Bahadur (Watties 2022)

Chapter 3

I'm either going to upload every 2 days or just Saturday and Sunday. Above is Inaya's everyday scarf style.

ENJOY BABIEESSSSSSS.

Aziz Mathloobs house is the largest one even though it's still small. One of the invaders took me to his house on command of the devil.

The man isn't allowed to leave me alone because I'm a flight risk, I do agree.

With hurried movements I changed all the bedsheets and dusted the home, there wasn't much to do since Mava Aziz always keeps everything clean.

"Is everyone going to be safe?" I asked tiredly turning to the armed man behind me. His facial expression stayed unreadable.

"It depends, boss will be here in an hour he wants dinner"

After I finished making a massive pot of biryani I set up the table outside. The only way I can get out of this situation without putting anyone in danger is by figuring out who's involved and notifying the government, this can't be legal.

I wonder why the Russians are involved, Hasan Khan found the oil 2 weeks ago, he left telling everyone he's got a job in the city but I knew it was something shady. Did he go and tell the Russians?

The night after Arham was seen oily in the water Hasan was there all night. I knew there was obviously oil there but I told dad to tell everyone to keep it on wraps for now. It has to be Hasan.

Indians have been wanting to take over Kashmir for around 60 years but have always failed, how has a Russian force come in without being murdered. I spotted them and I studied Psychology for A levels. The Pakistani government has to be in on it.

There is no way the Russians just got in on their own.

"Serve he's here" leaving my boggling thoughts there I grabbed the tray of rice and took it outside towards the table where he's sat. 

I can't help but feel pure rage towards him. He's sitting so comfortably in someone else's house, on someone else's land which he's forcefully snatched.

Placing the tray in front of him I was about to get back to the kitchen when he spoke.

" Inaya" he called monotonously. 

"Yes?" I couldn't help but sound frustrated.

" I expect you to prepare dinner for my men, there's 60" why don't I shine your damn shoes whilst I'm at it!

"What about the villagers"

"What about them" he spoke carelessly like they aren't damn humans. Stuffing my fury deep down I cleared my throat.

"Can I prepare food for them too"

"They eat what I give them"

"Can you stop being so selfish, they are going to be hungry " I begged, gosh since when have I become such a beggar. Vladimir dropped his spoon and leaned into the cheap plastic chair.

"What did you just call me" he growled angrily

"Selfish, that's what you are" I'll surely regret saying that. The plastic chair tumbled along the tiles, The devil stood tall, fury radiating from his body.

"Do you not know who I am" he spat clenching his fists by his sides, are you dumb? Stupid? Or dumb HUH?

"A selfish man who has invaded my land" I seethed, I'm not one to stay quiet and maybe that's a bad thing. Vladimir pushed the plastic table out of his way and stalked towards me, our bodies are only inches away.

"What's the definition of invasion?" he questioned with a clenched jaw.

"What your doing"

"We're not the army, we're the Mafia detka. Now stay in your damn place before I brutally murder everyone in front of you"

My confidence dissipated rather quickly, the threat did not sound empty at all. I took a step back.

He turned away from me and sat back down on the chair. I can't stand him, the audacity this man has is sickening.

He began eating the food whilst keeping his gaze locked on me, for Gods sakes, LOOK AWAY!

I hate being stared at, it makes me severely self-conscious about my appearance. I can't help but start remembering all my flaws. 

"What are you doing here" escaped my lips subconsciously, shit. Vladimir looked up from his plate blankly.

" isn't it fucking obvious, we want the oil" he spoke, they were going to kill my whole village for oil? Is this really how greedy some people are. 

The plastic chair scraped across the tiles as he got up.

"So can I make food for them?" please say yes, I begged in my head. I don't know what these men are going to feed them, from the hate they've shown I believe it'd be something haram.

Not like it's unknown for this to happen. 

"You're digging an inescapable hole for yourself, I'm going to love to see you crumble" he seethed, taking a confident step forward. 

"I don't crumble" I mumbled, Vladimir glanced my way again, a small smirk taking over his lips.

Inhaling a deep breath I pushed my anxiety aside, I will beat this man. Inescapable my asshole.

"Am I done here, can I go serve the villagers?" I asked blankly, I will not be showing emotion to this disgraceful human being. 

He flicked his wrist in a go motion, thank God.
" 3rd field over"

Speed walking towards the kitchen once there I covered the pot of rice, this is going to be hard. Squatting low I grabbed the heavy pot, my body tensed as I lifted it towards my head. With a lot of struggle, I managed to settle the large pot on top of my scarf. 

Managing to stabilise the pot I gently stood up, I haven't carried anything on my head for so long it feels weird. 

"Follow her"