Regretting The Revenge (Mafia Love Story)

3| Lack Of Enmity

Lack Of Enmity

Lubna's POV

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I gawk at my own reflection in the mirror again, wondering how astonishingly things had changed. I wasn't sure whether i should be buoyant or panic at the sudden change of situations or should I say position. "what is it with you and mirrors?" my roommate and best friend Laiba heckled my thoughts while smearing some concealer to disguise the huge bags under her eyes.

"nothing." I shrugged while applying gloss to my full lips. "C'mmon girl today is your day. This treat is for you. Plus, doesn't it excite you that Haadi is coming too." she simpered wickedly and I just roll my eyes out in aggravation.

"I. DON'T. LIKE. HIM Laiba." I press on to each word so that the message is lucid.

"doesn't matter. He likes you. That's what matters. Anyway, I am done." she stated while putting everything back in her small make up box.

Laiba and I were childhood cronies and Haadi was my classmate. My father Shahzil Ameen had shifted to Manhattan soon after he got married to my mother. Within a span of short time his business had burgeoned and prospered. The so called business owned by Mr Zaamin Bashar Ameen belonged to my father. My uncle was into mafia business. Although I would accept it that my father's business was more flourished now than ever. 

We visited Oman only once in summer break when I was 9. Uncle Hakeem had said that my father and my uncle, Ahmed weren't in talking terms. Ahmed had convinced baba to visit Oman with his family in summers. My father and my uncle had a fight and we had to leave for home earlier than planned. Soon after we had gone back to Manhattan, my parents were slaughtered to death. Zaamin and his family had shifted to Manhattan capturing everything that righteously belonged to me and my family.

Laiba was the daughter of our cook who was murdered the night my parents died as well. She adored and treasured me like her own sister. I had thought that I lost her that night as well, but Uncle Hakeem had surprised me when he informed me that I'de be living with her in Manhattan.

If there was any person who knew me in and out, it had to be her.

"are you seriously gonna wear that to a seven star hotel?" she enquired as her black orbs scanned my outfit. "what's wrong in wearing a plain black hoody and a jeans?" I scowled. The thing was I didn't want to wear any dress or sheath-like clothes when i was with my friends, not that I had many friends. It was just Laiba, Haadi and his friend Steve. I was desperate to wear my abaya but I had stern orders from uncle Hakeem to abandon my abaya until the task was done and I had to oblige. He was my family, perhaps my only family. He had more adept than me and so I would always abide by his decisions.

"look at me. I am so dressed up. As if I am the one who got a promotion today. Now Please go and change." she bleated while slumping back on the bed and if I didn't knew her better, I'de think that she might start mewling just any moment.

Oh wait! you must be pondering, what promotion is she talking about?

Well let's go back to what happened a few hours back..