ROYAL GAMES

47: End

A heavy slap has landed on his face making him to open his eyes at the pain inflicted on his cheeks.

"Do you need another one before you finally wake up". A gruff voice said. one that Jamil couldn't place who it belonged too and definitely not someone he knew. He has turned from the position he was but before he could get comfortable he was yanked up by a bulky man dragging his half conscious body to where he doesn't know. He was pushed into a room and he fell flat on the floor.

Jamil rose his head taking in the surrounding. There, his wife and his sister in-law knelt down hands tied behind their backs and their mouths also covered. Asmau's head tie was no where in sight her loosed hair out on display as he looked at the unshed tears In her eyes. He stood up and hurried to her side. Cupping her face while he inspected the wound on her face. She has been hit.

He turned to look at Ihfan who also looked equally scared and worried just she didn't have any bruises on her face . From one guess he knew Asmau had tried to be stubborn and that's why they must have hit her. It also explains why her hijab was missing while Ihfan still had hers on. That was what they were both wearing that morning before.........

He removed the gag from Asmau's mouth as immediately she let out a chocking sound while he patted her back. Once she was stable he asked the once question that has been running on his mind.

"Did....." He swallowed. "Did they do anything to you?. Both of you". He swept his gaze between them even though his concern was on his wife. Ihfan looked unharmed.

The tears she has been holding came pouring down while her mouth shivered as she tried to speak. The terror evident on her face. He hugged her before pulling back.

"Asmau talk to me. What did they do to you". He was getting scared and angry. Her cries were only intensifying what he was feeling.

She nodded her head trying to control her tears and at the Same time talk but it was proving difficult." Talk to me Asmau". He encouraged and she seemed to find her voice.

"No.... they.... they..... only hit me really badly .... It's.... it's hurts so much jamil". He hugged her back releasing a relieved sigh. He wouldn't have forgiven himself if they had done anything worse. After trying to calm her. He removed the gag on Ihfan's mouth listening to her agonising cough too and when she calmed down she spoke.

"Where is Jamal?". Her tone filled with worry and fear.

Jamil frantically looked around. Jamal wasn't in this dimly lit room. But where did they take him too.

That afternoon after jabbar has asked them to go home and come back they had all entered the same car since in all the rush to bring Mai martaba, they used just two cars and the queen took one. The guys sat in the front and the ladies behind. The drive was silent each lost in their own thoughts before they heard another voice from inside the car.

"Park the car". The voice said and Asmau and Ihfan shrieked. The voice has come directly behind them. But that wasn't what got them scared, it's the gun that has been pointed on both their heads. "Ladies shuuuuuu .....you don't want me pulling the trigger now do you". Jamil and Jamal had turned to look at who the person was but his face was covered.

"Prince, I'd park the car if I were you". The voice said In mockery. Jamal's hand tightened on the grip of the wheel before he parked the car. How the hell did the person even get into the car in the first place.

"Good. Now come down and walked to the black car parked in front". They were all quiet and Jamal obeyed. How could he not, their wives are being held at gun point.

"Who the fuck are you". Jamil asked. His whole attention was solely facing the man behind the mask and just as Jamal got down, jamil's side of the car was pulled open and immediately a handkerchief was placed on his nose. He struggled for some minutes before going numb. The ladies could only watch in horror. Asmau's hand flying to cover her mouth from making any sound at what is being done to get husband.