His Redemption

CHAPTER 18

NAZREEN'S POV.

I open my eyes only for me to close them again as the sunlight beams over my face coming from the unclosed window. How come is it open while whenever I turn it for the night I always close it. I open my eyes and blink them a few times so that they can get used to the light.

As I start to get up from the bed and pulling the duvet off me while I rake through my mind trying to remember what I did yesterday before falling asleep because I can't remember turning in for the night.

Making my way towards the window with the aim to close it. Pulling the window lock into place it's when I start to remember yesterday's event through my sleepy haze. And one thing sticks out and that is, he is here.

He knows am alive, I start to shake as fear take over me. Moving away from the window I can feel myself starting to have a panic attack, "no... no... no... no... Ya Allah please this cannot be happening to me" I start to speak to myself as my heartbeat increases and not too soon my legs buckle and I fall down on the floor in the middle of my room with my hands covering my head only for them come into contact with my hijab.

And that's when I try to stand and move towards the mirror that's installed on the left side of my room closer my closet. "why... why now... I need to get away" I whisper to myself realizing that am still wearing my yesterday's clothes after looking at myself on the mirror.

"How does he know that am alive and that I live here?... how long has he been following me?... is he here to finally finish what he had started eleven almost twelve years ago?" I loudly ask myself as I pace all over my room with my hands shacking running all over my face.

I need to call Aziz is the only thought that run in my mind. Aziz will know what to do, I start to make my way out of my room and down the stairs to the table that is place near the staircase it's the only place that I always keep my phone since I don't use at all other than a couple of times I have to contact my publishing agency and Aziz.

Picking the phone and unlocking it as I click on the calling application and right on top of the calling log is Aziz's name clicking his name and his phone starts to ring on the other side. About three rings pass and the phone is answered.

"Aziz.... Am scared... he knows am alive and where I live" it's the first thing I say as soon as he picks up the call. "Am coming... just calm down Nazreen... go to the fridge and pour yourself a glass of water and lock all the doors and windows, don't open for anyone until I come...soon I'll be there" he instructs before he hangs up.

I start to pace along the corridor after doing what Aziz instructed me to do.

AZIZ'S POV.

I have drove in all my life like the way I drive my car today, am practically sure that I have broke almost all driving regulations with the speed that am driving at this moment. How was he able to know that, Nazreen's alive and at the exact place she's living at?... Is this the reason he moved near her?... am pretty sure he wants her back.

Soon enough my phone starts to ring as I pick it up without looking, "I know she called you and I also know you are going to try to take her away from me and am not going to let you do that. No matter how grateful I am to you for taking her in and protecting her" the voice from the other side spoke and without a doubt I knew it was Anwar.

"Don't you think you've done enough, let her go Anwar otherwise I'll make sure you'll never see another day" i warn him. However, the mocking laughter that can be heard from Anwar clearly indicates that he isn't taking my warning seriously. "Oh really how are you going to stop me, as I've got you exactly where I want" he says.

"what do you mean?" I ask him, "Am sure Nazreen will be happy to know that you cleared her name by sending me the video but also am sure you are currently updated on the death of Humayra and her horrendous Acts including the one that she's not the mother of Ayaan rather Nazreen is his biological mother" I can feel his smug smile and he is right I know the whole secret since I was able to install a spy among Anwar's men.

"why too quiet Aziz?" he mocking voice asks, "now, before I do something which we'll both regret since I highly respect and value you. I want you not to meddle on my plans" he instructs me "do you seriously think she'll take you back?" I mock him. "am not sure but I'll die trying as this time I won't let anything nor anyone come between me and the woman I love. I made that mistake once, and I spend each day in agony regretting it" he speaks and somehow am able to detect the anguish he feels.

"listen Aziz we both can agree that Nazreen needs to know about Ayaan and we both know that am the only one who can heal her" Anwar suddenly speaks after a long silence. Honestly I know he is right and I know that despite all the fears that Nazreen has, deep inside her heart she still loves him so much and I know that it's Nazreen's right to know about her son and I also owe it to her to get a chance to heal and live again as for these couple of years she wasn't living rather she was only existing waiting for the day she can die.

"Fine, I'll help you but under one condition promise me you won't hurt ever again" I demand "I promise to heal her, love her and filling her life with happiness, Aziz do you think I'll seriously hurt her again, I truly regret the day that I hurt her and caused her pain" he says so quietly that somehow I know he means it.

NAZREEN'S POV.

Forty minutes after calling Aziz, I hear a knock on my front door but am too scared to open it thus as the knocker keep on persisting to be let in by the series of knock. I start to move from the corridor where I was pacing and walk to the kitchen pulling a drawer and take out a steak knife not long my phone starts to ring looking at whose calling Aziz's name flashes and I answer the call.

"Nazreen, it's me knocking can you open the door" he says as soon as I answer the call. Moving from the kitchen to the front door opening it for him and as soon as he enters I hug him covering my face on his chest with his fragrance providing a sense of comfort.

Aziz picks me up without saying a words and shifts us to the living but not before closing the front door. As he sits down on the couch with me on his lap he starts to ask "Nazzy where is your walking stick?" not too soon he adds "please don't tell me you've straining your legs by pacing with your limp" I don't answer him.

Aziz sighs as he pulls my face from his chest and tilts my head to look at him with his forefinger under my chin and then he speaks "Nazzy, I know your scared but there's something I need to tell you and you must trust me" he softly says "do you trust me?" he asks and I nod indicating that yes, I do trust him.

"Nazreen my lovely girl, Anwar isn't here to hurt you" he suddenly says causing me to look at him as shock over takes me "how do you that?" I ask him.

"He's here to take you with him, he regrets hurting you, he wants to heal you and for you to give him a second chance" he declares with his eyes leaving mine and looking everywhere around the room. The way he's acting makes me feel like there's something else he is hiding from me and I voice out my concern "Aziz why do I feel like your hiding something from me".

"I am hiding something and I know why Anwar wants you and why he'll never hurt you because I had spoken to him and I have recently discovered that you and him have a..a..a.." he stammers as he runs his left hand that's not keeping me on his lap through his hairs. He looks so nervous and that's why I ask him "Aziz, what do I have with Anwar?".

This time he gulps the looks at me straight in my eyes as he answers "You and Anwar have a son".