Married to My Kidnapper

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I opened my eyes and lookedaround. Where was I? Oh yeah kidn*pped. Sitting I lookedaround and for moment I had to rub my eyes to believe it. Was I reallykidnapped?

I was sitting on soft queen sizedbed. The room was big no huge maybe ten times my room. It had a blue wall rightbehind the bed which was the face wall as there was a door in front which, Isuppose lead to, outside. Other walls were cream. There were curtains hangingaround window. Their colour similar to the wall behind me. The window was to myright and there were two doors on my left that I presume lead to closet andbathroom.

My kidnappermust be filthy rich. But if he hasgenerous amount of money and he wouldn't want me for ransom. Then why am Ikidnapped? Ya Allah help me. I got up and walked to themirror. I was still in my dress thank Allah. But my hijab was a littlemisplaced. I fixed my hijab and decided to escape. What do you expect. As muchas I like the room, I still have a family I love and I was going to marry forheaven sake. I was going to escape.  I went to the door that probably leadto outside. I held the knob and drew in a breath. I turned it slowly andpulled.

Sighing I tried once again but itwas locked. I went to window and tried opening it. But all in vain. YaAllah, show me way.

I heard a faint voice of azan (callto prayer) I looked at the clock it was asr prayer. I went to bathroom andagain was in awe. Jacuzzi my love. It was themed like room blue and cream. Itwas dark blue just like I like. Odd. I decided to ignore itand did my was I which was really difficult in this gown. I got out and fixedmy hijab. I decided to peek in closet. My jaw was on ground it was walk incloset with practically everything a girl needs. I looked through it. They weremy size. Again odd. I chose a multi coloured skirt with black button up shirt.It was good for prayer. I wore it with a hijab and offered prayers.

After prayer I did dua  (prayeryou do with your hand raise).

Ya Allah, guideme to right path and forgive my sins for you are most merciful. Help me findthe way out of this.

Ya Allah, blessmy parents and family.

After prayer I got up and turned.Screaming I held my heart. There was sitting on the couch behind me was a man.He was dressed in suit. He had dark brown hair cut to perfection. His face afive I clock shadow. But I could still see a strong jawline and high cheekbone.His eyes were warm brown. MashAllah, wait what am I doing. Astagfirulah.You are ogling him. I shook my head and turned around finallyrealizing he might be my kidnapper.

"I'm sorry to startle you butyou were praying. And i see you made yourself at home. Good for you. After allyou'll be staying here from now on." I frowned and all the Ideas of himbeing beautiful flew out of my mind. I turned to him and walked to him. I was5'2 and he was pretty taller. I came to his shoulder. I poked his chest.

"Listen, whoever you are. I'mnot going to stay here forever and you can bet on that. You think you cankidnap me on my wedding day and expect me accept it with big smile. I will noaccept it. I. Am. Going. To. Escape. I will give these  clothes back. Andmost importantly, why am I here?" I finished and blew out breath. He wascalmly listening then held my finger pushing it away from his chest and leftit. I was glaring at him. He just shrugged.

"I can do it. Didn't I just doit. And you are staying here. And you don't talk to me in this tone. Next timeyou're regret it. And the reason you're here is because-" he went back tocouch and held the shopping bag and practically shoved it in my hand. I lookedit confused then him.

"You are going to marryme." I shook my head. "Pardon me, I think I heard wrong-" hedidn't let me finish and said" you heard me right. You. Are. Going. To.Marry. Me. End of the story. The dress in the bag. Get ready in an hour. I'llbe back." Without waiting my reply he turned and left.

I sunk to the floor. My life wasofficially screwed. Ya Allah forgive me. Help me.

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