Ravaged souls

To the brothel

HELLO LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELL I DON'T THINK THERE IS ANY GENTLEMEN HERE BUT OKAY, SO I NEED YALL TO TRUST ME WITH WALID HE IS MY BABY, I SWEAR THERE IS NO CHEATING OR ANYTHING MAKE SURE YOU COMMENT YOUR THOUGHS, ❤️❤️
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Zaviyar's POV

I tapped my fingers on my keyboard staring at the computer screen once again in hope to track that device but I failed miserably for nth number of time.
I need to find her it's been 5 years now, what if she- NO NO NO it can't happen no please I need to stop thinking about that possibility, my thoughts were disturbed by a knock on my door "Sir?" It's Martin walid"s manager "come in" I replied curtly still staring at the screen and retrying the same, I heard the door click and Martin entered my cell, y'all might be wondering why I called it cell, well it is a cell technically, this cell consists of a T.V, refrigerator, cupboard, washing machine, bed, set of computers plus wifi and a whole kitchen setup, so basically this room is built for me here in prison by department because prison is the safest place for me currently, I looked at Martin and he was carrying few files, so something is suspicious, "sir department sent this for you" he dodged few files in my direction and i raised a brow at him, my eyes grew wider as I read the reports "what can I do in this, I can't get out of this prison, if I do I would be dead and does walid knows about this ?"........

Zahra's POV

I did another sujood and at this point everything is blur to me, my eyes are puffed red, my face is all swollen and I hate this, I kept resuring myself that this is all a test or a nightmare, everyone hates me, my closed one left me and who was the one who stood beside me? My enemy the one who hates me to core. Why is behaving like this? Why did he even do this marriage? Allah please help me, show me a way please, So many questions pounding in my brain as I realised I'm still in sujood, I decided not to raise my head back as I felt peace in my mind and I smiles against the prayer mat to close my eyes and hoping that I never open them again....

*Early Morning*

I could feel the heat on face and before I could open my eyes again, the sensations of heat was gone and lights were not intruppting my eyes anymore, I smiled realising I got few more minutes to rest, I felt someone creasing my hairs lightly, as soon as I felt someone's touch all the memories of last night flashed infront of me, I Immediately opened my eyes , my body started shaking once again but someone with muscular arms covered me and held me as I'm a glass and if those arms leave me I would fall on ground and shatter like it."Shush, it's me, Walid." I rested myself in his embrace,I feel so much of ease in his arms. My heart rushed at this feeling and I felt like I was home, his arms felt like home, then I heard my inner Zahra whispering to me 'our home was destroyed yesterday'.

I immediately freed myself from him and took a look at the surroundings just to find myself still on the prayer mat, I think I passed out last night. I glanced at my husband- woah woah Zahra what was the 'my husband huh? Already accepting him?' NO NO IM NOT ACCEPTING HIM, my inner conflict was disturbed by his voice he sounds like he haven't slept last night "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Oh ofcourse you are hungry let me get some food for you" he rushed out but I grabbed his wrist and said "N-no I'm fine" he looked at me with a smile and sat next to me on floor as I heard some loud gushy noises from window as if there was bunch of people screaming, my gaze shifted towards Walid confusingly "W-what is happening d-down there?" He took a deep breath before replying, he stood up extending his hand to me and said "Please trust me for once? Come sit with me I just want to talk, please?" I've never seen him like this, his eyes were soft and his voice was soothing, I wonder what would it be like if circumstances were different.

I would've been in humza's room, waking up next to his adorable face instead of waking up in pain and agony, I was still wondering if should trust him or not but it's not like I have options, where would I go if he leaves me? My parents strictly told me not to show my face to them, Every person I know think of me as a cheap girl who goes around a-and I-I can't even imagine the thoughts of people, I sighed knowing I have no one left and took his hand....