Married to My Kidnapper

chapter 4

chapter 4

Alishba pov:

I was woken by shuffling sound. Iopened my eyes but quickly cover them as Sun rays hit directly through thecurtains. Then adjusting to the light I open my eyes slowly. The curtain seemstrange. They were no longer blue but a deep red and black. They lookedmagnificent. They were deep red and had black lacey pattern on them.

I frown these are not my curtains Ilooked around and sat straight. I wasn't in my room. My room. Soundsfunny. I shook my head and gape. It was more beautiful than mine. It was themedred n black. The sheets were red but the pillow and the headboard was black.The floor was covered with a soft nude carpet complimenting the dark interior.There was a red and black couch. A working table was set on my right side alittle bit away from curtains.

Where am I?Whose room is this? I got up andsuddenly knew who this room belonged to. Rayan. Even thethought of him was sending me over the edge. I decided to go to my room butguess what...the freaking door was locked. "Ya Allah...what is going on?"I gave out a frustrated sigh then looked around. It wasn't that bad. If Iwasn't in the situation I was I would've actually enjoyed this place. I wassuddenly very comfortable in my clothes. I looked at my dress and I squealed. Iwas wearing a full length silk night gown and my hijab was gone leaving my hairfalling down my waist. What the-I don't remember chang-Rayan. Thatlittle piece of s**t. I hate him. How dare he touch me. I was beyondfurious. I will strangle his neck and beat his handsome face-wait, he is nothandsome. He is my kidnapper for heaven sake. I let ouf a sigh as headachestarted forming. I shook my head and looked around. There were two doors. Onewould probably led to closet. I hope there's more appropriate dress for me. Iwent to first door and open it. My jaw is litterally on the ground. It was awalk in closet. There was a stand in middle with scares hanging of differentcolours and patterns. On my right was a column for girls cloth probably mine.They lined in sequence like first there were tops then jeans, skirts and fulldresses. There has to around fifty of each category. This guy isloaded. Maybe when I'll escape I can burrow a few. No, no maybe. I'lldefinitely escape. To my left were men collection. They were mainlysuits. There were cupboards on either side I opened mine to reveal my girlynecessities like undergarments, pj's, and stupid night gowns. It's not like Ihate them I love them. But I won't wear them in Rayan presence. If my cupboardhad my necessities than surely other one had his. I shook my head.

After good five minute of going through clothes I settle on grey jumpsuit. Myfigure was petite so I normally don't wear jumpsuits much but I liked this one.It was grey with a skin and navy blue cardigan and navy blue hijab. I paired itwith grey flats.

After a quick shower I changed andfixed my hijab. I sighed sitting on the edge of the bed. What should I do? Ilaid down and closed my eyes. What would Maher be doing? Did he missme? I opened my eyes and decided to call Maher. Walking towards thenightstand I looked for my phone. I couldn't find it. Where the he'llis my phone? I remembered. My gown. It was in it's pocket. Dangit. Ya Allah what I did wrong? Please if this is a punishment make iteasier. I decided to kill Rayan later. There was a small working tableat the corner. Walking over to it I saw couple of books and files on it. I wasalways interested in the business and books. I started looking through books.They were mostly Islamic books. I was impressed. I didn't knew kidnappers areinto religion. I held a book but my eyes caught a name. IMPORTANT. writtenon a file in bold letters. Putting back the book I thought of checking it. Iknow I know it was wrong to rummage through others stuff but...I sighed. I shouldn'tdo it. I turned and sat on the couch beside it. What should I do? They had melocked up in one luxurious room. I try to keep my mind of the files as Ifocused on the details of the room.

The door suddenly clicked making mejump. Who could that be. I hid behind the curtain making sure I was invisible.The door opened and someone walked in. I hope it's Rayan. No, I hope it's nothim. Ugh...just whoever this is Allah, goes away. I was lost In the prayer whenthe curtains were pulled back making me squeal and cover my face.

"Please please please. Don'tkill me. I've done nothing, I swear." I waited for the impact but nonecame. Instead a giggle erupted. I took a peek through my fingers to see a girlabout my age. She was looking me with amusement. I uncoveredmy face and giveher a sheepish glance. She was beautiful. A little taller than me probablysince I'm 5'2 she should be 5'4. She had warm brown eyes. She was wearing Jeanwith a tunic up to midtigh and a purple hijab. Who is she?

As if reading my thought sheanswered. "I'm Ryan bhai's (brother) sister. Ishra. You must besisiter-in-law. Alishba." She was somehow very excited which was strangebecause I didn't even knew her. She held my hand and dragged me towards thecouch. When we were settled she grinned towards me making me back away. It'snot that she was creepy, no. But it was strange. I was pulled towards her likeI had a connection to her. and not in love sense in a pure way. She was lookingme amused. I frowned.

"Um....." I don't knowwhat to say. The fact that his brother kidn*pped me and married meforcefully or the fact that he did it on my wedding day or that he changed meat night or that he probably had my phone or that my dad knew all of it. Thethought of the talk with my dad made my mood sour. He knew. Allah. Shea must'venoticed my mood because the next thing I know she had me in bone crushing hug.All it did was her to say those words and I broke down.

"I'm sorry because of mybrother." She had said. And I cried and cried for Allah knows how long.when I calmed down she rubbed my back. I wiped and tears and then it hit mewhat I did and I was laughing like a lunatic. After good five minutes my abswere about to burst I stopped. Ishra was looking me frowning. "I'm crazy.No?" I glanced towards her with sheepish smile. She shook her head andsmiled. "You're weird. Are you okay?" I laughed again but stoppedwhen I looked her looking concerned. "I'm a mess." My shoulderslumped and I don't know what to do. She put her hand on my shoulder and sighed."I'm sorry. My brother might be a bit crazy but he must have strongreasons to go this far." I looked her like she was crazy. "And whatthat reason might be?" She fidgeted from my question and bit her lip. Thenshe looked me and smiled shyly. "Oh, I changed you at night. You sleptlike a corpse." She fumbled with her fingers. Nice change ofsubject. "Don't try to-wait what? You changed me. It was notRayan!" She nodded a sigh of relief escaping her mouth. "Thank Allah,but that doesn't mean I don't hate him. I'm still mad at him for all he did tome."

Ishra looked me confused. "Whatdid he do that had you so mad. It was just a nikkah." I glared at her. Shereally don't know what he did. "You're kidding me, right? It wasn't just anikkah. He ruined my life." Ishra looked me horrified. "He r-rapedyou." She covered her mouth making me stare her wide eyed. "No no, hedidn't r***d me. Allah. No." Relief was visible in her eyes. She smiled."Good than it's fine. I get it that you hate him because he married youforcefully but it's not that bad. You have such an amazing friend, me. I'llhelp you with everything." I let out a frustrated sigh. I held my templesand massage them. "You really don't understand. I have an endless lost tohate him. First he send anonymous letters and gifts before my marriage. He wasstalking me. Than he kidn*pped me on my WEDDING DAY. He forced me to marry him.Threatened to kill Maher if I didn't marry him. He shift me here withouttelling me. And I have no freaking idea why am I here?" By the time Ifinished I was breathing hard from continuous talking. Ishra on the other handshe had her mouth covered wide eyes looking me. Her eyes glistening and thenext thing I knew I was In a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry. I didn'tknew. How could bhai do this. Don't worry, it will be all okay. I'm here foryou." My own tears were now flowing. I clutched my eyes shut. "I missmy family ishra. My dad, bhai, Maher. I miss them all. I want to be withthem." She got back and shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint you butyou can't go back. You now bhai's wife. And he won't let you go." Somehowher last words made my heartbeat jump. I scowled. What is wrong with me. I'mnot his. I'll escape. "What do you mean I'm his. I'm not a property. I won'tsit here and spend redy of my life. I love Maher. And I'm going to be with him.You are my friend right." I held her hand as a brilliant plan hit me. Shefrowned probably getting that I'm thinking something evil. "Yes? What areyou thinking?" Her answer were more like a question I ignored it. I got upand grinned putting my hands on my hips. While she frowned.

"You my friend are going tohelp me escape." I smirked.