My Captive
Sign it, Haya!*
"Sign it, Aima!"
Shahzaman's voice shook the entire drawing room. He didn't throw the Nikah papers at Haya's face, he threw them at her heart.
The white paper trembled in Haya's shaking hands. Her future was written on that paper, a future she never wanted. Tears were not stopping from her eyes.
"I... I cannot do this Nikah, Shahzaman..."
He took a step forward. His face was red with anger, but in his eyes... there was something else in his eyes. A pain that he was trying to hide.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" He roared, and grabbing her delicate hand, he pulled her so close that Haya could feel his ragged breathing.
"I want your signature on these papers... NOW!" Shahzaman said angrily.
"But I don't want to marry you..." Haya said and threw the papers on the floor.
"You WILL sign. Right now. Right at this moment!" Shahzaman pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at her father's head.
"Baba!" Haya screamed, looking at her father while crying.
"Leave my daughter! She is innocent, she knows nothing. Please let her go..." Haya's father pleaded with folded hands, crying.
"Whether she knows or not, I don't need to ask..." Shahzaman said, looking at Haya with fury.
"Shahzaman, please listen to me, I don't want to marry you..." Haya stepped forward.
"If you don't sign by the count of 10, then..."
Shahzaman pointed the gun again at her father's head and started counting without listening to her.
"But..."
"1... 2..."
Haya held her head and cried. There was no one to help her in this situation.
"3... 4... 5... 6... 7..."
"Stop! Okay, I will sign! Don't do anything to my father!" Haya said while wiping the tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Good." Shahzaman sat on the sofa.
Haya picked up the papers from the floor and placed them on the table. With a trembling voice, she picked up the pen lying on the table.
Seeing Haya signing, there was a shine of victory on Shahzaman's face, and Haya's flowing tears were proof of her defeat.
Haya forwarded the signed papers towards Shahzaman.
"You did the right thing by signing before your father died, otherwise you would have had to sign after his death anyway..." Shahzaman said in an arrogant tone.
"Forgive me, my daughter, all this happened because of me. Please forgive me..." Haya's father cried bitterly and pleaded with folded hands.
"This was all written in my destiny, Baba, you don't need to ask for forgiveness..." Haya said, hiding her face in both her hands and crying.
"You will need these tears in many more places, save them..." Saying this, Shahzaman grabbed Haya's hand and dragged her away.
"Shahzaman, leave me, it's hurting," Haya sobbed.
He held her hand even tighter. "Hurting? You are feeling pain already? This captivity hasn't even started yet. From today, your love is over, Haya. From today, you are only... only in MY CAPTIVITY. Understood?"
The car stopped in front of a huge mansion, which looked extremely luxurious from the outside.
Holding Haya's hand, Shahzaman took her upstairs to his room, which was decorated with utmost elegance.
"Welcome to hell, Mrs. Shahzaman," he said, pushing Haya onto the bed.
"Here, every night will be a punishment for you, and every day will be a trial for you. All the best for your new life..." Saying this, Shahzaman slammed the door and went out of the room.
Haya lay on the bed and started crying loudly.
The person who was once her whole world, today met her in this form. Haya felt her breath stopping.
*Is this captivity of Shahzaman made of hatred? Or behind this hatred, is that old love still alive, which fell to such an extent to get Haya back?*
*Will Haya ever be able to fall in love with this captivity?*
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