Regretting The Revenge (Mafia Love Story)

1| A Niqabi In Manhattan

A Niqabi In Manhattan

Hello lovely people! Sorry about the delay. My sister was not well and i actually wrote and published this while i am in the hospital. Alhamdulillah my sister is better now. She might even get discharged tomorrow ☺

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"when do you think is the established time for you to get married or for you to even start seeing someone?" Ahmed finally set aside his folk and gaped at his son with an odd expression. The air in the room was suddenly charged with tautness.

Zaamin's face remained a devoid of any emotion while he continued to devour the contents of his plate. He would never reply back to his father gratingly. Nobody knew what was going on within for he was never the one to express. He remained a mystery to almost everyone.

"Zaamin I am talking to you." his father scowled. Zaamin finally paused and looked at his father. He heaved a sigh of dejection before finally replying. "Baba now is not the right time. In sha ALLAH when the time is right I'll find someone." his words only outraged Ahmed all the more. "leave." Ahmed snarled and the few servants present in the hall scattered away promptly. He glunched at his son who despite being aware of his father's spleen continued to remain calm and collected. Maybe that's what provoked Ahmed all the more.

"I am done with you Zaamin. I am sick of hearing the same thing again and again. You can't wait for her. It's time you give up. Move on." his father threw his hand out in exasperation and aggravation. Within seconds the whole demeanor of Zaamin changed. His radiant and incandescent blue eyes darkened like storm clouds right before Lightening hits. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably then tightened his hold on the folk that he had been holding. His other hand had been fisted tightly too and His jaws were set in a straight line. She was somewhat an untouchable topic for everyone. Nobody even dared to mention her name infront of him. Not even his best friend Barzaan.

Swallowing his anger he looked at his black Tissot watch. It was 12.30 AM.

"Rhidaan are you done? You are going to miss your flight." Zaamin called for his brother who was apparently getting late for his flight. His half brother was a spoilt one. Rhidaan had finally convinced everyone and was going on a world tour. According to him after this final tour he would join business. He was a notorious kid ever since Zaamin could remember and an even bigger Casanova.

Ahmed kept on staring at his son. He was worried for Zaamin. "I am going to find you a girl." he said adamantly. His abyss like deep eyes were daring Zaamin to challenge him.

Zaamin opened his mouth to answer but then shrugged it off immediately.  Just then Rhidaan entered. "bhai lets go, I am done." he was busy putting on his rose gold watch that he didn't acknowledge the heated conversation going on in between his father and brother.

Rhidaan then hugged his father and kissed him on his forehead. Even though Rhidaan was not Zaamin's own brother, he loved and respected him no less. To him he was just like a father.

Without another word Zaamin rose from his seat and took an about turn. He tossed his car keys And caught it with his other hand as he exited his house.

The guards at the door greeted Zaamin and he nodded his head without any hint of emotions. He unlocked his car door. His white Audi A6 was still shining in the dark as if it was brand new.