HIS AMORE

Chapter 3

Do listen to the song PLEASE (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Author's pov

With much difficulty, Inaya got up somehow, her abdomen hurted badly due to a harsh kick blown by her step sister.

Ignoring all her pains she rushed towards her father, who was helplessly looking at her, having tears in his eyes, why shouldn't he shed tears? At the end of Day he was the one who married that woman. Inaya remembered that day when her mother died out of the blue. She was found near the stairs on the ground floor. That day changed everything for that girl. Inaya was her father's princess, she was spoiled by her parents but that never turned her into a bratty kid. She was disciplined, she knew her boundaries. Well, that was her life before her mother left her all alone to fight for herself. Inayas father was at one of the good positions in the gang which at present belonged to Her step uncle. She had always a thought in her mind which she never expressed before anyone, not that there was anyone to listen. Inaya has a strong belief that her mother was pushed down the stairs and it was murder not an accident and her prime suspect was her step mother and uncle. She has enough evidence to prove that. her Uncle compelled her father to marry his widow sister just after  a month of her mother's death. And just after that unfortunate marriage, within a year her father got bedridden with some unknown disease, he couldn't breathe properly at all, nor could he use his legs. The Only thing which was still working was his left arm and then her step uncle took his place and he became the bread earner.

"Don't worry Abbu, I will save you. We both will get out of here, safe and sound, I promise'' 

She tried her best to pick him up but the latter did something unthinkable.

'' I am sorry for everything. You don't deserve a pathetic father like me. ''

He said and all of sudden grabbed a knife stuck into an apple inside the fruit basket making Inaya scream as red stains of blood splashed over her face.

He stabbed his neck. Inaya felt everything around her getting blurred, she felt utter disgust as she wiped off the blood with her hands and screamed her lungs out as she fell back on the ground.

That poor girl kept on screaming like a maniac until there was no sound coming out of her vocal cord. The next thing  she knew was she felt all she  ate traveling up to her mouth and then she puked right there on the floor.

Inayas head was spinning rapidly, right there on the bed laid her father's dead body and it was feeling impossible to sit there for another second for her, so she started to run, She ran out with a blank mind. There was nothing going on in her brain. She felt something ringing in her ears as she ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was heading to,  she didn't know what was going on around her. All the gunshots, all the people creating chaos and all the dead people she was stepping on  in her way made the situation worsen. She felt like someone threw her in hell, everyone was dead and to her shock she even encountered the women behind her misery, the dead step mom, her dead daughter and her uncle on the way but that didn't stop her for once. She didn't have time to grief over those murderers, she thought, she had always hated them but never had enough courage to stand up infront of them. That was not an option, that would have been a stupid act. She smiled as she wiped her tears thanking God that he punished the people who destroyed her life. Yes, if it wouldn't have been the fact that they were attacked, at this hour she would have been with that Iqbal with whom her uncle fixed her marriage just for his personal gains and that would have ruined her life completely.

She didn't know where she was heading to, she didn't know if she would make it and get out of here safely to see the next day, all she could think of was every priceless moment she had on this earth. That eighteen years old girl  had seen the worst, she had faced numerous hardships in her life. Her happy days ended long ago, if there was something left that was only grief and sorrow. She was leading a pathetic life but even in this PATHETIC life she had few things to recall before she leaves her body. All the memorable moments with her parents when everything was fine and good, all the meet ups with her village friend, Sana, everything played like a film in front of her eyes.

But what she didn't notice  was  she miraculously dodged a few of the bullets shot towards her. And that was simply a sign of God. God had plans for her. They say that someone somewhere is made for you, and he's your soulmate. Maybe today was the day that will change the life of this naive soul. Maybe today is the day when her miseries will end.

They say, life is an echo, whatever you give comes back to you. Inaya never did any wrong to anyone but still got nothing but pain throughout her life so maybe now was the time for good things to enter her life.

If you want a rainbow you need to put up with the rain at first and this was the golden hour for Inaya when the fresh rays of sun were ready to enter her life. The time when she would finally meet that person who will turn down the world for her, the person who would die or kill for her, the person who will change her life for forever, the person who will be her knight in shining armor. Arsenio De Luca he was. Inayas Devil charming.

Unknown to everything two souls were getting closer to each other second by second like two magnets attracting each other. Both were under the same roof.

One was running to save her dear life. Another one was marching to finish every ounce of life he encountered.

And then the time stopped as the two souls just clashed with each other.

Inaya was standing just opposite to Aresenio who had a machine gun in his one hand and another hand held the dead body of Iqbal.

Both of their eyes met. Arsenio left his gun and threw the body down on the floor as he stared at her trembling figure from a distance.

Today a new story unleashed itself. The love story of Aresenio and his Inaya, His heartbeat, His Amore.