Make Me Your Villain | ✓

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter dedicated to @ShylaSingh2. She's been waiting for the update so patiently, thank you!

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Hayat Azhar

I felt my eyelids twitch.

My head felt heavy as I creaked one eye open before both snapped wide.

The world lay sideways and I blinked again before realizing I was down on the rough ground.

Where am I?

My body felt paralyzed. I watched my fingers twitch ahead of me as water splattered on my exposed wrist.

Moving my eyes up, I found myself beneath a shed. As I turned to observe my surroundings, I recognized a parking lot. The lights were dim and a flash of thunder split the sky above.

What the...

Where exactly was I?

Struggling to push myself off the ground, I groaned in pain, holding my head as my bridal dupatta slipped halfway down my head, tugging painfully at my hair.

I hissed, yanking the bobby pins free until the dupatta fell over my shoulders.

Wait. Where was Zohaib?

My heart raced as I whipped my head left and right, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Then it dawned on me: everything, including my cellphone, handbag, and jewelry, was gone.

My vision hazed as I balanced myself on unsteady feet after discarding my bridal heels. Leaning against the wall, I felt a brief moment of being watched.

I quickly gave a sweep across the parking lot, finding myself alone.

Wait... I was in the back parking lot of the salon.

Ignoring the rising nausea and the fact that I would end up drenched in the rain, I hurried to the front of the building. But when I reached it, my hopes were crushed and I fell to my knees.

It was closed.

How long was I out? My Baraat was supposed to be hours ago. No. Everyone was probably worried, and Zohaib... he must've been looking for me everywhere.

Negative thoughts propelled tears from my eyes, mixing with the raindrops trickling down my face.

Mud and dirt collected at the bottom of my red lehenga, but I couldn't care less about my state right now.

There was nobody around to ask for help. How was I supposed to contact my family? How was I going to reach home all by myself on this dark night?

I shuddered, watching the empty road stretch ahead. But would a passing car make me feel better?

It was a dark, stormy night and I was a woman all alone.

Anyone could be driving past; anyone who could do anything.

A new fear arose and I staggered back to the corner of the salon building. With my back pressed to the wall, I let my body slump down. Heavy raindrops poured on me and I covered my face with both of my hands.

The lingering feeling of someone watching me made me stay on guard without rest, even though I couldn't see anyone around.

My dress was muddy and sticky and my updo was ruined. With only my embroidered dupatta draped over my shoulders, I remained sitting in the corner, having nothing else to do but cry as rain drops continued to splatter on me.