The wrath of this potent appearing man renders me speechless for a couple of seconds. With difficulty, I tore my gaze away from his scorching eyes and look around to register in my brain what had just happened.The shattered iPhone lay across from me on the pavement. Then I realize it immediately. His phone broke because of me."Well?" His voice is low, velvety, and scathing. "Are you fucking blind?"He sounds sort of foreign yet there was also a touch of an upper-class British accent.My heart hammers like thunder against my ribcage as I glance back up at him.Strands of hair fall across his forehead from the slight breeze. His eyebrows are no longer furrowed deeply as they were a few seconds ago. Neither do the nostrils flare of his perfectly straight nose but yet his shapely jaw clenches in ire. For a split second his chiseled noble features resemble Ancient Greek sculptures depicting Adonis.I strive to search for words to say but momentarily my brain is playing amnesia with me it
HAZEL -I awaken with a sudden jolt due to the slamming of a car door in close proximity.The faint smell of cigars and expensive cologne wafts to my nose before my blurry vision has a chance to clear. I reach up to rub my eyes but my arms are bound to the back of me by handcuffs.What the fudge?!! Instantaneously I remember the park incident. Have I been abducted?I want to scream but as soon as I try to, my lips are left immovable by firmly pressed duct tape. I'm beyond terrified as I strive to shift myself out of this position by kicking my legs around, yet they too are immobilized by foot cuffs. Feeling cool leather against my palms as I press them around behind me, I realize I'm sitting on some sort of plush leathery couch."Mmph hmmnmphhh" Through the duct tape, escape my helpless muffling sobs.The haziness diminishes from my vision within a few seconds, and my eyes distend in panic at the sight before me. I'm seated in what appears to be a moving limo with black-tainted windows
Silence.Heavy unwieldy silence cloaks the atmosphere. It constricts my lungs as if I am being crushed and suffocated under massive boulders. With difficulty, I attempt to swallow back the knot in my throat. Seemingly perpetual tears leave a hot trail down my cheeks.I continue staring out of the car window aimlessly at places and people whizzing past, my back facing the man who offered a plea on my behalf a few hours ago. I am Seated in the front passenger seat, with only the two of us occupying the luxury vehicle.I hear Serge clear his throat loudly, attempting to gain my attention. I refuse to face him, only hoping he would quickly dispense me to my destination.Thanking him for coming to my rescue from his fellow Mafia friends was currently the least of my concerns.Inwardly a part of me is grateful for him showing up at the right place and at the right time. Another part of me is very much upset about the fact that he distributed details of who I am and where I reside without my
"Who da fūck that was dropping you off in the driveway?" Imran's seething question greets me as soon as I unbolt the front door and step in. He is pinning me with an incensed bloodshot gaze full of suspicion.Has he been drinking again or recovering from a hangover?I am rooted at the spot in trepidation and fear. I slump my shoulders forward and my head cast down in brisk consideration.Was he watching for me through the windows?In a fraction of a second, my mind blanks out since I don't contain a believable answer to provide him. It's beyond obvious he would display a complete lack of conviction over the truth."I see you've been whoring around already huh" He spat as he trudges towards me."Just as I suspected, you're a fūckin whore in hijab!"Instantaneously I whip my head up, my brows knit in umbrage from his resentfully dirty slander. I end up revealing the reality albeit in a shaky tone than intended. "I-I was a-abducted by dangerous people, t-they was holding me at the g-gunpo
HAZEL -"Hazel madam." Khalil's muffled words emanate through the door of the guest room. I was initially unaware he's been knocking at the door softly for 5 minutes. Until he finally decided to address me by his voice.I shift away from the window by which I was gazing out absentmindedly. Taking tentative steps, I halt at the door."Yes, Khalil?" I ask in words barely audible, a ghost of a whisper. But he manages to hear me."I'm sorry to disturb you, but Anwar sahib wishes to see you in his private study room right now." With that swift reply, I hear his feet scuttling away into the corridor. I have a dismal sigh as I sluggishly grasp the doorknob and drag myself out into the drafty corridor. Peering both left and right cautiously for Imran or Mrs.Mirza to pop up from around any corner or behind a door.I have been taking careful measures in order to avoid their adverse countenances. They don't appear to be home right now.Mildly content with their absence, I trudge forward in the di
I am beyond alarmed by this unsettling revelation concerning Imran. Without blinking my state of shock shifts into that of irateness as I glare at Mister Mirza rightfully so."After knowing such horrid details about your son, you had me marry him?"Mister Mirza flinches at my words as his expression slips into guilt and deeper sadness. "It was done to save you. Listen to me, your stepmother Naheed was scheming for your execution with Razia over the phone before all of this proposal business. Khalil had overheard them speaking a few months ago and he notified me. I thought I had persuaded Razia to have you as our daughter-in-law instead, I thought we'd fix Imran's life and save yours. But I had no idea of what Razia and Imran's ulterior motives are!"My stomach churns in complete unease over the knowledge he's imparted. I feel as if I'm being suffocated by his words alone. My hands tremble, my palms developing clammy. I slide a finger under my hijab below my chin to loosen it. Mister Mir
HAZEL- It's been 24 hours since Mister Mirza revealed to me such devastating details of the webs of deceit I am tangled in.I haven't slept all night, there are bags under my eyes and my clothes are as disarrayed as the day Imran abused me.Khalil implored me to eat the food he would sneak away into my room but it was left untouched.I haven't even taken a brush to my hair and nor a bath. I don't know when it occurred but I ended up drifting into a restless nap eventually. I dreamt the same dream where my mother's voice admonishes me to hold tight to the rope of Faith. I awoke with a jolt of loud music booming from downstairs along with scores of voices hooting and laughing.Imran is probably having a party now that Mister Mirza's away for a day.My tummy aches from the lack of food and my tongue feel extremely parched from the lack of water. I rub my eyes for a few seconds thinking over the fragments of my dream.Immediate guilt washes over me for the reason that I have not heeded my
My shoulders stiffen at the sound of Imran's angered voice. I turn around and find the guy who was making out seconds ago is actually him.He's glaring up at me with complete vexation. The scantily dressed girl continues to grind on him as she monotonously peeks at me from under artificial eyelashes."Shut that fūckin window now!" Imran barks.Without a word, I slide the window pane down and then began to walk away when he addresses me again."Say hello to my girlfriend, Nasirah" he orders."Hello." I glumly state and she only throws me a dirty look."Bįtch! You thought you could steal Imran away from me?" She snaps."You can have him," I mutter under my breath."Hazel madam! Help me! Please help!!" Khalil shouts in despair as he hastily enters the lounge from the kitchen.His clothes are a tattered mess and he's suffering from a black eye. As he gets closer to me, he falls at my feet. Cigarette burn marks are trailing his arms.Promptly I reach down and pull him to his feet. "Khalil,