The runaway bride

Losing

I gulped hard , sweat beads forming on my forehead I slowly turned around, trying my best to disguise my fear, he can't do anything to you I kept chanting in my head. Why are you here I asked him strongly as possible , I really wished I could wipe that irritating smirk off his face, . " Is that how you welcome your uncle to your house after all the things I did to you " he asked his hands spread apart feigning shock. " after all the things you did to me you deserved to be kicked out ." I replied fury taking over
He laughed out giving me the chills, and you ll do that on your own he started to come closer and I had no way out as I was trapped with the cooker hob. With all my might I pushed him and started to run before he could react, in my panic I ran upstairs to my room with my uncle hot on my heels. He laughed out again as he realised I was trapped in my own bedroom. By the looks of him he was enjoying every moment, " well let's see what your hubby has thought you in bed " he started. I had started to scream off my head pleading for help but the house was situated at an isolated place and no one would what was happening to me. That sick man had somehow gotten me on the bed and had started to tear all my clothes and I with all my might was trying to kick him away but he held my legs tight, my chest started to stricken inside me my eyes rolling inside everything looked double I was losing conscious and like a slow movie I witnessed my uncle being pushed away from me. Mr. Iqbal came to sight I saw him beating him blood splattered everywhere and that was when I embraced the familiar darkness .........
IQBAL'S POV
Never had I felt more murderous in my life the way I felt at the time when I saw that bastard on top of her. All I could see was blood I was going for the kill when he got unconscious I stopped breathing hard, I turned and hurriedly got to her, she looked like as if she was sleeping, her breathing deep and I knew as the before experiences she ll be going through all the trauma again like she went through the first time, I remembered as she went into shivering fits to bouts of sweats screaming for help, crying for her parents and then to deep slumber. The doctor had advised to let her rest but it was killing me seeing her going through all of it again. I bound that sick bastard and got him arrested and this time I wasn't letting him go after all what he did to her I was making sure I'll squeeze every bit of her money from him and give her what's rightfully hers. I wanted her to have a choice, yes I've been hiding and lying that the person she has married according to way she voices it is none other but me, I junaid iqbal CEO of one of the biggest companies in Pakistan was hiding my identity from a mere sixteen year old child. All of this was completely my fault I berated myself, I wasn't used to having people at home working for me, my needs are simple as possible so I've never kept help but only hired a lady to the cleaning once a week but now I had to change that I thought grimly. She needed protection, that sorry excuse of her uncle had been waiting for me leave like a fox waiting for its prey, he had pounced the minute he realised she was alone. I shivered at the thought if I had got even a minute late, I wouldn't be able to console or mend her but now I resolved I'm going to help her out of this thus hiding my true identity gaining her trust and confidence first as a friend. I was shocked beyond words to find her that she was only sixteen not twenty as her aunt had informed, I could never look at her as my wife, she was a kid in my eyes but after seeing her in that nightdress that night my feelings and thoughts for her were changing. I felt drawn to her more and more and finding myself wishing I could come clean with my confession, but now I thought I feared that she wouldn't take me as a husband after what happened to her today she would never want to see any man in that way ...........
I sighed out desperation, it's been three days and she hasn't still come out of her unconsciousness, the doctors feared that she might go in coma never to come back, my hands shivered at the thought of seeing her in this state ." Please wake up Alina , please you need to wake up" I pleaded her kneeling at her bed side. She had been as usual going through shivering and sweating but from today morning she was eerily calm , the nurse came to look at her heart monitor, we had to put her in seyline so that she could be getting something in her body. The nurse sympathetically smiled at me and left in my torture, I had been holding her cold hands but at that time I gently laid it on the bed and left, I couldn't see her in this state anymore...........
ALINA'S POV
I had been standing on that same plain ground for a long time fighting the unbearable cold and heat, waiting, waiting for my parents for him but no one came. The wait was long but I was unusually calm, I didn't want to leave this place this air, so thick was making me lazy to even move a finger. It was so peaceful and surreal and suddenly I heard a familiar voice calling me "please wake up alina .......... And then after a while I felt a cold feeling, I was feeling suffocated like as if someone has left me, no longer feeling peaceful I was feeling suffocated, I couldn't breath. It was like as the lighting has gone bad everywhere it was blinking everywhere, i had started to scream out and then suddenly everything went black..........
My eyes fluttered open I was looking into the same room I had woken up to many times before.......
Disappointingly the room was empty, I was expecting him to be by my side but he was nowhere to be seen, I tried getting up but it was like my whole body was tied down to the bed as my breathing grew heavier I drifted off to nothingness............