Inspired by a muslimah

chapter 15

Myra's POV

           Ramzaan was fast approaching and every passing day my hopes of being rescued were decreasing. Mr Iblees wasn't really that bad, infact he had even brought me clothes to wear and what surprised me was that they were my size and they were modest.

            You know what he brought me? ABAYAS! It was hilarious to know that he thought we didn't wear anything besides the abayas. He was even shocked to know that we wear jeans and all inside. Currently, Mr Iblees was out and he had asked me to go freshen up and change while he would be coming back in an hour.

           I was about to wear the abaya he brought me when I found the price tag on it. 6000 INR for this abaya! Mr Iblees was being such a dilwala and where the heck did he go buy all this in loss?

        Darn! He sure didn't seem like a local kidnapper. Lol. Looking over in one glance, one could mistake him for some successful businessman. If only they knew what sinister plans he had in that mind of his.

  I personally would think of him as a good person.  Theres just something holding him back from letting his real self out. There sure is something wrong that has happened in his past, why else would someone plan to bomb an entire nation.  Destroying millions of lives like he had killed the other man that day. The day when I had overheard him talking to his men about how he was planning to execute his plan. I had seen him shoot a young lad just because of him doing something wrong. How ruthless he looked that day and now, I had seen a bit of a human in him.

              I heard a knock on the door that broke my chain of thoughts and I quickly threw on the abaya. "Come in", I went and took my position in that hard chair. He had finally untied me and I even knew where the door was but I knew I couldn't possibly escape either way and I think he figured it out too.

         He strided in and took the position in the couch kept opposite me. "Um...I needed a few things" I stuttered, not sure about his reaction.

         "What?", his question was short and curt...looks like I have to deal with Mr ruthless now. Did I mention he had been avoiding conversation with me for a while now. I didn't mind though. It was best for both of us, I being a Muslim and he being Mr Iblees.

            "You know ramzan is gonna start in a few days, right?" "Yes, 3 days to be precise". "What? How do you know?" "Im not oblivious to my surroundings, you know that right? There are preparations going on in every possible place, cucurbita!"

       Wow, I totally forgot about that. Bangalore was sorta famous in India for its ramzan. Every famous street here would be lighted and food stalls are set up in every street. The food is yummy! Wait, did he just call me cucurbita? Wasn't that some curse word in latin?

          "How dare you call me that? I will.....I will...."

      He smirked. "You will what, princess?"

    Basil's POV

              Oops, that wasn't supposed to slip from my mouth. How could I call her princess of all words. I used to call 'her' that. The one I loved. My life. How could this little muslim take her place, never! How much I tried to avoid her? I couldn't betray my love. I know she will be back someday. Afterall, all that I'm doing is only for her. To extract revenge for snatching her from me. She hadn't done anything wrong to anyone. 

It was everyone's fault. They could have saved her that day.......

           "I will do nothing."

My thoughts were disrupted by her sweet...no hoarse voice! Whats wrong with her? She is not someone to just let me win and not give a feisty reply. I decided to not push it any further. Anyway, thinking about 'her' had already switched off my mood. "What do you need?"

             " I need a lot of stuff. Since you are the one who kidnapped me, all my responsibility is on your shoulders. You better get a paper and write them down. You know to write, right?"

           There she was, back to her cocky self. Sarcasm never seemed to leave her.

           "Here, write it down" I passed her a piece of paper And she actually wrote down a long list of items which included the quran, prayer mat, and even some personal stuff which is gonna embarass me, if not her!

              "And don't forget to carry the quran with respect and do not let it fall.", she said, more like ordered. What am I? Her kidnapper or her personal bodyguard!