|Truth and What?|

"Well, your beloved father is sick bast-" Saad was cut off by an annoyed Sheza who said.

"Can you stop cursing," she internally rolled her eyes after advising him in some manner.

"Don't cut me off hijabi," In a fit of rage, he spat out his words, causing her to fall into an uneasy silence.

"So, where were we, yeah, your father has done something awry in my company, and it made a huge loss, and after he heard that his shitty doing are caught so he ran away with his family, leaving you in that sick house alone,"

With a sly grin, he recounted her father's so-called "achievements," dripping with mockery and sarcasm, leaving her feeling utterly belittled.

Sheza felt so shameful and embarrassed, that a lone tear made its way out of her eyes, she hung her head in shame and closed her eyes with tears collapsing on her hijab.

"But, still, how can he leave, a teenage girl in that house alone, that area is not even that civilized properly," he complain to her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a deep ache in her heart as she grappled with the harsh reality. Her father's criminal life weighed heavily on her, and the callous destruction of another's property left her in profound despair, struggling to comprehend such an ungrateful and heartless act.

While she was busy thinking, she neglected to notice that someone was in front of her and admiring her facade.

It was Mr Saad.

He admired the little features of her face, her forehead covered with hijab and her thin brown eyebrows, with now teary bambi eyes, her red small button nose and lastly her pink now got red from nibbling them for a long time.

She was glowing in the darkness, like an angel. Her complexion was flawless, radiating a natural, healthy glow that seemed to capture the essence of beauty.

He was lost in her covered beauty.

But his thoughts were cut off by her soft frail sniffing sound.

"S-so, n-now what y-you w-will d-do with me," she shuttered while looking down.

"What do you want?" he asked while darkly boring eyes his eyes on her pretty face.

"Freedom," she said clearly while lifting her eyes to stare at him.

"What if I don't give you, what you will do?" he asked again.

Sheza sniffed and answer.

"I will leave it to my Allah, he will choose the right path for me," she confirmed it loud.

"What if he didn't show you the path?" he questions.

"That will never happen," she looked into his eyes and state it with confidence.

"Allah always shows the right path and never lets his beloved down, he is with us in our all ups and downs, he adores us to unexpected extents, he is a listener to our pleases, he is what we should be inspired from, in this world he gives us hints, it is up to us, how we use his hints and choose the right path,"

Sheza stated with pure faith and enthusiasm for Allah.

Saad looked at her with sudden fondness and devotion for Islam in his stone-hearted Heart.

"You know, you could be a good speaker, giving inspirational speeches and all, you know, it could spread Islam in other hearts," he acclaimed her.

Sheza turned red after hearing his praises. And muttered a small 'thank you'.

Saad chuckled at her red cheeks, making her face more like a tomato.

"Umm, so you gonna leave me or hostage me here, till my Father confesses his crime?" she hesitantly states her word while looking down at her lap.

As she detected the subtle shuffling sound, her gaze lifted, catching Saad's retreating figure. She made no attempt to halt him, choosing instead to remain silent, her thoughts and emotions swirling in the unspoken moment.

Because she got her answer.

She teared up.

→After two hours→

It had been two hours since he went from here, and she got her answer from his quiet avoidance.

She teared up thinking how her family could do this to her, how could they leave her like that, it was not her fault, this was a pure nightmare to her, and she could not think straight, her head was spinning with so much thought running in her mind, then.

She decided that she would escape from there.

She looks down and in a whiff of a second her teary look changes into a confident look. She examined the guards and saw them darting their sights in front, she took this chance and tried to alleviate her hands from the death-tight grip of the ropes.

Nonetheless, nothing happens, instead, she wound her wrist ferociously, and her skin was very delicate and sensitive, even though she had been abused for many years. Still, her skin was like a baby, so soft and fluffy.

Blood rushed from her bruise wetting the harsh ropes around her delicate small wrist.

Still, she continued her process, while someone entered the room without being noticed by her.

The person stood in front of her and cleared his throat.

"Ahem!"

Sheza paused, her head was hung down in the process of opening the ropes. Her eyes widened and the moment of her body froze.

She slowly looked up and smiled sheepishly while tilting her head cutely.

"So, what was hijabi girl doing, huh," apparently, he was Mr Saad. His voice was hard and stern making her feel shivers in her body.

"a-a, me... Nothing... Yeah nothing-g, hehe," Sheza shuttered badly while looking down.

Saad gazed at her with his dark orbs, making her shudder in fear.

"So, for your answer, here," he said while handing her some paper, she looked up and saw him forwarding her some paper.

"Stupid! Open my hand first," she thought in her mind while looking at him annoyingly again.

She looked at him with a done face and said in a sarcastic manner.

"Can you please mind opening my hand to hold your 'answer'?" she battled their eyes innocently.

"Oh, sorry, my hijabi," with that he went behind her, leaving a stunned Sheza, who was shocked by his mere words.

He went behind her and crouched down on the chair deck and opened the ropes by himself, you heard right himself, the guards were again shocked and Saad rocked... "....." Sorry.

So the guards were shocked because he, the Great Junaid, never touch his victims kept in his basement but the girl is being an exception.

Saad took her smoll, delicate wrist in his big rough hands and caressed the wound that was covered in dried blood.

He approached with regal grace and took his seat upon a throne-like chair, where Sheza extended her delicate hands, brushing her fingertips over her wounds, emitting a faint, dignified hiss in response to the sensation of pain.

"Ok, now check the papers, hijabi," Sheza looked at the paper and go through them and discover that...

Those...

paper were...

Of contact Marriage...

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