MAFIA COLLATERAL (Mafia series #2) SAMPLE

Chapter 22

For Zameer, marriage never really meant much.

It was just another step up the hierarchical ladder. If it meant that he would gain a lot of advantage from any action then he was more then willing to do it. As long as the MMM, which was his whole life, stood to become even more powerful from those actions then he would certainly do it. And he never cared about his own individual self.

He was a nobody. He was an orphan, a street rat when the Ghulari twins had found him. And then he became somebody. He became their second in command. That's why he never hesitated in making the MMM a great mafia. His efforts were always centered around getting the job done no matter what it cost him.

But still, as he stared at the blank space which required his signature at the bottom of the marriage certificate, he couldn't help but feel hesitant.

Would I be feeling like this when I will have to sign it again? He thought to himself, thinking that would be feel the same way when he would be marrying Sarah Khwarizmi. He treated marriage as a game, just a show that he needed to put on. But as his eyes went up to Sadia who sat in the hospital bed, her face crestfallen, He couldn't help but think of what she had said to him.

'does the sanctity of marriage mean so little to you?'

Does it? Why am I even bothered with this anyway? Zameer thought as doubt threatened to plague his mind.

'Always protect her Zameer.' Shahzeb's words echoed in his head.

No, remember why you need her. He reminded himself and without further hesitation, he jolted down his name on the contract, thus entering into another opportunistic venture.

She's just Dr. Sadia to me. Nothing more and nothing less. He told himself.

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She was married now.

She tried not to think about it but her thoughts seemed to wander in that particular direction ever since she had signed her name on the marriage contract.

It had been two days since then. She had been on edge, her thoughts going haywire. There was a constant feeling of guilt nagging at her, almost mocking her.

This wasn't how she had ever imagined getting married. But then again, she was someone who never gave any thought to men or marriage. She was always so goal oriented. And not to mention, she always knew that she had to marry her cousin so she never concerned herself with the topic of marriage until recently.

But still, she had never decorated any bright dreams about marriage. It never held much of an importance. She was still too young to be thinking about something as serious as marriage. But she valued the sanctity of marriage. However, she had to stop herself from feeling guilty about it.

And right now, her situation wasn't normal or ordinary. Her morals were not accepting her situation.

Please Allah, help me. She thought. This much she knew, she had to come up with a plan to escape and fast.

She jerked out of her thoughts when she heard the door open.

She didn't need to know who it was for she already: it was Zameer, her husband.

Husband? She scoffed lowly to herself.

Zameer was quick to notice.

"Everything alright?" He inquired. He had been checking up on her and so far her treatment was going well and she was better enough to leave.