate.

And yet, he had agreed to marry her.

A man like Humza had no shortage of options. He could have had anyone he wanted. So why would he settle for someone like her? What could he possibly gain from marrying her?

He definitely had an ulterior motive. Hatred for him bloomed within her, sharp and unrelenting. Yet, beneath the surface, fear coiled like a serpent, whispering that she was being reckless. She was daring a man who did not take disobedience lightly, a man who could crush her with a mere flick of his hand. But even knowing this, she refused to yield.

A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, soaking into the pillow. All her dreams were unraveling. The dream of finding a man who would cherish her, a love that would heal the wounds of her past. She had spent years clinging to that hope, but now, reality was forcing her to let go. There was no knight in shining armour. There never was.

When sleep finally came, it was fleeting. By the time exhaustion finally won, the call for Fajr had already filled the air. She forced herself to rise, her body heavy with fatigue, and offered her salah with a weary heart. An hour of restless sleep followed before she had to get ready for school, exhaustion pressing down on her like an iron weight.

She deliberately stayed late at work, stretching every task longer than necessary, using it as a shield to avoid him. Every time her phone buzzed, a shiver ran down her spine, dreading the moment his name would appear on the screen. Every time the staff room door creaked, her breath hitched, fearing he would walk in—calm, lethal, and unforgiving.

Through it all, Ahad remained by her side, steadfast and unwavering. He waited with her long past the working hours, never once letting her face the uncertainty alone.

Today, it wasn't much. But it was enough.

As the clock struck 6 PM, Anaabiya finally exhaled a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. Nothing she had feared had come to pass. No ominous calls. No sudden, terrifying appearance of Humza. No storm crashing through her carefully built defences.

For the first time that day, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, she had won this battle.

"I think we can go back now," she said, glancing at Ahad.