My body became cold as ice and I started sneezing a little.

So remaining in this damp lahenga only will deteriorate my condition.

So seeing no other means I decided to change into his clothes.

I took them and went to the washroom to change into them.

The moment I wore the t-shirt a wave of strong cologne hit me which made me dizzy for a second.

The t-shirt reached my mid thigh and the trouser was so long that it was kissing the ground. So I folded it around my waist so that I could walk freely.

My height was 5.3". It couldn't be called that short. But that jerk was very tall just like a boogeyman from an animated movie.

I laughed loudly seeing my damp wedding lahenga on the floor. Girls usually cherished
their wedding attire and keep them safe for their generations as a memory.

But for me if possible I want to burn them immediately. I wish all this happening is just a nightmare. The moment I wake up from it I'll be in my hostel busy studying.

I'm not able to pray and make dua for my father's well being here. A lone tear escaped my eyes thinking of my father. How much he is suffering because of me.

Will my Marshmallow be fed? My poor child.

The door opened all of a sudden and made me go back to reality. A woman in an abaya and niqaab entered the room with a try of food in her hands.

"Sir told you to eat. If you don't he told me to make you eat by forcing" she said.

I feel like vomiting rather than eating anything.But I don't want to waste my energy as I'm already feeling lethargic.

I tried to eat but I could not as a wave of nausea hit me.

I rushed to the washroom to puke but nothing came out of me. Suddenly a plan came into my mind. Will I succeed?

"Whatever, just try it for once " a voice said in my mind.

I called the woman to bring a glass of water for me here.
The moment the woman leaned to give me the water I hit with all my strength in the back of her neck.
It was one of the Taekwando techniques my father taught me when I was little.

She went blackout after a low whimper. I took the glass from her hand so that it didn't break and hurt her.

"I'm so sorry for doing this. But I have to do it" I said looking at her.
I swiftly remove the abaya and niqaab from her and wear it.

I closed the door and acted like I was talking with a person inside.
I took the tray and knocked on the door with a shaky hand.

The door opened and I got out of the room.

"She ate and went to the washroom" I said to a man making a deep voice.
The man nodded and said " Okay. You may go"

I started walking towards the long corridor and looking at both sides in search of an exit.

"Stop!" my steps halted hearing a deep voice.

"You need to wear a long abaya so that I could not recognize my trousers on you, Hazel"

I froze on my place. The trouser came down. How couldn't I notice this!

No I can't go back to that room again. Allah please help.

He came towards me taking strides and removed the niqaab from my face by pulling.

I closed my eyes in frustration.

"You think you can fool me little lady? What do you take me for?" he said hissing.

"A psychopath, a kidnapper, a jerk, an old man. Happy now? Let me go" I said with a similar passion.

"I said once you can't go anywhere until I'm done with your father. Stop wasting your energy. And should I prove to you whether I'm an old man or not" he said grabbing my chin hard.

"Don't touch me you psycho" I said in a cold voice.

He smirked. Then threw me on his shoulder and started walking towards that room. I was hitting him but didn't budge a little.

At the door one of his men said, "Sorry boss we should have been more cautious"

A sound of slapping echoed in the air which made me flinch.

"This is just a warning to do your work properly. Next time you will lose your head to bow it down for me" he said gritting.

Then he took me into another room which was adjacent to the previous one. The room was in a grey theme and all furniture was black which was giving a chill in my body.

He put me down and said, "You asked for this, right? Now prepare to stay with me in this room"

I looked at him in horror.
"Take me back to the previous room" I said in an urge.

"Now you are afraid, ha? I gave you a lot of freedom but you don't deserve it. Now sit or lie down like a good girl. Don't disturb me. Or you won't be able to take the consequences" he said working his laptop sitting on the couch.

I screamed internally in frustration.
I looked around the room to control my anger.
I was surprised to see a prayer mat in the room.
This man really prays?

I walked to him.
"What now?" he said without diverting his gaze from the laptop screen.

"I need a scarf or duptta. I need to pray"

He looked at me averting his eyes from the laptop.
Then he called someone to bring some clothes for me.

About 15 minutes later a man came on the door with some shopping bags.

Sarfaraaz handed me the bags and told me to get changed and pray.

Thank god. Allah gave him some brain not to argue over this.
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I may be cruel but I can't object if she wants to pray.
So I called someone to buy some decent clothes for her.

She came changing into a lavender color salwar kameez suit.
Her entrance gave this dark themed room a fresh vibes. Just like when the ray of sun peeps through the windows makes a room lively.

I saw her start praying so I removed my gaze on her and started doing my work. I choose to do home office because of her.

I own a software manufacturing company along with my underworld business.

I started my company 7 years ago in Hungary as I grew up there. I opened a new branch in this country after my return. I needed enough power to get my revenge. I wanted to come back years ago but my uncle who adopted me and my sister stopped me coming here.

He didn't want me to destroy my life in the game of revenge. Little did he know I already lived all these years as a living dead in memories of my parents.

I came back 8 months ago to get my revenge on Hussein but in an accident I lost my world which kept me living all these years six months ago. My little sister, Safina, I lost her.

I wish I could die at her place. Then I don't have to burn in the thirst for revenge on each passing day. But I have to go on living to raise my nephew, Muneeb and get my revenge.

I heaved a long sigh thinking will I be able to raise my nephew alone. He'll be deprived of motherly care.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realized she already finished her prayer.

I saw her in front of me fidgeting her fingers.

"Can you please let me see my baba? I'll just see him for a glance and come with you without making a fuss" she pleaded.

I was astonished at her words.
"Do you forget your situation? Or you still think that you are in your hostel" I said standing.

"Please let me see him for once. I'll not do anything. You can release me whenever you please" she said taking my big palm in her tiny ones.

I felt a pang in my heart for a second but I didn't let it last for long. I detached my hand from hers with a jerk and said, "Just because I let you pray you really think I'll fulfil your every demand?"

"Aj agar woh mar bhi jay phir bhi tumko jaane nehi dunga, samajh gayi ho tum?" I said in a cold voice.
( Even if Hussein dies today I won't let you go, have you understood?)

I saw tears in her eyes at my words.
"I feel pity for your parents who have a heartless son like you" she said. Her voice dripping hate for me I could understand that very well.

Her words awakened the beast in me. How dare she talk like that?
I pushed her against the wall hard and said gritting my teeth, "Yeah. I've not only become heartless but also an orphan because of your father"

I stormed outside the room and said to my men"Tie her and shut her pretty mouth. Don't let her eat anything until I say".

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It was 8 pm at the evening.

Taniya was tied in a chair in that dark cold room. Her mouth was shut by a cloth tightly. She tried screaming at first and tried to free herself. But it was all but a futile attempt.

She was feeling feverish and chilly. All she could do is to cry silently as eyes were only free and let out low whimpers. Slowly she realized that she was losing her sense as her eyelids became heavy.
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Sarfaraaz made a mess in his office after coming from the secret house. There were broken glasses and vases everywhere. A lot of documents scattered on the floor.

He cut his palm in between this occurring which he didn't even realize. It has become a deep cut while blood oozed from it trailing to his forearm. It has become dried though.

He didn't care about it a bit. Her words circling in his head along with his father's last words.

"Believe me Saliha (Sarfaraaz's mother). I swear to my Allah I never did such a sin. I never snatched the rights of those innocent people. They falsely accused me. I was framed"

A phone call get him out his thoughts.

"Sir. Will you come here today? Bhabi..I mean girl we kidnapped still hasn't eat anything..so what should we do?" Rahat, one of his closest person said.

He sighed and replied, "I'm coming".

On the way he talked with his nephew who was demanding him to come earlier as he was missing his Mamu ( Maternal Uncle).

He told him to eat early and wait for him in the bed. He will come earlier today. His mood is also gloomy. So he wanted to spend some time with the reason of his living, his nephew.

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He entered the room and switched on the lights. What he saw shooked his core a little.

Tania was tied in a chair. A cloth was used to tie her mouth tightly. Her head was tilted at her right shoulder. Looks like she is sleeping.

He strode towards her and looked at her from the close. She was looking so fragile. Her long eyelashes was wet and stuck to her cheeks. Tears dried in her cheeks. She was breathing slowly.

He lightly shaked her shoulder but she was not waking up. He jolted her again but with more force. But she didn't even budge a little which made him a little worried.

He touched her face only to feel a burning sensation. She has a high fever! She lost her sense too!

He hurriedly untie the ropes around her and the cloth too. A mark has fromed in lower cheeks.

He called doctor in a second.

No. Nothing should be happen to her. Not before he fulfil his revenge atleast.

He made her lie on the bed and removed the dupatta on her.

He bought a wet towel to wipe her face, neck and her hands. Seeing her shivering he covered her with a blanket.

He cursed the doctor under his breath for coming so late.

The doctor finally came and checked her.

He said that she fainted because of malnutrition and fatigue. Her fever made it worsen.

He gave her an IV drip and some meds. He said that she will come in her sense in an hour.

Sarfaraaz pulled his hair in frustration. He felt guilty and angry on himself at the same time. He shouldn't have to feel guilty for his enemy's daughter. He should have to feel nothing, even if she dies too, right?

He called the nanny of Muneeb to make him sleep as he won't be able to come home earlier.

He sat at the corner of the bed and looked at her fainted self. She is actually a beautiful woman though he hate to admit it. Though her face was pale her button nose was slightly red which made her look more innocent.

He tucked the unruly hair strands from her face. Then he leaned against the headboard of the bed.

She stirred a little after some minutes and slowly said, "Water"

He quickly bring a glass of water from the side table where he already kept foods for her.

He made her seat through the support of his shoulder and let her drink the water.

After drinking water she open her eyes and looked at him.

"Why the hell you are helping me? When I'm in this condition only because of you" she said whispering as she is still weak. Her hazel eyes were red and shooting daggers at him.
She tried to remove the IV from hand but he stopped her.

"If you get sick to whom I'll vent my anger, Hazel? If you want to know about your father condition you must obey me. Am I clear?"

She pressed her lips in anger and inhale a deep breath. Then exhaled slowly folding her fingers into her palms.

"Okay. Please tell me how he is" she said more like pleaded.

"I'll but you must eat and take these meds before this" he said.

She nodded.

He stopped her IV drip and bought the foods for her.
She started eating with no objection and took the medicines too.

"I kept my words. Now please tell how he is " she asked in a urge.

"Well. He is alive still in the ICU for observation. He came to his senses in afternoon but got unconcious again"

"Don't worry about him. He must live to see his golden reputation being razed. Falling of his business and so on" Sarfaraaz added.

Tania grabbed his tie and said, "Making him fighting with death is not enough for you? Still you want to hurt him more. Didn't you have any humanity left in you?"

He grabbed her hand to remove from it from his tie.

"Your hand.... has blood on it. Did you cut yourself?" she said loosening her grip from his tie which surprised him.

He looked at his hand and saw she is telling the truth. He has a cut on his palm.

"You need to disinfect it before it becomes worse" she said touching his hand.

This girl is not in her sense, right? Why she is caring about it?

Taniya realizes his gaze on her. She leave his hand immediately.

"I'm a medical student. I'm saying this to you because it's in my nature" she said quickly.

Yeah. This must be true. Why the hell a captive will sympathise her captor otherwise? He thought.

That's all for today. See you in the next chapter 🤍.

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