Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

Monsters don't claim they are monsters.

Seated in the back seat of the car, I felt numb from inside. I looked down at my hand and didn't feel repulsion at the thought of taking a life. Instead, I felt levitated. Something snapped inside me, having witnessed the world's cruelty since I was kidnapped by Hammad's men from Matt's house.

And I, for once, was glad. If I hadn't been abducted and brought here today, I wouldn't have known that Aryan was not the monster I feared.

The real Monsters were the people like Hammad and Nauman, who wore the disguise of good men but deep down strove on your misery. They pretend to be someone else and gain your trust. The moment you start believing them, they throw you into the hollow abyss from where you could never come out.

On the other hand, dark souls like Aryan never hide what they are. But at the same time, they put their everything in you just to keep you away from turning like them. I could never forget the horror in the eyes of all the innocent girls who were sold without their consent. Their cries and pleas for help still sent a shiver across my spine. The rage, anger, fear, and helplessness made me want to kill people like Hammad again and again.

I would have been one of them if not for Aryan risking his life and entering his enemies' lair, knowing he wouldn't come out alive. Yet he only thought about me, who always perceived him as a devil.

I sat in the car, staring out of the window absentmindedly. The only thing that kept me calm was Aryan's jacket, which provided me with the necessary warmth and his scent. I wrapped myself closer to hide the thin cloth they forced me to wear. As soon as Jahanzeb announced Hammad's death, Aryan made me leave the place while he and his men searched for any survivors of the auction.

"You take Adah to the mansion. I will stay with Boss."

"Absolutely not. You can't force me to leave in this situation."

"Shariq still escaped, and we can't let Adah stay here, Osama. Boss told us to take her back to the mansion immediately," Tareq tried explaining.

"Then you should take Adah back and also rest. Since we were locked up for long," Osama refuted.

"I can't leave Boss in this mess," Tareq didn't mince his words.

"Neither do I. This shit turned even more crazy." he sighed and leaned his back on the car.

"I'm not leaving," I mumbled. Too tired to be in a state to converse.

As if realizing I was still there with them, they both faced me, surprised. When Osama nudged Tareq, he cleared his throat and said, "Boss's order. We ca—"

"Shove it up your ass then," I deadpanned, choking Osama while Tareq went stunned.

I was tired of being told what to do. I was tired of being fragile. I was tired of being constantly in need of protection. Hammad was still able to kidnap me even though Aryan tried everything to keep me safe.

"You both can stay back. I will escort her," I recognized Jahanzeb's voice and was about to lash out at him when I saw him carrying a familiar girl in his arms and opening the back door.

"Jasmine?" I whispered and scooted to give space for him to place her in the car seat.

In my dread, I forgot all about her. If not for her, I would have passed out when they locked us in the room. If not for her telling me the rescue was on the way, I wouldn't have remained sane. I raised my eyes from her to ask Jahanzeb what happened to her when I saw him looking at her with an expression I never thought he was capable of having.

He looked like he was afraid she would vanish in thin air.

"What happened to her?" my question brought him back.