chjapter 3

I opened my eyes and looked around. Where was I? Oh yeah kidnapped. Sitting I looked around and for moment I had to rub my eyes to believe it. Was I really kidnapped?

I was sitting on soft queen sized bed. The room was big no huge maybe ten times my room. It had a blue wall right behind the bed which was the face wall as there was a door in front which, I suppose lead to, outside. Other walls were cream. There were curtains hanging around window. Their color similar to the wall behind me. The window was to my right and there were two doors on my left that I presume lead to closet and bathroom.

My kidnapper must be filthy rich. But if he has generous amount of money and he wouldn't want me for ransom. Then why am I kidnapped? Ya Allah help me. I got up and walked to the mirror. I was still in my dress thank Allah. But my hijab was a little misplaced. I fixed my hijab and decided to escape. What do you expect. As much as I like the room, I still have a family I love and I was going to marry for heaven sake. I was going to escape. I went to the door that probably lead to outside. I held the knob and drew in a breath. I turned it slowly and pulled.

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

I heard a faint voice of azan (call to prayer) I looked at the clock it was asar prayer. I went to bathroom and again was in awe. Jacuzzi my love. It was themed like room blue and cream. It was dark blue just like I like. Odd. I decided to ignore it and did my wazu I which was really difficult in this gown. I got out and fixed my hijab. I decided to peek in closet. My jaw was on ground it was walk in closet with practically everything a girl needs. I looked through it. They were my size. Again odd. I chose a multi colored 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 (prayer you do with your hand raise).

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

Ya Allah, bless my parents and family.

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

"I'm sorry to startle you but you were praying. And i see you made yourself at home. Good for you. After all you'll be staying here from now on." I frowned and all the Ideas of him being beautiful flew out of my mind. I turned to him and walked to him. I was 5'2 and he was pretty taller. I came to his shoulder. I poked his chest.

"Listen, whoever you are. I'm not going to stay here forever and you can bet on that. You think you can kidnap me on my wedding day and expect me accept it with big smile. I will no accept it. I. Am. Going. To. Escape. I will give these clothes back. And most importantly, why am I here?" I finished and blew out breath. He was calmly listening then held my finger pushing it away from his chest and left it. I was glaring at him. He just shrugged.

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

"You are going to marry me." I shook my head. "Pardon me, I think I heard wrong-" he didn'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'll be back." Without waiting my reply he turned and left.

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

Hot tears rolled down my eyes and closed my eyes. Papa where are you? My eyes suddenly flew open. Papa. All of this happened when he left the room and said he was sorry. Allah, he was saying about this. Did he knew I was going to kidnap? How? And most importantly why would he kidnap me? Things weren't adding up and I'm sure as hell missing something big here. I decided to call him cause he was the only one who can tell what's going on.

I got up and went y o my gown. Picking it up I looked for the hidden pocket, yeah I told designer to put one for my cell phone, and it turns out useful. I took out my cell and dialed papa number. After a while when I thought he wasn't going to pick up a husky voice came from other line.

"Hello! Alishba is that you?" My dad warm voice came from other side. I wanted to jump with joy. Now I can finally get out. He'll call the cops and I'll be-

"Alishba, why aren't you getting ready?" His voice got me back and I frowned. "What? Ready? For what? Are you going to get me? That jerk says I have to marry him papa. I don't want that. Help me papa. I want Maher." My voice broke at the end. How much I miss Maher. He'll be devastated.

"I'm sorry princess. I should've told you. And that jerk is going to be your husband. You are to respect him. I don't want any complain. Now get ready." He sounded a little pissed. I got on my feet. "No way, papa. What are you saying? They kidnapped me. I'm not marrying my kidnapper. And they can't force me. It's haram in Islam. You said it papa." I huffed and looked at the bag.

"Why .did they kidnap me? And papa this is a freaking mansion. They are filthy rich. Why would they kidnap me? Papa you are hiding something?" I frowned and waited. He sighed. "Alishba, beta (daughter/child) this is not my place to tell. I'll soon visit you but that is your home from now and family. Try to understand. I didn't want this but I had no choice now. Listen to them." I shook my head tears now flowing down.

"No, no, no papa. What about Maher? I love him. We were going to get married today. I don't want this. Please papa." I begged him. There must be some way out of this. Ya Allah. "I am really sorry. There's nothing I could do. Maher knows you're kidnapped. I'll tell him everything later. Now do what you are told to do. I love you, princess." There was silence on the other line. He was waiting for me to tell him I love him too but I was I shock that I just hung up. I know he'll be hurt. I'll deal with later. Right now I have to escape.

I got up. I am not going to accept it. It's against my will. I went to door and held my ear to it. There was a little whispering. There was somebody out there. They door suddenly clicked and I jumped back before it opened. There entered that jerk who kidnapped me. Why Allah, such great faces have stinky personality? He looked me up and down and closed his eyes. His jaw and fist clenched.

He was angry. Boy, he look even more h-no no. He was my kidnapper. They are not supposed to be hot. They are bad. And you should hate them. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. "I told you tho be ready In an hour." He almost yelled angrily. I flinched back. No one talked to me like that. And no jerk is allowed to it. I clenched my jaw too. I can't no scratch that, I won't marry him. "I'm not marrying you. Period. Now let me go."

"You are going nowhere until you marry me. And I told you you don't talk to me like that. You'll regret it." He warned his eyes darkening. That made me even more angry. "I don't care what you'll do or not. You can't force me. I'll escape." I smirked lightly at the last part. He smirked back and motioned someone behind him to come in. It was imam (kind of a priest). "Oh believe me, if you want to see your family and especially that precious Maher of yours. You'll gladly agree. Now, what do you say?" I looked him in disbelief. My mouth hanging open.

"You can't blackmail me. This is not allowed in Islam." I looked to imam who was watching all of this in silence. "Imam, tell him you can't marry someone forcefully." I glance at the jerk who glared ta imam. The imam looked down and said in low voice. "Rayan is not forcing you." He shook his head. What in the world is going on?

I pleaded defeatedly. "Please, why are you doing this? Let me go." Tears were welling up in my eyes. I blinked them away. Now is not the time to cry. He didn'teven bother. He just held my arm and pulled me towards the couch. He practically shoved me on the couch.

Tears were now flowing. I looked from teary eyes imam was settled too. He started speaking. Aryan Keane towards me and whispered in my ears. "Your lover boy won't suffer if you'll agree to this." He smirked making me clenched my jaw and fist. He straightened. He nudged me when I zoned out. I looked him to glaring at me. I frown In confusion and he motioned towards the imam. I looked him and he was waiting for my answer. I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Qabool hai (I accept)" he repeated it again and I answered the same.

He asked third and last time. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I said the words that were going to change my life from today.

"Qabool hai (I accept)" everyone made dua. Ya Allah, I don't know what my fate holds but help me through this hardship. Make me strong. Help me with this man.

After day they all greeted and got up. They all left leaving me alone. I sank to the couch and curled myself. Tears started flowing out.

I'm sorry Maher. I hate you Rayan . I will never forgive you.

Soon darkness consumed me as crying made my brain numb.