Chapter 4: Now You Are Mine

I came back to my senses when I felt another needle on my arm. My head was on something mildly soft, I opened my eyes to find it was that bast**d's shoulder. I quickly moved back. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible but the car door prevented me from creating a distance of more that a metre.

"I am sorry, love, I told them not to inject you with anything unless it becomes absolutely necessary. Don't worry he will pay for it." Armaan reached for my hand which I quickly jerked back.

I stared at him for a moment. Did he just call me love? He was acting like there was nothing unusual about the situation.

It might not be for him.

I looked out of the window to see where we were but I couldn't recognize the place. I quickly looked back at him, he seemed closer than before.

"Wh-where are y-you ta-taking me?" I asked in a quivering voice.

He smiled at me. The nerve of him!

"How is your ankle?" He asked.

If he wasn't going to answer my question then fine I won't answer his.

"Where are you taking me?" My voice was stronger this time.

His smile turned into a smirk as he gestured something with his hand and looked at the driver. The driver nodded and the partition started rolling up.

I was not going to be alone with him so I started getting up but he came even closer and blocked me, we were sitting only inches apart.

I looked at him than back at the partition and back at him. My breathing was getting shallow, I could feel fear settling in my stomach. My lips were dry. I tried to moisten them.

His eyes darted to my lips and I saw them darkening.

Bad move Haya, bad move.

Instead of fighting with me why don't you help me. I yelled at my inner self.

Hit him.

I punched his jaw and quickly moved to the other side of the car. He turned his head to look at me. I can swear I saw anger flashing in his eyes for a few seconds then his smirk came back.

He resembled a predator as he slowly moved towards me. All the while I tried to open the door which was definitely locked. I even kicked it once.

Arman rested one of his arms on top of the leather seats and his other hand was pressed against the door, completely blocking me. His leg was touching mine. I moved back but he covered the small distance in no time. His whole body was turned towards me.

"Please stay away from me." That was when I realized I had tears in my eyes.

The hand on the top of the seat was lifted I immediately shrank back but there was no space. Armaan wiped away my tear. He brushed his knuckles against my cheek, I tried to get away from him but he leaned in further. Our faces were only a few inches apart.

"Please stay away." I repeated my request.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Arman asked in a husky voice.

My head snapped back. Ya Allah what did I do to deserve it?

He was waiting for an answer. I shook my head "N-no." It was a whisper.

"Then do not move away from me." He whispered back.

"W-where are you ta-taking me?" I asked my earlier question with the same quivering tone.

"You will see." He answered with a smile.

He continued staring at me.

"I-I ha-have to be at co-college right now." Dammit can I please not embarass myself.

He chuckled "Love, why are you afraid?"

I felt like punching him for asking that. Yeah it was everyday that I was kidnapped by a freak.

"Your teachers and friends know that you are ill. Your van driver knows that someone else will pick you up and your parents know that you are at college." He seemed happy for some reason but I would have been happier if he was not so close to me.

"A-Arman please m-move back."

His eyes darkened and he leaned in ever closer.

"Say it again." His whispered.

"W-what?" His proximity was making me more nervous and afraid.

"My name. Say my name."

I kept quiet.

"Say it." My heart nearly jumped out of my throat as he yelled at me.

"A-Arm-man." I was scared as hell.

He smirked again.

"Darling, it's Arman not Armaman."

The car halted and I thanked Allah. Arman finally moved back and got out of the car. He walked to my side,opened the door and held out his hand for me. I moved away from him.

"I thought you did not like it in the car." He was still smiling "should I come in then?"

"No." I panicked. Arman held out his hand again but I ignored it and got out. The car was immediately driven away.

Me and Arman were standing in front of the porch of a beautiful house. I could not see how big it was but it was definitely breathtaking. The pillars were carved with beautiful designs and so was the wooden door I saw behind them.

There was a maid standing by the door. As she saw us she quickly opened the door. Arman reached for my hand but I moved it back. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me inside.

I started to struggle but I was no match of his strength so I started shouting. "Stop. Where are you taking me? Stop. I want to go back."

He halted in the foyer. "Are you going to come willingly or not?

Was this guy crazy?

"Leave my arm." I said in a strong voice.

"Okay." He again started dragging me. He was going to take me upstairs but I held onto the rail. Arman looked back at me then shaking his head he came down and lifted me up bridal style and started climbing the stairs.

"No no no." I punched his chest. "No Baba help me Baba."

"Well if he had helped me you would not be in this situation."

We were in a hallway now. Arman opened the first door, walked inside and threw me on the bed.

What the hell is he going to do? I asked myself.

Silly get up from his bed.

I jumped from the bed and moved away from it. Arman started walking towards me with a smirk. God how I hate that smirk!

He was getting near me. I had the wall to my one side and the bed to my other. I jumped on the bed to try to get away from him. The door was still open so I rushed towards it.

Just as I reached it, it was slammed shut. Arman's arms were on either side of me, his hands pressing against the door. I could feel his breathing on my neck.

"Turn around." His whisper sent shivers down my spine but I did not move.

"Love, You are not in a position to disobey me." I sensed a threat in his words.

I slowly turned around. He brought his face closer to mine and stared at me for a minute. His eyes darted to my lips and he started moving closer. I turned away my face so his lips landed on my cheek.

He laughed and moved back creating a safe space between us.

"I want to talk." He smiled again. Why was he always smiling? And why did he scare me so much if he wanted to talk.

I stayed still. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home.

He cocked his head to a side. "If you do not want to talk we can continue this." This? What this? I got my answer as he stared walking towards me.

"No no, let's talk." I panicked.

He laughed and motioned towards the couch. "Sit down." His voice was soft. I sat on the couch. There was a knock on the door. Armaan opened the door and a maid came with two glasses of juice and left. I looked at it suspiciously.

He opened his suit button and sat down next to me leaving a little distance. He was completely turned towards me. His smile was warm it made me want to trust him.

"Drink love, you look thirsty" he saw something on my face and continued. "If I wanted to drug you I have other methods."

Why was he still smiling? I took a glass and finished it in seconds. Damn I was thirsty. Armaan slid the other glass towards me, although I was tempted to take I did not. Even though I was kidnapped I still had some manners left.

I could feel his eyes on me but I was looking at everything other than him. The room was large and well furnished. There were four doors and one huge window with a seat covering it's length. There was a beautiful view there. The floor was made of highly polished wood, the walls were cream coloured. All the furniture was light and dark brown. Everything fitted perfectly.

Armaan's voice startled me "So you know why you are here right?" He asked.

Haya be brave.

I shook my head. "No."

"You are here because of your father."

My eyes snapped towards him and I gave him a deathly glare.

Armaan laughed. "You are looking cute." I turned away.

"So as I was saying you are here because of your father," at this I again glared at him, but he just gave me a smile. "I want to marry you but your father thinks you are too young. I even proposed that they just perform the Nikkah but he still did not agree claiming that it would disturb your studies. He even had the nerve to kick me out of his office."

He went to Baba's office?

"Haya?" I looked at him for the first time I saw him in a sad expression, "I really love you a lot. I want to marry you. I can not spend a second in peace knowing that someone else might steal you away from me. I can not stop thinking about you. I want to hear your voice, I want to talk to you but I can't do it. All because of your father."

Why was he bringing my father into this again and again? "Why am I here?" I asked.

"You are here to marry me." At this my eyes widened.

"You are joking right?"

He took me hands but I quickly yanked them back.

"Haya, I know your father is concerned about your education and I understand that you yourself are concerned about it too. Believe me marrying me will have no effect on your education. And I give you my word that I will never ever forbid you from getting education. You can study as much as you want. But please consider my feelings too. I can not spend another day knowing you are not mine." His voice was soft. I could almost detect a hint of love in it or maybe I had gone crazy.

"I-I can not marry you." I do not know why I was so nervous.

"And why can't you?" His tone was serious.

"Because my father does not want me to marry you." I stated matter-of-factly.

"What about you? What do you want?" His face was expressionless.

"I want what my father wants."

"You are an obedient daughter aren't you?" His smile was back. "I wonder will you make an obedient wife as well. We'll find out soon."

"I said I am not marrying you." I stressed on each word as if he was handicapped.

"And I said you are here to marry me." He mimicked my tone.

I got up and walked towards the door. Just as I reached it Armaan grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. I was in my earlier position pressed against the wall and his arms and body trapping me. "Where do you think you are going?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"Home." I was not going to show my fear now.

"This is also a home love."

I looked him in the eye and said "I want to go to my home. My Baba's home."

"Not before you marry me."

Was this guy for real?

"I am not going to marry you."

"You are going to marry me."

"No I am not."

"Yes you are." Armaan leaned forward.

"No."

"Yes." He came even closer. I think my heart forgot how to work.

"No." I tried to be strong but my heart was betraying me.

"Yes." His lips were so close to mine. His nose was touching the tip of my nose.

"No." It came out as a whisper.

"No."

"Yes." He chuckled then I realized what I had done. Dammit.

"So you have no problem?" He asked as his eyes turned to my lips. My heart skipped a beat. My breathing was becoming rapid.

"No."

"Perfect." He smiled and stepped back. "I will bring the papers and a Sheikh."

"No. No I have a problem."

He seemed irritated which agitated me. I was the one kidnapped. "What is it now?"

"I already told you I am not going to marry someone my father does not want me to marry." I tried to sound irritated.

"Well too bad sweety, your father will not be here to help you." He cocked his head and said in his sweetest voice. "So you will have to do what I want." He started walking towards me. I tried the door handle but it was locked. I moved to the other side of the room.

"Y-you can not force me."

Be strong Haya. Be strong.

"Apparently I can." He took steps towards me. I stepped back.

"No you can not."

He smirked. "Believe me love I can." He was so close. I rushed to get away from him but he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. That's the third time now.

Armaan cupped my face and rubbed his thumb against my cheek.

"Stop." I yelled. "I will not marry you."

His expression turned dark. It was enough to send chills down my spine. He roughly squeezed my face.

"Baby you are going to be mine." All the softness and warmth of his voice was replaced with a chilling dangerous tone. "You can decide how it will be done. You can either sign the Nikkah papers or ..." he looked at me meaningfully. My eyes widened.

"Y-You can n-not do th-th-that." It was hard to speak because he was squeezing my face and also because I had never been so scared in my life.

"Oh I can and I will. So I suggest that you stop being so stubborn."

Hit him Haya.

It did not turn out so good last time.

Then put some effort in it.

I jerked my knee up and hit him. He was surprised so I pushed him and moved towards one of the other doors. Armaan caught my wrist and pulled me to his chest. I tried to free my wrist but he was too strong for me.

"Let go of me." I yelled at him.

"You won't understand right?" His eyes were scaring me but I had to stay strong.

"No." I spat at him.

"Fine I give up." He was calm but There was something on his face that told I was in huge trouble. "If you won't choose then I will do it."

He did not give me a chance to think about his words he ripped off my hijab and threw me on the bed. He took off his suit jacket and shoes. I moved away from him but he used my legs to pull me back and got on top of me.

He was loosening his tie while looking down at me. I started hitting him with my fists at the same shouting at him to stay away but he was neither listening to me nor feeling anything. After he removed his tie he held my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand.

"Leave me. Let go of me." I shouted as I tried to free my wrists.

"Sorry love but I gave you a choice." He leaned forward and whispered in my ear "Now stay still. It will hurt more if you move."

"Nooo." I tried to move my legs but somehow I was unable to do so. "Please stay away from me. Please." My eyes watered. I was trembling badly but he took no notice of it and started kissing my neck.

I again tried to push him off. He was sucking hard on my neck. It was starting to hurt. I moved my head but the more I moved the more he hurt me.

No matter how hard I tried I could not make him stop and he wasn't in the mood of listening to me either. He started unbuttoning his shirt. My hands were free when he reached the fourth button I pushed him but it was useless. His eyes were blazing now.

Armaan bent down and bit my neck. I screamed.

"Fine," he stopped "fine stop I will... I will marry you." Armaan kissed my neck one last time and came face to face with me. The jerk was smirking. I really wanted to slap him but I was not in a position to do so.

He smirked at me for a minute then got off the bed. I quickly followed him and my picked up my torn hijab to cover my head. He buttoned his shirt then put on his shoes and jacket and turned to face me.

"Wait here love and don't try to escape." He touched my nose with his index finger and left the room. I heard a click.

I scoffed "He wants to marry me and he does not trust me." I muttered to myself as I tried to open the window. Well it's not like I was dying to win his trust.

The glass did not move. I could always break it.

Let's leave that as the last resort.

Sure.

I tried the doors. One was locked which definitely led to the balcony. One was a bathroom.

The last one was a huge wardrobe. I bet it was larger than my room back at home. There were shoes for men stacked on shelves. I opened one drawer, it was filled with belts, another with ties and another with watches. There were some sliding glass doors. I opened one to find white dress shirts. I opened another one to find it filled with suits.

I walked towards the bathroom there was only a ventilator there so no escape from there. I looked in the drawers to find a cell phone maybe but there was no such thing there. I had to break the window.

There was nothing very hard there that I could lift. I saw a vase on the bedside table. I picked it up and with all my strength hurled it at the glass window. The vase smashed to pieces but the glass of the window was intact. I hope no one noticed it.

I opened one of the side table drawers then it hit me I was in his room. It must be his house. So his mother must be there. I went to the door and knocked on it. I heard a click and the door opened.

"Oww," my nose hit the door and it was hurting.

"Oh I am sorry Ma'am. I am so sorry." A man in his early twenties was standing there with an apologetic expression. "Are you okay?"

"It's alright." I said rubbing my nose. "It is hurting but you can pay me back." He looked confused. "I want to speak with Mrs... er... umm... Mrs..." what was his last name?

"Mrs Malik?" He asked.

"Yes." I was delighted.

The man gave me a pleasant smile and then his face turned expressionless. "She is not here and won't be back until this evening and if that is all then please rest a little you look pale." He closed the door and locked it.

"Hey open the door. Please open it." I started beating the door with my fists.

The door opened and in stepped the devil himself holding a folder in his hands.

"Everything is ready love. It's time for you to get ready." Armaan reached for my hand but I wasn't having any of that. I moved back. His warm expression changed into a cold one as he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

"Stop being so stubborn." His voice held a threat "I won't be so lenient this time." I shivered I did not know that was called being lenient. "Love do it for your family. I know you love them you don't want anything to happen to them right?"

"You can't hurt my family." Armaan only smirked at it.

"Baby someone can kidnap your sisters just like I kidnapped you but I can not guarantee that they love them enough to offer them marriage. Your precious Baba can get hurt in an accident. It's very normal isn't it? And you my love do you think I will let you just leave if you refuse to marry me?" He let go of my arms and turned his back to me. "If all of that happens tell me where will your family stand? You will have no one to blame but yourself."

I looked at him with disbelief.

"I'll tell everyone to leave." I rushed forward and held his arm

"No no please don't do anything to my family. Please don't."

"I don't want to love I want you to be happy." He caressed my face "but you are making me do it."

"No please don't I'll do whatever you ask."

"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"

I nodded my head. I was thinking of telling the Sheikh He might help me. But unfortunately the bast**rd read my mind.

He pulled me closer to him. "Don't even think about it love." It was a whisper. "We don't want anything to happen to the Sheikh do we?" I looked at him helplessly. He chuckled and let go of me.

Oh how could I forget maybe the jerk invited Khawar Bhai. He wouldn't let anything happen to me.

"I have a beautiful dress for you. Don't you want to change?" I knew I wasn't supposed to answer that question so I kept quiet. Armaan opened the door to let two ladies in. "Now don't give them any trouble. We don't want them to leave you alone with me do we?" His voice was coated with honey but he made sure that I sensed the threat underneath it.

The dress was beautiful and so were the heels. I would have used a better word for them if I was not in this situation. One of the women put some makeup on my face while the other did something with my hair. I have to admit I was looking good. Armaan came out of the wardrobe wearing a new suit.

After the ladies were finished Armaan led me downstairs. I sat on a sofa Armaan sat next to me. I looked around for Khawar Bhai but he was not there. Why would Armaan bring him.

There were five men there other than Armaan. One of them was a Sheikh.

I was just going to speak to the Sheikh when one of Armaan's men who was standing behind the Sheikh showed me a gun and pointed it at him. Now I was terrified. Was Armaan really that dangerous? No one ever said anything bad about him.

The Sheikh saw my eyes and looked back. By that time the gun was gone. The man smiled at Sheikh. He was clueless. There goes my last hope.

I looked at Armaan. He stared back at me and then whispered in my ear. "Don't for a moment think that I won't do it. Say no and neither this Sheikh nor your Baba will stay alive."

My head was spinning. Could he do that? I wasn't willing to take any risks. The Sheikh was saying something but I wasn't listening.

Armaan pressed my hand I looked at him. He gave me a warning look. I said "I do" three times. Then some papers were put in front of me. I signed them.

Armaan got up but I didn't look at him. I was married. I was someone's wife. This was supposed to be an important event of my life. My parents were supposed to be there. I wasn't supposed to be threatened. I was supposed to be happy.

This was all so wrong. I had tears in my eyes. Atleast that part was right no matter what the reason for the tears was.

Armaan came back and held his hand out for me. I simply stared at him. He held my arms and pulled me to a standing position. It was then that I noticed there was no one else in the room.

Armaan embraced me. One of his arms was around my waist. The other hand was caressing my face.

He kissed my forehead and whispered "Finally love you are mine."