《I am not your Daddy》2
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Eventually, it became a habit of girl to visit fatima on regular basis to eat handmade cuisines, which fatima make especially for her.
Ecstasy could be seen on her little face while chewing those fabulous dishes she never tasted before.
Their bond became stronger, a little child and a mother. Oman was happy for his sister as she don't have any kids, fatima take care of her but he was worried about future, when she has to go back to her home to her husband.
Their bond scared him, kasim her husband won't welcome her.
Kasim's attitude towards fatima was beyond tolerable. But fatima never share her grief with her elder brother.
Fatima was happy because she never had a child and that was her reason to look after her.
Besides, this little girl looked so innocent. Whoever looked at her she easily wrap them around her tiny finger.
"I have to give you a name, its really hard to call you sometimes. What you say" she asked this innocent girl who smiled in return.
She was muching on a apple and her cheeks matched with this apple.
'She has a beautiful face without a name and a beautiful smile to hide her pain'. Fatima's heart sank thinking about her smile.
"Ohh, my baby. Ok, then what about tara." Little girl gave her a confused look, thinking about the meaning of this name.
"What you don't like it. You know, When i was expecting a child i thaught if i will have a daughter then i will give this name to her" fatima said looking into girl's hazel eyes.
Fatima's eyes became moist thinking about her past. She was so happy about her pregnancy but later on after her miscarriage she learned she can't bear a child in her womb as her egs were so weak to produce a fetus.
Her husband started to blame her for everything and became a abuser. She didn't tell oman anything because she knew if her brother came to know about her condition he won't let her stay with her husband. So she kept quiet.
Fatima felt little hand on her face. She looked at this little angel who whipped her tears and shook her head in no, telling her not to cry.
Fatima smiled, tears still in her eyes.
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"Don't worry i won't cry. you like your name?" tara then nodded continuously and laughed a little.
"My little tara" fatima pulled her into a tight warm hug.
!!****!!
Tara was roaming around in a street. Yes tara, as she has a name now. She was humming to herself. She felt happy after a long time.
Fatima gave her a bath herself and made her wear beautiful clothes. She never knew should could look this beautiful. Her smile told everything that how happy she felt after wearing her new dress.
She was happy today because after so many years she felt like her mother was showing her love.
She also wanted to stay with her but her hope to return home never let her stay away from one area, which was around the bakery shop.
She twirled and spinned gracefully. Looking at her dress. Her white skin was highlighting.
Oman saw her makeover but his face was emotionless. But his eyes were not silent, those dark orbs spoked Many words. Eyes ran on her tender body as he took in her features, like she was an unusual specimen.
Tara felt thrilled, he would say something about her new look.
He was not quite sure himself when her looks and smile started to make his heart skipping a beat.
He has tried to look at her as a daughter or niece, as she was too young. But he has been failing miserably. He thaught something is wrong with his brain.
She smiled looking in his dark orbs, he didn't said anything and walked out of the house.
It pained her. Why he didn't reacted, he could appreciate her. She became gloomy.
She became even more restless when fatima told her that oman has to travel to another country that's why he is arranging camals.
She don't want him to go away. Now she has someone to look after her, she don't want him to disappear and never come for Her.
Her heart yarned for him.
She will insist him, he will surely stay here
It was already dark and the street was unusually deserted. she need to reach her secret place.
Then she felt a slight prickling at the back of her neck. Being followed herself, she recognised the situation. She stoped at her track and glanced behind her. Some men behind her started laughing like maniac.
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She got scared and hid her face with her long hair. She was chased across the streets by arab men. A strange feeling that she had never experienced before went through her.
There was a sinister air of deliberation in the way in which the those men were following her.
Only moon light was illuminating the street. She felt some shuffles behind her and a figure came infront of her, she gasped.
"Hey, sweaty why are you in rush"
He pushed his hand to touch cheek. Immediately she pushed his hand away and flinched away making her back hit the wall.
He turned to look at his mate.
"Yuris look here, what I got" a middle aged man said raising his voice. There were men reaking with alcohol.
She heard from women of town many times that there are some men who kidnap children and sell them to be slaves in modern cities.
It was worse she could expect as she was so innocent to know about their evil and dark intentions about her body.
When they saw beautiful teen girl immediately their eyes shone with lust. Eyes blood shot red.
In the middle of the empty stree there was no one except tara and those four monsters like men.
"Why are you looking scared, darling. How beautiful you are where are your parents" one of them asked to conferm, if she was alone or she was with someone else.
A smug falling on his scary hard face as he look up and down, checking out her tiny body. Founding it really pleasing to eyes, he winked at his mate.
"Sweaty if you are lost we will drop you at your home" they sensed from her shivering that she was alone. That's why she was getting scared if there was someone she would definitely call them or shout for them.
She didn't utter a word because she was scared to her core and shocked at the same time. Thinking about the consequences was making her shiver with fear.
"No" she muttered huskily.
She looked here and there scanning the area. She thaught she could get away from there. Then she tried walking away.
A fat man came forward, leaning towards her, flung a pair of powerful arms around her, and, with a jerk swung her towards him.
He snaked his head in crook of her head.
"Where are you going love" he squeezed her waist painfully.
His movements had been so quick she was unprepared and unable to resist.
For a moment she was stunned. When her senses came back to her, she struggled wildly. But later, she stifled in the thick folds of the arab's robes, against which her face was crushed.
He held her in a grip that seemed to be slowly suffocating her, whereas her struggles were futile.
"Leave me, no" she said shouting this time. Then she screamed with the top of her lungs. Her small frame was hovered by his big body.
To make her stop screaming, he spinned her with full force then he slapped her hard on face. Her small frame fell on mudy street making her clothes dirty.
A blur of colors whirled around in her head. She paused and tried to watch them carefully, but they were impatient and pulled her upward before she could discover what happened with her.
"Shut up, bitch" he grabbed her arms from behind clutching them behind her back.
She jolted when she felt a hand on mouth making her voice muff.
She did not know what to think her mind felt jarred. She was unable to frame any thaughts coherently.
Second man came and started roaming his hand on her shoulder then on her chest. She was choking with disgust. She didn't even know what these touches mean. She thought maybe they were examining her if she was capable of becoming a slave.
"Salim let's take her somewhere before somone come here"
"Don't worry brother, no one will come to know about it" he lifted her like leaf and carried her in his arms.
She was trying hard to pull out of his strong hold. But infront of his strength she was a small girl who was physically weak.
They took her to an abandon house. It was owned by one of those arab men.
Probably no one comes there, it terrified tara even more. She thaught those monsters are going to murder her.
But she didn't know worse can happen beyond her imagination.
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Hazelsong: A LitRPG Novel
Release Schedule: I will be moving to a set release schedule as of 1/1/2022. A new chapter will be released every Saturday at Noon EST. If I have time that week for a second chapter, I will leave a note on the Saturday chapter and post the second chapter on Sunday at Noon EST. An up to date character sheet for the MC Erik will also be posted on Sundays at 12:15 PM. If life happens and I am for some reason unable to write that week, I will post a blank chapter giving you an update on where I am with my writing. Saturday Noon EST: First weekly chapter Sunday Noon EST: Second weekly chapter (if I have the time) Sunday 12:15 EST: Updated character sheet Synopsis: Years after surviving a deadly accident, Erik struggles to come to terms with his painful disability. When offered the chance to playtest the world's first full immersion VRMMO, he wants nothing more than to retreat back into his secluded life, until he learns what Hazelsong really offers. An escape from the pain. Hazelsong is a world of magic and adventure, a place where friendships are formed, loot is won, and glory and fame are there for the taking. While the threats feel real and the stakes are always high, there is only one thing Erik is really in danger of. Forgetting which world is actually real. Story Themes: Hazelsong is a LitRPG novel that not only explores the fictional world of a realistic online fantasy realm but the life of a man suffering in silence from chronic pain and PTSD due to a significant physical injury and disability. Mental health is an important subject and we all know at least one person in our lives who has or is dealing with some form of mental illness. I plan on putting my best effort forward to represent these illnesses in a fair and accurate manner. Not as a cheap plot device to help make the protagonist more unique, but to help paint an accurate picture for those of us who have been lucky enough to not have to suffer in silence. About the Author: I am Ash Durra, general video game nerd and a connoisseur of fantasy and sci-fi of all shapes and sizes. Needless to say, I am not a professional author (B.S. and M.S. in Education, 8 years teaching). After really getting into LitRPG novels over the past several years, I found my way to Royal Road, which has inspired me to use my spare time to begin writing a story of my own creation. As this is a hobby, I am not writing and posting chapters on any kind of specific schedule at the moment, though my goal is to post on average 1-2 chapters a week. I am incredibly excited to share this story with others as I write it, and I look forward to any constructive feedback about how I can improve in my writing.
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