AL-AMIN QURAISHI ABBADI
It was almost four in the afternoon which meant it was about time for Asri prayers. He entered his praying room with his "Tashbih" in his hand.
"BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,AL HAMDU LILLAHI RABBIL 'AALAMEEN, AR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,MAALIKI YAWMID DEEN,EYYAAKA NA'BUDU, WA EYYAAKA NASTA'EEN,EH'DENAS SIRAATAL MUSTAQEEM, SIRAATAL LAZINA AN'AMTA 'ALAYHIM; GHAYRIL
MAGHDOOBI 'ALAYHIM WALADDAALEEN" AMIN.
He said a short prayer: BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM
Qul huwa Allahu ahad
Allahu assamad
Lam yalid wa lam yoolad
Wa lam yakul-lahu kufuwan ahad. Amin.
When he was done praying, he called for one of his servants' to serve him some fruits including his favorite, water melon.
Taking a seat by the oval- like egg shaped pool, he silently listened to the bubbling water that coordinated a perfect song to his hearing. He heard footsteps clamoring behind him and didn’t bother raising his head to look who it was. He already knew who it was.
“Hi papa.” She greeted cheerily.
(Jumana)
“Jumana.” He called her name in a sing song manner.
“How are you papa?”
“As you can see I am well.” He smiled. “And yourself?”
“I’m fine papa.” She answered. “I came into town yesterday to get my inks done.” She removed her jacket to show off her tattooed arms.
“I see you have added more inks to your body Jum Jum.”
“Papa!” she whined. “I'm not a baby anymore, stop calling me Jum Jum.”
Al-Amin bursted into a fit of laughter.
“Where’s mama?” She asked.
“She’s somewhere shopping and riding’ a young blood cock and having the fun of her life.” He answered, the bitterness in his voice surpassing the nonchalant tone he tried to view.
“That woman never cease to surprise me.” She sighed. “How bout you papa, aren’t you supposed to be having fun too?”
“I have a business party tonight, I’ll probably catch a fish tonight.”
“You must catch a fish.”
He chuckled. “Have you heard from my sister, Ameerat?"
“Yes, she’s doing fine. She moved in already.”
"That's good." He smiled.
“But papa, what if she falls in love with him and fails or what if the truth eventually comes out?”
“Nonsense.” He flared. “ 'Anaha laysat ghabia (she’s not stupid) He hurt me and became an enemy. He stepped on a cobra’s tail and so he must be bitten.”
“Papa...”
“Enough Jumana!” He hissed.
“I'm sorry papa.”
“I just came to check up on you. I have to get back to California but first not until I return mama's private plane before she arrived." She kissed his cheek and turned to leave.
“I will send a plane by tomorrow for you, your own plane.”
She squealed happily. “Thank you papa, tell whoever will design it to make my name bold on it! 'Jumana’s plane'." She gesticulated and spoke too quickly for her father to understand.
“You’re speaking gibberish, you should run along."
“I love you papa."
“I love you too.”
KNOX
Raspberry's. It filtered the immediate and surrounding air and was always the first thing that woke him up, every morning-- five years ago.
It was still a shocker to know that he actually loved. He gave his dark voluminous heart to a person, he allowed his soul to be entwined and consumed by another's touch, skin, heart, and being. Love they say, is a complex emotion, a feeling that comprises of many, but to Knox, it had no meaning, no definition. He just knew it was there-- He knew he loved her with every fibre of his being, with every breath he took, with every emotion that streamed out his being.
He loved. Knox loved another.
She wasn't a streak of sunlight that lit his darkness. She was the comfort in the dark, the little bright stars that complemented the night. Her smile would leave his mind buzzing, his lips aching to feel her skin.
That familiar cheesy sentence, 'You're everything to me' He hated it, despised it but when it first left her lips, he gained a new rebirth. Once she said 'I love you' Never could he have imagined that would leave such a deep, intense, everlasting imprint on his bloody heart.
Knox didn't do girlfriends but she-- when he first saw her, such a beauty, getting lost amongst the familiar, unfamiliar faces of people, he changed his mind. He had to have her, dominance, and he did. He did have her.
Aeesha. That was her name. Aeesha. When it first left her lips, then his, he knew he had to say it again, and again.
More. He wanted more of her, and it that same desire to have more that led him to the forbidden; the alter.
She wasn't warmth that calmed his burning, hard, touch, she was ice. Unmelting ice.
Knox wasn't one that snuggled but the effect of her skin, touch drove him to want her with him, always. He truly became a married man. Before, he'd mock the likes of one but after she came, after Aeesha; the little rain that sizzled his destroying flames, he truly realized the effect, the meaning.
Every morning, he'd wake up to meet her up early, cooking what was always sumptuous and raveling for more. Sometimes, he'd wake early himself, wanting just to surprise his dear wife, to see her smile.
She was truly a masterpiece. His masterpiece.
Knox wanted a happy ever after, he wanted eternity with Aeesha-- but that didn't happen.
Aeesha was his world. To an extent, she became the sole reason of his breaths, apart from his wealth and siblings, she became important, too important, that she slowly, became his happiness, she sucked that from him. She became a world, his own world he couldn't live without. His own internal oxygen.
For six years, his internal oxygen, she remained with him, gave him two kids, kids he would forever adore, love. Abdul and Haleemat. A boy and a girl. A complete, happy family.
The day he got that dreadful call, the call that heightened the peak of his flames, the flames that burned him whole. That day he surrendered to death, just like his own family.
Knox could remember standing, unmoving and speechless. Never in his life could he imagine pain could this crippling. Pain became the beast that slept with him at night, the beast he slowly became.
They were gone. Aeesha and his two children had become victims of a fatal accident. Worse, their bodies were never found, nothing to give him peace, nothing to soothe the beast that tore him away. Nothing. Not even the alcohol seemed to drain his sorrows, it heightened it.
There was a time he wanted, needed to seize living but something, something still kept him here, fighting with several monsters. Was it hope? He didn't really know but it was there, slowly beating, with life just like the heart.
He hated life, hated memories. Knox hated it all and just reminiscing brought about the rage he stored within his broken soul.
The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'.He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties.Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very.His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.AL-Amin, h
Knox"Good morning." Low pitched, a little groggy yet soft came a woman's voice.His eyes remained closed and partly, he was still asleep."Knox, wake up c'mon."He shifted and a low rumble escaped his lips."Ayesha." He murmured, sleepily. "Ayesha...""Ayesha? Who is Ayesha? Knox, open your eyes." And slowly, he did."Ayesha..." A little drowsily but yet awake, he met her eyes. It was exactly the same."Who is Ayesha, Knox?"It wasn't her. It couldn't be her. His chin gutted.Makayla was who appeared before his eyes. She was kneeling with hands on his shoulders."Get your hands off me." He lowly growled."Excuse me?""Right this second Makayla.""Why the sudden attitude?" She wasn't budging. Stubborn, and j
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Spike yelled as he punched the wall. The impact didn’t bring him any pain...not at the moment. How could he have possibly missed the shot?With rage brewing in his blood, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, drank from it before smashing the bottle against the wall.Never in his life of being an assassin had he ever missed a shot. He plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind vividly going back to how this life he was in began. Spike Aryan Farooqi was just seven years old when he was forcefully taken away from his father. To this day, he never knew why. His mother was brutally raped to death in his presence.Before her death, his mother had begged for his sister not to be raped but even after she was done with, his sister followed suit. The young girl was just thirteen. Ever since, they’ve been separated and he was taught to kill.
Al-AminIt was two in the morning, he couldn't sleep, not after what happened last night. The whore he had brought home was a spy, if he hadn't came out of the bathroom sooner, she would have planted the camera. Fuck her!But she was so trained, he had to admit. She had been in the torture room since the last eighteen hours and still she hadn't given up the name of who she works for.How dare that slut!Al-Amin poured himself another glass of champagne. He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library.The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in."Did she talk yet?" He asked."No boss." Zach answered.Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hamme
MakaylaWith delight in her heart, she picked up her phone once she saw the caller."Hello papa" She sing-sang."My dearest Makayla." Al-Amin greeted on the other end of the line."Papa, are you well?" Makayla, worried by the distress in his voice."Oh I am, just a little trouble here."Makayla shot up from her seat. "What trouble? Tell me you're okay? Do you need me to come home?"Al-Amin chuckled. "Stay where you are? It's nothing serious.""What happened though?" Makayla asked, a bit calmer."I went for a party and brought a beautiful girl home. She turned out to be a spy from Khalil.""Oh my God! Papa." Makayla gasped."Yeah, she's in my custody.""Is it still on the matter of you being a shareholder in his network and security company?" Makayla aske
SPIKEAryan got to Mr. Dhanial's house and without further ado, he was ushered in. He stepped into the luxuriously decorated living room that was well festooned with gold embroidery that befitted the settees and white color paintings.On the center marble table that was situated in the middle of the living room, was a lion head sculptured with gold, its eyes glittering with diamond.Mr. Dhanial was sitting on the arm chair, tigers beside his feet, real tigers to be precise and body guards behind him. They stood on their full heights, hands clasped either in front of their torso or behind their backs all wearing dark tinted glasses.“Sir.” Spike called while standing in front of him with his hands behind him.Mr. Dhanial took a drag of the tobacco and spoke, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth.“Spike,
The moon took a peek at her as she glided back and forth in the water, her hair splaying about, her skin glowing in the moonlight.She did back strokes and went under the water for some minutes before coming back up. It was as if the moon light was glued on her like a spot light.He stood in his balcony, taking a sip of his wine and staring at her. Makayla knew he was there but she didn’t want to raise her head to look at him so he wouldn’t go away. This time he didn’t see Ayesha in her.He saw Makayla in Makayla.Something bulged in his trouser. The fucker just had to…He hissed and went back inside the room. He wanted to pour himself another glass of fruity wine but the bottle was empty.Makayla decided it was time to go back into the house, after drying herself completely, holding the towel in her hand. She was walking while typing away on her phone, bumping int
Al-AminMaria! Maria!! Maria!!! He singsong and stirred his tea with the teaspoon.She sighed"How do you do, beauty?"She sighed again, snubbing him.She chewed her lips, he stirred his tea and drank some and he licked his lips."Chinese Tea is the best. This green tea literally helps to relax my body,"Maria rolled her eyes at him.Al- Amin stood up and stretched his body.."Maria, how do you do?" he maintained his calm voice.Her stomach grumbles loud enough for him to hear and right about time, the maid entered the room."Take it back, please," Al-Amin ordered and the maid stood still.Maria gasp and stared at him. "Why should she take it back?" she asked him.He ignored her.Her voice broke "but I'm hungry,"