His Redemption

CHAPTER 14

ANWAR'S POV

"Were you able to find anything about her" I ask the person on the other side of the phone, "No, sir am sorry but it seems like we're looking for a ghost, there aren't any records of your wife apart from those of eleven years ago" Assad my private investigator replies back with a hint of frustration in the way his tone comes out, well I guess we're both frustrated. Assad due to for the first time in his entire life he isn't able to find a person or a single detail about them while, am frustrated because the woman I love has been alive this whole time and not knowing what kind of life she's living in today. Is she married and does she have any kids. My fist ball into fists and anger surges all over my body just the thought of someone else touching my woman makes me so enraged.

Granted I have no right over her since am the one who left her, who didn't believe her when she was begging me to trust her. Sighing I move my left hand and use it to run over my hairs while my right hand is still holding the phone.

"Sir, just give me the next 24 hours am pretty sure I'll find something that can entail on where she is or on what happened after she had been put in the ambulance after the explosion occurred" Assad requests in a hopeful tone "fine am giving you 24 hours and nothing more" I impatiently answer him on his hopeful request.

I just can't let her go, I know I don't deserve her, I know am not worthy of her anymore not that I was before but I just need her in my life. For the last eleven years I wasn't living rather I was just existing going through the motions just like a student that has to follow the school's laid down time table.

Getting up from my office chair and start to walk through the door with my phone in my hand I make a beeline towards the front door passing by the corridor guards and maids.

Once am out of the front door, "Sir, would you like me to escort you or would you prefer to be alone?" one of the guards positioned on the front door asks as he sees me walking towards the path that leads to the forest. As my news house is positioned in the middle of the forest a few miles from the town. Who knew buying this part of the area could one day be useful. "No, just keep doing what you were doing, I'll be taking a stroll alone" I answer the man back referring to his previous question.

I automatically close my eyes as am breathing in the fresh air. I bought this land eleven years ago, I wanted it to surprise Nazreen with it. Because I knew my woman loved nature, she found happiness in the smallest things, she had the purest heart and when she smiled it was the most beautiful thing as her green-bluish eyes twinkle with a shine in them.

Now am stuck in a void full of regrets and self-hatred. I don't know what I'll do when I find her, I just hope she can forgive me. I can't stand the thought of seeing her hatred towards me from her beautiful eyes. But no matter what happens when I find her, am not going to leave her, I sure as hell am going to grovel, I'll be the man that she deserves. One thing is for sure when I find her am never ever going to let her go again.

With each step that I take, I move further from the house and enter deeper into the forest. I don't know what kind of magic this place, whether it's the thick trees, the flowers or the weather but I find myself feel at ease and at peace. It gives me the feeling of belonging. As I keep on walking. It's like something is pulling me deeper into the forest. This part of the property is not secured by the wall that surrounds the property at the front and on its sides.

Suddenly a snapping sound fills the silence making me turn on my left side "Who is there?" I ask loudly as my right hand pulls out my handgun from the holster. Nothing answers back making me think that it might be a squirrel or some other animal.

But then I hear footsteps walking near me. This time I move towards the nearest tree and hide behind it whilst keeping my eyes on the direction of where the sound came from. Granted that this part of the woods does not belong to me. It belongs to some woman that no one has any idea of and I know this because before moving here I wanted to buy this part of the forest but I couldn't because it had already been sold and when I asked for the details of the current owner, I was denied due to something about client privilege.

From afar I start to see a figure moving but at a slow pace. The figure keeps coming closer and closer and am able to determine that the person is walking while keeping its eyes downwards. It is when the person is near that am able to know that it's a woman and a Muslim as her head is covered with a hijab as well as her face with a mask, she's got on a long shapeless green dress with a large coat covering her and a scarf as well as her legs are covered with boots. The parts that aren't covered with clothes are her hands, the proportion of her face that isn't covered with a face mask. But even from a far I can still see her milky white skin. I don't what's going on within me but my heartbeat increases and the ache that am constantly feeling after knowing the truth of what actually happened eleven years ago lessens and I feel all these just by looking at this woman that I don't know.

But what catches my attention is the walking stick she's using, that's when I notice that she's limping. As she's near the tree am hiding in, I see her free hand, the one that's not holding her walking stick moves towards her mask and moves it down revealing her face. Making me lose all the strengths that I have. My knees go weak and I fall down, my heartbeat increases at an alarming speed. My vision becomes clouded as tears start to gather in them and my body starts to shiver.

But the woman seems oblivious to what's going on as she turns her head upward and smiles care freely to the beautiful scenery that surrounds her, the smile that am familiar with. Then she turns to the direction of where I am at but she doesn't see me. But I see her and am able to see the pain and suffering that flashes into her green-blue orbs. Something on her face catches my attention again and it's a scar, anguish feels my entire being.

My tears start coming out, my mouth moves to say the words but only silent sobs escape and the woman walks away. She keeps moving with her limp towards the way heading to town.

And that's when am finally able to utter her name "Nazreen"