chapter 4

Alishba pov:

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

I frown these are not my curtains I looked around and sat straight. I wasn't in my room. My room. Sounds funny. I shook my head and gape. It was more beautiful than mine. It was themed red 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 a little bit away from curtains.

Where am I? Whose room is this? I got up and suddenly knew who this room belonged to. Rayan. Even the thought of him was sending me over the edge. I decided to go to my room but guess 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 I wasn't in the situation I was I would've actually enjoyed this place. I was suddenly very comfortable in my clothes. I looked at my dress and I squealed. I was wearing a full length silk night gown and my hijab was gone leaving my hair falling down my waist. What the-I don't remember chang-Rayan. That little piece of shit. I hate him. How dare he touch me. I was beyond furious. I will strangle his neck and beat his handsome face-wait, he is not handsome. He is my kidnapper for heaven sake. I let ouf a sigh as headache started forming. I shook my head and looked around. There were two doors. One would probably led to closet. I hope there's more appropriate dress for me. I went to first door and open it. My jaw is litterally on the ground. It was a walk in closet. There was a stand in middle with scares hanging of different colours 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 full dresses. There has to around fifty of each category. This guy is loaded. Maybe when I'll escape I can burrow a few. No, no maybe. I'll definitely escape. To my left were men collection. They were mainly suits. There were cupboards on either side I opened mine to reveal my girly necessities like undergarments, pj's, and stupid night gowns. It's not like I hate them I love them. But I won't wear them in Rayan presence. If my cupboard had 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. My figure 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 it with grey flats.

After a quick shower I changed and fixed my hijab. I sighed sitting on the edge of the bed. What should I do? I laid down and closed my eyes. What would Maher be doing? Did he miss me? I opened my eyes and decided to call Maher. Walking towards the nightstand I looked for my phone. I couldn't find it. Where the he'll is my phone? I remembered. My gown. It was in it's pocket. Dang it. Ya Allah what I did wrong? Please if this is a punishment make it easier. I decided to kill Rayan later. There was a small working table at the corner. Walking over to it I saw couple of books and files on it. I was always interested in the business and books. I started looking through books. They were mostly Islamic books. I was impressed. I didn't knew kidnappers are into religion. I held a book but my eyes caught a name. IMPORTANT. written on a file in bold letters. Putting back the book I thought of checking it. I know I know it was wrong to rummage through others stuff but...I sighed. I shouldn't do it. I turned and sat on the couch beside it. What should I do? They had me locked up in one luxurious room. I try to keep my mind of the files as I focused on the details of the room.

The door suddenly clicked making me jump. 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 not him. Ugh...just whoever this is Allah, goes away. I was lost In the prayer when the curtains were pulled back making me squeal and cover my face.

"Please please please. Don't kill me. I've done nothing, I swear." I waited for the impact but none came. Instead a giggle erupted. I took a peek through my fingers to see a girl about my age. She was looking me with amusement. I uncoveredmy face and give her a sheepish glance. She was beautiful. A little taller than me probably since I'm 5'2 she should be 5'4. She had warm brown eyes. She was wearing Jean with a tunic up to midtigh and a purple hijab. Who is she?

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

"Um....." I don't know what to say. The fact that his brother kidnapped me and married me forcefully or the fact that he did it on my wedding day or that he changed me at night or that he probably had my phone or that my dad knew all of it. The thought of the talk with my dad made my mood sour. He knew. Allah. Shea must've noticed 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 my brother." 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 me what I did and I was laughing like a lunatic. After good five minutes my abs were 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 and smiled. "You're weird. Are you okay?" I laughed again but stopped when I looked her looking concerned. "I'm a mess." My shoulder slumped 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 strong reasons to go this far." I looked her like she was crazy. "And what that reason might be?" She fidgeted from my question and bit her lip. Then she looked me and smiled shyly. "Oh, I changed you at night. You slept like a corpse." She fumbled with her fingers. Nice change of subject. "Don't try to-wait what? You changed me. It was not Rayan!" 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 to me."

Ishra looked me confused. "What did he do that had you so mad. It was just a nikkah." I glared at her. She really don't know what he did. "You're kidding me, right? It wasn't just a nikkah. He ruined my life." Ishra looked me horrified. "He r-raped you." She covered her mouth making me stare her wide eyed. "No no, he didn't raped 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 you forcefully but it's not that bad. You have such an amazing friend, me. I'll help you with everything." I let out a frustrated sigh. I held my temples and massage them. "You really don't understand. I have an endless lost to hate him. First he send anonymous letters and gifts before my marriage. He was stalking me. Than he kidnapped 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 without telling me. And I have no freaking idea why am I here?" By the time I finished I was breathing hard from continuous talking. Ishra on the other hand she had her mouth covered wide eyes looking me. Her eyes glistening and the next thing I knew I was In a bone crushing hug. "I'm so sorry. I didn't knew. How could bhai do this. Don't worry, it will be all okay. I'm here for you." My own tears were now flowing. I clutched my eyes shut. "I miss my family ishra. My dad, bhai, Maher. I miss them all. I want to be with them." She got back and shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint you but you can't go back. You now bhai's wife. And he won't let you go." Somehow her last words made my heartbeat jump. I scowled. What is wrong with me. I'm not his. I'll escape. "What do you mean I'm his. I'm not a property. I won't sit 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. She frowned probably getting that I'm thinking something evil. "Yes? What are you thinking?" Her answer were more like a question I ignored it. I got up and grinned putting my hands on my hips. While she frowned.

"You my friend are going to help me escape." I smirked.

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