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   Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah. Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah.
Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah. Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah.

(God is Great! God is Great! God is Great! God is Great!
I bear witness that there is no god except the One God.
I bear witness that there is no god except the One God.
I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of God.
I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of God)

Hearing the peaceful Azaan (call for Prayer) coming from some distant mosque, I lift my head, throbing with pain and try to get up from the floor where I had passed out due to immense crying.

The room is still dark but a small circular shadow of  twilight out of a small circular ventilater appears on a wall, summoning the arrival of morning. My head sways  when I stand on my feet on the floor so I swiftly steady myself, putting a hand on the wall.

One night has passed away,
Far from my home,
Far from comfort zone of my mother.

Mmm... mother!

The thoughts about my mother and home begin to kill my nerves and I again feel the evil darkness clutching my throat. Helpless tears stroll down my eyes as I picture the moving face of my mother. I drag my fingers down my face in  as I give out loud  shrieks in frustration.

  “Open this damn door and let me out.” I bang the large wooden door with my fists, with all the force.

“ For God's sake open this door and let me out.” I shriek, cry and beat the door, not caring about the pain shooting through my hands in the process.

“ Or at least let me call my mother. Le....t mm… e t.. ell her tha.. t he.. r daugh... ter is ff...ine. She mm.. ust be wo.. rried.” The hiccups swallow my words as I try to speak through the closed door.

“Open this damn door.” I cry out louder this time shaking the door by holding its chains.

“ Ay bibi (Madam) ! Silence. Why are you spoiling our comfort early in the morning, Ay?” A bombarding voice and knocking from the other side of the door startles me for a moment and I shut my mouth.

“ Let me out. I need to talk to your boss.” I speak again, controlling the shaking in my voice.

“ Boss is out for some business matter. Now don't shout again, or I will shut you up for eternity.” His snarling voice comes from the other side of the door and I sense that he would really chop me into pieces if I don't shut up now.

I drag my feet backwards and sliding down a wall on the floor, I wrap my arms around me and duck my head down, looking at the floor.

" Oh my Allah help me. I call you for help my Allah Almighty." I sob in anxiety seeking help from Allah.

Suddenly my eyes fall on the pitcher of water which was full. I move towards it and perform ablution with its water.

Then I prostrate to Allah offer the prayer, with a hope that I am not alone, Creator, Protector, Allah Almighty is still with me.

' This was all my own fault. I should not have come alone... But I wanted to save Sumbul. Sumbul. Ya Allah You are the only one who can help me and her. Please keep her safe.' The thought of Sumbul in trouble brings the tears again at the brim of my eyes and I squeeze my eyes, letting them roll down my cheeks.

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The big wooden door is opened with a loud thud and light flashes inside the dark small room piercing my eyes. I move my hands to my eyes in a swift motion to control the intensity of the light so that I can get used to it and see clearly.

I move my hands down from my eyes and see in shock, the two figures marching towards me. The moment they approach near me, I push myself back further in the dark corner where I have been sitting for hours. Before I can scream to not touch me they lift me up from the floor and begin to drag me out of the room. I struggle against their heavily built bodies and grind my teeth in anger but don't utter a word because the crying and screaming of last hours had left my throat stinging.

“ Where are you dragging me to?” I squeak a little, hoping to get an answer back.

“ You will know very soon.”

I shake my head at their answer and hope for something less than terrible, waiting for me.

They drag me through the large halls, few dark few illuminated alleyways, swirling stairs, just like they show in movies and finally deciding on giving up the tour of the haveli they were giving me, they bring me inside a bedroom. Which is furnished with expensive furniture and decorated with animal's paintings and show pieces.

They bind my hands at my back before leaving the room, closing the door from the outside. I sense the terror but can not do anything except staring at the empty room.

After a while I see a sudden moment in a curtain, and it is dragged aside revealing a head I badly want to knock off his torso.

“Iiiiirfaaaaaan.” I pounce at him, but he dodges aside before catching me from behind.

“Ssssshhhhh. No shouting my love. No shouting.” He slightly touches my quivering bottom lip with his thumb and I feel awful. I part my lips a little and the moment his thumb touches the ridge of my teeth I bite his thumb violently.
He shrieks in pain shooting back his hand, breaking away from me.

“You bitch.” He moves with a flashing speed and slaps me with all his might. Not being able to keep myself steady I fall on the carpet like a stone and groan in pain. My face is red and burns due to the slap and my body aches like its bones are crushed.

“ What do you think you are? Hun?” He bends over me and pulls at my hair, lifting my head. I yelp in pain and try to blink back my tears.

“You...... are..... a.... coward.” I speak through my gritted teeth before spitting on his face. He flinches back in abhorrence before wiping the spit of his face.

“You think I am a coward? Hun? You have not seen yet, how much of a man I am.” He smirks his filthy smirk.

“ You are a coward. A source of shame for men.” I snarl at him.

“ You don't have to snarl. You brought this onto yourself. I didn't kidnap you.”

“ Huh! Yeah! Because you are a coward. You tricked me to come here by kidnapping her because you knew that she is easy to manipulate.”

“ Haha. Well you call this cowardice, but I call it intelligence.” He smirks at me again, and I give him a dirty look before looking away.

“ Why are you doing this to her and to me?”

“ Aww. Are you asking for forgiveness? Are you giving up my feisty Arzu?” He mocks at me.

“ Shut down the trunk of your imagination, Irfan. And tell me why are you doing this to a woman who loves you.”

“ She doesn't love me. She only loves my money.”

“ This is not true. She does love you.” I try to fix his nonsense brain.

“Well....even if she loves me, I don't love her.” He smirks with a glint in his eyes as he sees the shock on my face.

“You bastard.” I yell at him.

“ No no no. No bad language. Good girls don't use bad words. Ssshhh. Haha haha.” He pulls me up from the floor and puts a finger on his lips looking into my eyes and standing gives out a laugh which echoes in the room.

“ Why you brought me in here? What do you want?” ask him keeping my voice normal.

“ Just a minute.” He winks at me before shouting.

“ Bring her here.”

A few minutes later the door is opened and a man steps in carrying an unconscious woman in his arms. He comes near the bed and lies her down carefully.

“ S... Sumbul.” I run towards her, but he catches me in the midway, holding me back again.

“ You asked me what do I want? Right?” He whispers in my ear. I nod in response.

“ Well. You will have to be mine. Give yourself to me.” He whispers his dirty voice in my ear and drags his lips on my ear lobe. I squirm in disgust and stomp on his bare foot. His grip is loosened a bit, but he doesn't let me break away.

“ Insert this thing in your mind, Arzu that if you don't listen to me, you won't be able to save your dear cousin sister.” He leaves his hold on me and turns me towards him so that I can face him. He holds warning in his eyes and voice for me.

I watch him and Sumbul in silence not knowing anything else to do. He smiles at me before twisting his mustache.

“ Good. Think. But don't overthink because you don't have any other option. “ I move my face to the side looking in a mirror on the wall.

'Now what will happen next?' It is the only thought ringing in my mind.

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TO BE CONTINUED.......
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