My Only Hope.. ✔ (COMPLETED)

Chapter: 27

"Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afriad to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters." -John Green.

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Tani's POV

It was the mid of January and I was standing in my window looking outside of my house in the midnight, everything seemed so calm and quiet, filled with peace and happiness, my eyes were stick to one place, but my thoughts were flowing everywhere. I was feeling so so happy, I couldn't sleep the whole night, I just kept thinking about him, how much he made me happy by just saying that he loved me too. Just, I know that how much my breath hitched, my heart stopped pacing and my body started trembling at those words from him,

'I LOVE YOU',

He said so simply yet so deeply, full of deep emotions, deep feelings in it. Although I can't see him but I could feel him, his words, his feelings. I was happy but also amazed at the same time, when I saw those words, I just couldn't believe that he could surrender before me, he could accept his love for me, that he could keep his ego aside and accept me and my love, just like that. I couldn't believe that his heart could ever melt for me.

But I just believe that Allah made him love me, He made him accept his love for me, cause only He knows how much I've prayed for him to love me back, how much I've prayed for his long life with me, how much I've prayed for him to be my future husband and I am really really thankful to my ALLAH, that He made him love me, He gave me what I had asked for. I quickly started getting ready for offering prayers, special prayer, 'Salat Al-shukr' or 'Namaz-e-Shukrana' , cause I know that only He has a power to melt someone's heart because He Himself lives in His creature's hearts, so I should atleast say thanks to Him.

After offering prayers to thank Allah, I found myself again lost in deep thoughts, saying that I was happy is an understatement cause I was beyond just happy, my feelings were weird, good---good weird and different. I was thinking how much life changed in this whole month after that kidnapping but there he is, his love----made me powerful, he gave me again what I had lost, he gave me my feelings, my boldness back, he gave me my happiness back, no one knows except me and my Allah that how much I was terrified in these days, I was acting normal but just, I knew that, from what I was fighting, I was fighting with my fears, I was fighting with myself to show everyone that I'm fine, although I was not. How could I be normal ?

For God sake, someone has kidnapped me and he is my relative, wasn't that the biggest shock for me, how could i find myself normal? Often, At nights, I found myself waking up from nightmares and felt like someone is watching me, although there was no one, but yet I felt like that, I started feeling eyes on me, wherever I went, I felt someone is watching me, I started scaring. The girl who use to watch horror movies was now feeling actually horror in her life. But this man, Oh Allah! this man... made me feel happy, made me feel secure, I can't believe this how much just through his words he could made me feel happy and secure. I mean he was not there to protect me, but still it felt like he was there, he was just there, for me.