His Redemption

CHAPTER 15

NAZREEN'S POV.

A sense of dread overcomes me as I turn around trying to see what or who is following me. Moving my eyes around the mass of trees trying to find even a slight clue what is after me. However much to my relief I find nothing.

I've been feeling for over a couple of weeks now that someone is following me, watching me. I don't know whether am stating to get paranoid or someone really has been doing it and it all started when I passed through the forest heading to town for my monthly shopping since Aziz was not here to bring them to me. When I had been passing through the forest, I felt my heartbeat increase, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

I didn't know why I felt that but I felt a sense of peace and security, something that I haven't felt in a really long time. I just found myself at peace. Honestly, it just doesn't make sense because suddenly from that moment on I feel this constant feeling of belonging.

Taking a deep breath, I turn my head and start to walk back to my house with a breeze blowing out my clothes and hijab. As the breeze blows over shacking the trees and blowing the leaves that have fell down from the tees all dried up that whenever I step on them they break easily.

Losing myself in my thoughts as am currently experiencing a writer's block and I can't seem to find any ideas on how can I finish the rest of the book and still make it decent as I've got a deadline to meet and my publisher has been calling me non-stop. Every time when I pick it up am met with the same question of how far I've reached, how many pages I've I written so far.

A sound of a twig snapping has me turning around, dread overtakes, my body starts to shake and my breath starts to become labored as my heartbeat escalates. Before I know it am starting to lose conscious. No I can't let this happen my inner voice speaks out. Soon enough I lose my strength to walk and end up falling down.

I keep on fighting trying to stay conscious willing my body to move as darkness starts to fill my eyes. I just hope there's no one and am only panicking for no reason at. As darkness clouds my eyes and my mind starts to become blank. It's when I start to feel something hard and strong lifting up into the air. Trying to open my eyes I only come to see a blurry view. I trying to look at why is something hard carrying me, moving me. Its only when I look up and meet with the dark eyes, the eyes that I know so well and hoped to never see again that's when I completely lose conscious and let darkness overcome me but not before whispering "Ya Allah, please help me".

ANWAR'S POV

"Ya Allah, please help me". Her whisper of plea had me tensing and feel pain like no other in my heart. As I now know that she thinks I'll hurt her. I honestly regret what I've done to this strong courageous woman. 

Looking down at the woman that am carrying. I feel nothing but sadness, anguish heartbreak and anger. Anger on myself for hurting her, anger on myself for not believing her, anger on myself for breaking her and deep down I know there's nothing that I'll do that will ever bring her back.

I've been following her for over three weeks now. I've been doing it since I woke in my house after being found by my men unconscious in the forest.

And when I did I found Assad's email with full report of my beautiful flower, my Yasmin. I know I've no rights over her, I know am no longer the person that she'll love nor trust but I just can't stay away from her these past eleven years have been a pure torture without her. and now that I know she's a live and closer to me. Am going to do my damn best to protect her even if it's from afar.

Walking down the familiar path that I know heads to her house with a strawberry smell filling my nose every time the wind blows. In which I know it's source is from the delicate flower that's in my arms.

Settling her down in bed, then I pull the duvet over her body leaving her face uncovered. As I stare at her my thoughts run back to the investigation file that's currently on top of my office table. The file that shows who is the actual mother of Ayan and it's definitely not Humayra. Just thinking of that god awful bitch, makes me want to resurrect her from the dead so that I can torture her over and over until she begs for mercy.

I just can't believe that she tricked me all these years and how she had done it so effortless. Sighing as I move my right hand and run them through my hairs and my eyes still on Nazzy, my woman, my angel, my queen and the woman who owns me. I bend down and kiss her forehead then I make my way out of her house but before leaving I make sure that all the guards that I had Stationed for her protection are In place. 

As i make my way through the path that i had recently hired professional to curve that's between my property and Nazreen's property.  tilting my head upwards looking at the trees that are shaking due to the wind as the cold start to seep into my body only one thought runs into my mind and that is How will i be able to tell Nazreen, my beautiful Nazzy that she's the mother of Ayan.