All Chapters of Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AbrahamA week passed after that incident. Amayra was still in the hospital and she was about to get a discharge soon. "Where are we going?", she asked while taking sips through the straw from her juice. I leaned over her she nudged her head back."Anywhere but together", I smiled at her but she didn't smile back."I... I wanna go home", she stammered, looking down."Yes, I'll be taking you home. Didn't you say that I'm your home?", I touched her cheek lovingly though I knew what she meant by home."Abraham", she lifted her gaze, looking straight into my eyes. "That home where I used to live for years""That's not your home anymore, baby. Don't argue", I sealed her lips for a short kiss and parted her away."Abraham... It's been a week. I didn't meet dada. He might be worried about me", she urged in desperation. "Yes, he is worried. But not about you. About the things related to

Abraham"It's already a week. For how long I have to eat this shitty medicine?", Amayra clamored, glaring at the medicines on her palm as she shifted her innocent eyes to me as if she thought I would ask her not to have them."Three more weeks", I said, putting the packets in the drawer."Are you serious?", she blurted out."100% now put them in your mouth", scowling at her face, I sat beside her.She was passing some dirty looks."Amayra!!!", I glared at her, grumbling in a rough voice."I'm taking it, no? Give me some time", she frowned."You don't even stare at me so long the way you were staring at these pills", I frowned. "How much time do you need more? Take it. Fast""You're being grumpy enough", saying this, she put all the pills together and gulped the whole glass of water.She was looking so damn cute while making dirty faces. I couldn't stop myself cupping her face and gently biting her

AmayraI was sitting at the edge of the bed, trying Abraham's number. But he wasn't picking up. He seemed to be busy when he called me. My heart was beating faster as I heard all the noise outside, my nerves were shaking badly. I was going through the toughest phase of my life where I had to choose.My dada or Abraham.The man who raised me or the man who taught me to live.The man who made me something I was or the man who filled in life in the emotionless body.I always had a kind of arrogance in my personality. But today I felt like the weakest woman in the world. I wasn't myself anymore.As I heard the footsteps clicking near me, I lifted my devastated gaze, finding dada in front of me. For a moment, I felt happy, seeing him after so many days. My eyes filled."Amu, my child", he called me. My legs automatically slid down to reach him but something stopped me. I could remember Abraham's words.I didn't wann

AbrahamI was stunned by her action. Did she ask me to say away from her? It was better to be a fucking nightmare because if it was for real I didn't know how I should react. Moreover, she was looking devastated. Her entire body was trembling when she made a distance between us. That distance seemed so terrible. The last two weeks were so magical for us. She used to hug me for hours after I returned because she used to miss me. Today, it was so different."Amayra!", I gulped, peering at her. She wasn't looking at me. "What happened, baby? Why are you behaving like this to me?", my voice filled with agony and my hands shuddered to touch her again. She gathered herself away so that I couldn't touch her."Don't touch me", she groaned."Okay, fine. I won't", it felt so pathetic to say. "But at least tell me what happened. You're not looking okay at all"She wasn't saying anything which was making me more nervous. What the fuck that blood old fellow did

Abraham Two days later, I entered the old quarter. It was empty. Turning on the lights, I kept walking inside, touching the walls, and opened the door of my wagon. "What's more left, Amayra?", I husked as she turned around. It had been two days since I hadn't seen her. But it felt like years. Our eyes met, I looked away after a while. She started coming close to me. And I took my steps back. "No closeness, please. Why did you call me here?" "Relax, Abraham", she whispered, still coming towards me. "Amayra, you'll regret it", I scowled at her. "If you come close to me, you'll regret it as fuck" "I can't regret anything with you, Abraham. You know that", she reached me, peering deep into my eyes. "I can't regret you" "Now what's this new drama, Amayra Mehta? I don't have enough time to waste on you" "That's why you rush