Bahadur (Watties 2022)

Chapter 19

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I stood silently in front of him with no retorts, no anger and nothing to say.

Vladimir was about to say something when his gaze dropped to my breasts, mine did too. A large wet patch formed on my kameez, quickly placing my hand over it I attempted to leave but he pulled me back to him.

My chest hit his harshly.

" boss president Maxim needs to speak to you" Ivanov Interrupted us luckily, a sign of relief escaped my lips. Vladimir growled before striding to the door.

Ivanov handed him the phone which he took forcefully.

"da mister Maxim" he's actually speaking to the president of Russia. (Yes Mr Maxim)

" ya slyshal" his body tensed at the words he heard on the other end.
(I heard)

" Mne vse ravno, ya poluchayu grebanoye maslo" he growled angrily, ya Allah how is he speaking like that. ( I couldn't care less, I'm getting the fucking oil)

"ya zastavlyu eto rabotat'"
(I will make it work)

Vladimir threw the phone to the ground in seething rage, my body unintentionally flinched at his movements.

" get them all up, I want diggers on in 30 minutes"

Ivanov hurriedly ran of to wake everybody up again leaving me alone with the beast. I was unable to move, frozen in the same spot he left me.

He turned, anger still prominent on his features.

"Sit on the bed"

I don't know if it was that I was afraid he'd hurt me but I quickly sat down.

Vladimir kneeled on the ground and lifted my feet up, blood dripping from them as he examined it.

He pulled something out from under the bed, a packet of bandages and cleaning equipment.

I couldn't say a single word as he used a cotton pad to clean the wound.

Vladimir added some sort of alcohol to the pad before placing it back on my feet, oh God.
"Ah it hurts" I whined trying to pull away.

" it's meant to detka" he pressed harder, wincing in pain I attempted to pull my feet away again but he kept them in a tight grip.

After 5 minutes of wincing and silent tears he placed my feet back on the ground.

He stood up but leaned towards me, his arms trapping me onto the bed.

"Make breakfast" he spoke stoically before pushing away from me. A breath of relief escaped my lips.

" what about the baby?" I asked, I can't leave her alone.

"I don't fucking care"

"What's going on" my tone went from confused to soft within seconds, the worry taking over. Vladimir ignored me and headed towards the bathroom.

" tell me what's happening! Are we all going to die" I questioned.

" if you ask me one more question you'll all die right now, get the fuck out of here"

His eyes held nothing but promise, he'll do it. Quickly leaving the room I headed to the living room where Ivanov placed the baby. She was wrapped in a blanket placed in between pillows.

Picking her up gently I headed towards the kitchen. What am I supposed to do.

How do I get everyone out of this.

We're officially done for, deep down I believed Vladimir wouldn't really kill us all, I don't know why but I believed it. Now I know he doesn't care, we're nothing to him.

Have we ever been anything to anyone. We're a mere speck of dust compared to the rest of the world and they treat us like that.

I don't get it. We're human beings we deserve care but apparently we don't, they act as if weather we lived or died it'd make no difference.

I'm guessing Vladimir's conversation with president Maxim wasn't good, if he's making everyone start work now it must be so he can leave quicker, leave us to die.

Gently placing the baby on a blanket I began to cook, ensuring I kept an eye on her at all times.

I don't even know her name. Her parents probably thought about her name for a while, they probably were so excited to have a baby. Then they were taken away from her like that, she doesn't have parents anymore because of selfish people.

The food was finally done when she woke up again, her screeching cries echoed through the small room. She needs to be fed again.

Picking her up I left the food there and headed towards the home, it'll only take 5 minutes.

I spotted Ivanov on guard by the main door.

" I'm going to feed her"

He glanced around the courtyard before nodding, definitely checking weather Vladimir was near.

Locking the room door I took a seat on the bed and lifted my kameez, her lips immediately latched onto my breast, the pain. Gosh how do mothers do this. Maybe I should give her to one of the pregnant ladies, the only issue with that is I don't want her away from me.

I want her beside me. God, help me protect her.

30 minutes later she was done, wiping her face I was about to head out when I realised I hadn't changed her nappy since I got her.

Ya Allah, I need to do it quickly. Heading outside I saw the dinner was already taken to the fields, Vladimir has just entered through the front gate, his white shirt crispy clean. How.

His eyes met mine and then then the babies.

I dropped my eyes to the ground and ran to the kitchen, serve him and clean her. Lifting his plate I went and placed it on the table where he was seated.

" pass me the child" what, my eyes shot up to him, he's dead serious. Clutching her tighter I took a small step  back.

" I need to change her nappy"

"Have you fed her"
I nodded my head slowly, his eyes trailed down to my breasts again, something is wrong with him. Pulling my scarf down I turned and ran inside. Ya Allah, what is this man doing.

Placing her in the cleaned sink I held her up and began to slowly pour warm water over her body, a giggle escaped her lips. She's smiling, she's happy.

" oh my baby" I cooed tickling her stomach, she erupted into melodious laughter. I couldn't help but smile.

She's so blissfully unaware of the situation but I guess that's a good thing, If she were older she'd be traumatised. I will protect this child with my life.

I think it'll be best if I leave her with mum and dad for now. I can't look after her and do all my duties, protect the villagers and make a plan.

" you'll stay with ama ok baby" I mumbled washing the soap suds of her tan body, her dark brown eyes shone under the bright light.

" baby, I need a name for you, hmm let's think"  I'm seriously tired of calling her baby, my precious needs a name.

She's my little warrior, a survivor.

When I was younger I always wanted my child's name to be special. Be named after someone who made a difference.

Someone who made a massive difference who I can never stop thinking about is Khawlah bint al-azwar, she was amazing. She was a military leader at the time of the Prophet Muhammad PBUH.

Khawlah fought in the battle of Yarmouk and won so many battles

My little princess here has already won a battle.

" Khawlah"

Authors note:

Khawlah bint al-Azwar is an AMAZING WOMEN.

Seriously do research on her, she's my idol.