The Revenge Note

Chap 43 The dreadful incident

Hania jumped to her feet and was startled as those black shawl guys were taking her in the direction of the car. 

When she tried to scream, they gagged her. They bound her hands and wrists, and one of them threw her over his shoulder. She tried to resist getting into the car, but the big build of those monsters didn't move an inch and threw her in the back seat like a broken doll. 

Her worst nightmare was turning into reality right in front of her sight. 

A tall guy jumped on her and tried to kiss her to fulfill his lust, but she was consistently pushing him away with all the energy left. 

The fear was crawling slowly and leaving her body in shudder of not watching the sun again, the fear of losing the pride and dignity she worked hard all this time for and the fear of never seeing her loved ones.

That hazel orbs guy was really close to lose his sanity but came into his senses when Hania shouted his name.

Dildar Khan! For Allah's sake, leave me. Don't do this to me. Please don't... touch.... me. Her words broke down in her mouth.

He put the chloroform on her face and soon she was in the valley of darkness.

Dildar Khan called the driver to move the car in wraith.

I will soon taste you, spicy bitch. He touched her face with forefinger and tastes it afterwards.

Asad's Farmhouse

They dropped Hania in the servant quarters as per the order by Asad. Dildar Khan was waiting for Asad to reach the farmhouse as he was currently stays in hiding so it was difficult to leave from his father's security. 

Dildar called Nadir to come and visit them, but he declined and told him not to call him again.

Coward! Dildar khan spit out laughingly.

On the other hand, Hania was laying down there unconscious without any thoughts of what her future would be like.

Would this be the end of Hania and Hanan relationship? The fate wonders.

3 hours passed.

Hania opened the lids of her eyes slowly while still feeling dizzy. She didn't remember anything. The room started to come into focus by degrees. 

A fan which no one cleaned for centuries was hanging above her head. She heavily moved her orbs from one place to another. The walls were cemented so were the floor. A table and chair were sitting at the corner.  A steal door locked.

She jolted and tried to run away but fall back to the bed one because her one hand was tied with it and second because of overexertion.

All she knew was, it hurts, and her throat was dry, and her head throbbed like someone had shoved a jackhammer in there.

Concrete anchors dragged down her lids. The darkness wasn't soft and gentle like the gradual drift to sleep. It was endless and menacing, like the weight of the earth after being buried alive.

Hania forced her lungs to expand past her rising panic.

Breathe. Think. What happened?

She struggled to sort through the day's events. She was in the trance of memory of the day when someone propelled the door and edges inside.

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! Hello doctor Hania. How are you doing? I hope you didn't meet any trouble when you came here. Asad stows the chair in front of him and sat down on it with the most innocent smile he could ever occur on his face.