10 Missing their victim

It was almost midday but Zamarad did not show up to meet the rest of her family members for their midday snacks. The family of six sat at the table but of course, it was evident that a member was missing.

Ramlah was bored the most among those at the table. She had been used to bullying her youngest sister to the extremes such that it became a hobby. However, it appeared as though she has to look for a new hobby. Her sister had decided to not dine with them again after acknowledging her baby.

She would spend most of the day lying idly in bed or drawing in her art book. If she was not drawing, she would be reading. All of these was reported by the maid who was left in-charge of serving the girl.

Ramlah had thought that not being able to see the girl would make her days feel brighter and better but she came to realize that the truth was far from it. She had driven most of her pleasure from Zamarad's pain and displeasure. Not having her around to torture was a new torture for the bully.

Such a misfortune. The table that was normally lively with the siblings' chatters or argument as they bully the youngest was now too silent that it felt like a funeral. Everyone at the table missed the girl's presence for different reasons.

Zubeida usually ignored Zamarad's existence unless she wanted something from her but even she missed the girl. She liked to watch the girl's face in order to feel proud for producing such a phenomenal products. Yes. It was true that Ramlah and Zamarad took after her in looks but it was evident who had a superior gene.

Zubeida liked watching Zamarad's every feature develop. From the single strand of hair that grew to the tip of the nail on her toes. To her, Zamarad was an object whose perfection was an obsession for her pride. Just looking at the girl will make her narcistic nature want to dominate any other character she had.

On the other hand, her obsession was like a poison that spread slowly but surely with the intent to kill out of suffocation. That was why she had been treating the girl like a living breathing doll. She would try every beauty product on her body and use her as a guinea pig.

Fortunately for Zamarad, every thing that was tried on her skin made her appear more radiant and beautiful. Each time the same product was used by Rumi and Ramlah, the result would be the total opposite. This was another reason why the other girls hated Zamarad. Whatever trap they planned for her, she would come out unscathed most of the time.

Though the family bullies Zamarad, each and everyone of them acknowledged that Zamarad had an air of superiority whenever she dealt with them. No matter how much she was bullied, she would be graceful about it and continue with life. She had never complained about their poor treatment of her until a few days ago when she found out about the baby and a groom she had no idea about.

Zubeida was particularly fond of Ramlah .It was precisely because of this fondness that she had ignored her last born from birth to this age. She was biased. Ramlah to her was a fragile vase that needed pampering. Whatever Ramlah wanted, Ramlah got. Like what happened with Zamarad, she had consulted someone whom she believed was a seer.

Zubeida was a superstitious woman by nature and her superstitious nature dictated her relationship with people. On the day that Ramlah was born, she was told by the seer that her daughter will encounter a tragic death if she was not well taken care of. This had made the paranoid woman to dote on this particular daughter the most with the rest of the family members.

Yet, what the seer failed to explain to her wa that, it was precisely her blind love and pampering that would kill Ramlah some day.

This was also the main reason why the favored girl felt it right to mistreat her sibling. She derived pleasure from her pain. Zamarad's tears made her happy. Her worries filled her heart with satisfaction and pleasure.

Yet at the moment, Ramlah felt none of the pleasure nor satisfaction. She missed her toy. She missed her source of joy. " Mother, I am bored. Can we drag that girl to the table? I want to play with her." She complained with some grievances displayed in her eyes.

The mother looked at her daughter and continued chewing on the apple she was having. Feeling that she was being ignored, Ramlah looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. " Alright. alright. We will get her but you should finish your food first."

Mustafa who have been quiet throughout the meal looked at the mother daughter duo and shook his head. He knew very well that his youngest daughter needed peace and tranquility the most for the sake of the baby she carries and for her own health.

"You should not disturb her. We all know that she is currently pregnant and none of us have the power to mess with the man responsible for her pregnancy. If you must torture her, look for someone who might be more powerful than the man instead of colliding with him directly."

Ramlah pouted unsatisfied with her father's reminder. how could she forget that vital detail about the whore? She was under the devil's protection. Recalling the warning that she was given the last time she met the handsome man, she shivered in fear.

She raised the spoon to her lips to hide the slight tremor in them. the man was domineeringly dangerous but he was also sinfully sexy. Just thinking of the danger he posed made her feel aroused. She should try and drive a wedge between the two and the best way to do that was through killing the baby in her womb.

Silence reigned o the table once more as the five people sitting at the table ate their snacks in silence. Khalid and Rumi have been silently listening but did not contribute much to the conversation. They knew that what they have been doing was extremely wrong but it had been going on for such a long time that it became hard to change their nature.

The meal ended but Zamarad was not disturbed. Everyone went on their way to do their things. Khalid was a known professional pilot but was now on vacation. Rumi was a recognized first class chef . She had chains of hotels around the country. The two left the table hand in hand. They loved each other and were almost always together such that they were known as the heart and its beat duo.

Like the two, Zubeida and Ramlah were inseparable. Ever since she was born , Ramlah has been a mamas girl thus she grew up being a witch like her mother. No matter what mess she created , her mother was there to clean after her. The two remained behind to think of ways to deal with their toy. Mustafa left them to their thoughts and went to do his own staff.