Captive

Chapter- 8

A man in his early 20s was walking on the street aimlessly. He has no idea where he was going. His mind was clouded by someone. A girl.

His drooping eyelids, downcast dark brown eyes, lowered lip corners, and slanting inner eyebrows were indicating what kind of storm was occurring inside him. Tears loomed in his eyes but he wiped them away with the back of his hands.

He was startled by the sudden sound of bikes honking. He tilted his head only to meet 3/4 bikes surrounding him. The passengers on the bikes were all men whom he knew though all of them were wearing helmets. His eyes widened seeing them holding rods and thick sticks.

" Bastard!" an angry voice reached his ears.

The man did not answer. He did not want any unnecessary trouble. He forwarded his legs to leave but those people surrounded him.

A hard punch landed on his face drawing blood from his nose. One of the men hit the man with a rod on his knees. Letting out an ear-piercing scream he collapsed on the floor.

" No. It's hurting. Let me go. You have snatched everything from me. What more do you want?" the man groaned in pain.

Curling himself into a ball he tried to save himself from their indiscriminate hitting. His forehead was already bleeding from merciless beating.

Among the men, one was a bit aggressive. Crouching down he held the man's collar and continued punching him. One punch was so powerful that it almost dislocated the poor man's jaw.

" Today I will make sure you die so that your filthy eyes don't look at her again," The aggressive man seethed.

Standing up he snatched a stick from his companions. He continued hitting the man. His blood-soaked shirt stuck into him like a second skin.

" Walid... No," the man cracked in pain when the aggressive man stepped on his wrist breaking his wristwatch.

His shaky voice uttered," Don't destroy it. It's the only gift I got from Rose."

Walid seemed more troubled by his words. Gritting his teeth he stepped on the watch demolishing it aggressively. The broken glass of the watch pierced through the man's flesh making him cry out.

" You will die screaming," Walid yelled hitting the man's head with a rod.

Hearing footsteps approaching Rubab's abductor hid a broken watch in one of his drawers. The watch had stains of dry blood and it was stinking as no one washed it or tried to repair it. He rubbed his forehead a little bit to calm himself down. Those memories still haunt him.

" The moulvi(priest) is here," Rahella informed. 

The man hummed taking a few steps to the window. It was drizzling outside. The atmosphere may look romantic for some people but not for him. The dark clouds roaming in the sky were just like the dark painful thoughts roaming inside his mind.

" Your mother was a good person. She didn't deserve whatever happened to her," Rahella said. Her voice shook while saying the words.

The man chuckled," It's a curse to be a good person in this world."

" You will be treated like a dog if you are selfless, always thinking about others' happiness.........." he paused. His eyes reflected raw envy.

The man was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was tall. He could tower over everyone. He was brown. Tanned by sunray. His unfathomable, dark brown orbs contrasted exceptionally with his skin tone.