UNHOLY MATRIMONY

Chapter 4

Yasmine had been working for the Almasi family for only a year when she received a letter from home that shattered her to tiny little pieces. The letter disclosed that her mother had a cancer of the blood the doctors called leukaemia. She never thought something like this could happen to her mother, she was everything to her. The woman who taught her to pursue her dreams, to love, her idol that taught her to be herself, the woman who taught her to persue all the pleasures she desired in life because nothing in this life was permanent one has to utilise the timespan one has to reach one's self actualization. Now the letter stated money was needed to pay for her chemo therapy. Yasmin knew no way of acquiring this large amount until one evening while at servants quotas, her master Amir showed up all smiling and happy. Yasmin was siting with one of the maids on the floor crying her eyes out. The room was dimly lit and their shadows were seemingly visible on the bright blue walls. They immediately stood up in a hurry and bowed before their young master Amir who was smiling with glee. “Miss Yas, he started "I need you to come with me tomorrow to run some errands.” Then he stopped his face full of concern. “What's wrong Yasmin why are you crying? ““Did something happen" he directed this question to the other girl, her name was Vaishali, a twenty two year old Indian woman. “Her mother is sick with cancer. ” She blurted staring down on the floor, a streak of terror streaming within her. Even though Amir had good days were he was gentleman at most, most of the times, he was scary. He was unpredictable. But that night he seemed nicer than usual as he came and knelt next to Yasmin on one knee while he placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Yasmin had fallen to the floor weeping out of despair while hugging her knees. “It's ok my love" he stated I will give you all the money you need for your mother's treatment. It's ok .” He insisted. Yasmin could not be happier receiving help from her master but something was off with the offer. Her young master Amir was never this nice. He watched as a smirk started to form around his mouth in the dim light. As she tutored the very words. "Why are you helping me?" " Because Yasmin you are my friend and not only my employee." He insisted. Later on Yasmin would learn a lesson from accepting money from him. He ravished her. The same way he did those girls that were forced into abortions. The night had been warm that day. It as about eight o'clock when her young master showed up uninvited at Yasmin room in the servants quotas and did the awful deed to her leaving her broken at the edge of pain...madness, as anger took over her entire being. How could Amir do this to an innocent woman like he?. If it had been young master Ali, she thought the situation would have been better.