Nawal stirred trying to adjust to the lightning of the room. Her head was splitting and she tried hard to recall what has happened.
She sat up taking in her environment. From the huge plasma that sat looking at her to the table and chair resting by the corner of the room. She came down slowly still observing the room.
" What I'm I do____" and then, she remembered what happened.
She had walked back to the chamber to call jabbar right after Mai martaba had sent her while practicing what to say without him making her stay longer than intended. It's no news that she's been avoiding him. She had gone upstairs to check when she heard a sound downstairs.
"He's downstairs". She walked down almost entering the living room when She felt a pair of strong hands on her mouth dragging her towards the kitchen. She had thrown her phone struggling to free her self from the hold but the person was too strong for her. A handkerchief was placed on her nose and she slowly slipped into Oblivion.
"No no no no, does that mean I've been......" She trailed off feeling her stomach tighten and she was suddenly feeling nauseous. The feeling of fear gripping her making her toes to curl. Beads of precipitation forming on her forehead.she turned noticing two doors inside the room and just when she was about to go closer, one of it was pulled open revealing a lady.
Nawal followed the lady till she had safely dropped what she was holding on the table which no doubt was food.
"Hey what I'm I doing here, where am I?". She asked the lady who didn't even spare her a glance. She walked out and Nawal has heard the door clicked from outside. How long has she been here she thought falling back to the bed. Her eyes had followed a small wall clock and the time read 9:36.
The last prayer she remembers having was subhi before this happened to her . She entered the second door, performing ablution then came out. She didn't find any hijab. She only had her scarf on her head not even finding her veil.
She opened the wardrobe that was in the room and she was shocked will be an understatement. There were varieties of clothes there arranged neatly inside. Who kidnaps someone and goes as far as getting clothes for the person. The room she was kept in didn't even look like where hostages are been kept. What confused her was why there was male clothing inside the wardrobe.
Brushing the thought aside, she sprayed the mat she had found wearing a hijab and prayed. She had offered all the prayers she had missed praying to her Lord.
After she was done, she had taken her bath and changed into something comfortable removing the lace that has been on her body then she sat down. Why she wasn't scared, she didn't know but she had this dreadful feeling that whatever was going to happen wouldn't be good. She even had the courage to eat the food brought in earlier feeding her growling stomach.
Then she laid down, different thought running through her head. Whosever had brought her here wouldn't harm her right?. I mean why provide so much luxury if the person would harm her, that was what she was using to hold unto her sanity. She was going to wait and see what's happening. For now she wasn't going to panic and that was how she had drifted to sleep.
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The same lady from the previous day had brought her breakfast and Nawal didn't try talking to her knowing fully well she was just going to waste her time and end up not being answered
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