Love is Faith (An Islamic love story) *completed*

The 'Trial' begins...

Hareem's POV:

I froze in the place like a lifeless statue, and could barely breath as I caught a sight of the scene in front of me. I knew that I was turning pale seeing that man standing in front of me. He was taller than me. He had a strong and perfectly shaped manly figure. He was Zohaib Asfand. His charming features added to all the more handsomeness he possessed (as my friends loved to say that). But his eyes...!! I don't know what the world saw in him, his eyes, had FILTH in them!! I felt disgusted, and could hardly make an eye contact with him in surprise. Those pair of eyes were greedy and had a devil in the, as he scanned my wrapped body from head to toe. My nostrils could hardly stand the ridiculous smell of wine, the bottle of which, was resting in his head. He looked a bit dizzy but conscious enough to observe me, and be aware of the surroundings.

I could at that time manage to only think of him, using that room as the back-stage room.

"Oh, look whose here.." his voice was deep and manly, as he spoke completely attentive towards me.

"I-I...m...I" I don't know why I was shaking and trembling unable to deliver the words appearing on the screen of my mind. Why wasn't I running? why was I just standing there? I don't know. I was too scared to make a move, I had never been in such a situation where I had been left alone with a man, who is a stranger.

He stared at me while, I attempted to speak. The remains of life were sucked out of me, by the click of the door from behind me.....someone locked the door!

"Oh the concert had already ended, and everyone was going to leave now." My dying heart screamed last words trembling. Beads of heavy sweat swept from my forehead as I managed to, somehow keep my eyes open, while they blinked uncontrollably . My chest became heavy with the sinking heart and my mind could no longer work in a normal fashion to suggest me some ideas to skip away from where I had brought myself. Mama and baba would be waiting for me, and tehreem would be looking for me everywhere...!!

"So, you're here for an autograph?" he smirked. I don't know how my head shook itself.

"what do I do??? what do I do???" my mind shrieked with fear, not thinking for the solutions instead.

He continued to scan my body, and after doing what he had to, he looked at my face, disgusted.

"Why have you wrapped yourself up in a tent-like clothe...you look ugly..!!" he took a step towards me and stopped holding his bottle. Before he could progress any further, my instincts made me twitch and I swiftly moved towards the door that was right behind him. As I stumbled passed him my feet stopped with a sharp jerk, I could hardly maintain my balance. I turned my head and was shocked to death when I saw my fist tightly gripped by his hand. I gasped in surprise, and started to jerk my hand wildly to let it free, but he was so strong for me to defeat him. He pulled me close to him. His face was right in front of mine, but I never dared to look him in the eyes.

"Let go off me...let go" I screamed trying to loosen his grip. He grinned and took a sip of the wine with his free hand and threw it on the couch beside him.

"Why do you not look at me?" he questioned me in an amused tone, I could feel him grinning at me.

"I said let go off my hand" I stated in a relatively harsh tone. He chuckled slightly observing my weak attempts to let my hand free.

"Ok, i'll let you go if you look me in the eyes." he was shamelessly smirking.

"No" I whispered.

"Why? are you scared? Scared of what?" he asked with great interest.

"just let me go, I'm not that type" I tried to explain to him my character, but it was of no use.

"What do you mean 'the type'? you're all the same race of horses" he whispered lowering himself to reach my ear that was covered with hijab.

I pushed his chest away with my free hand but he stood unaffected, and pulled me even closer, this time, I could feel his warm, ill-smelling, wine-flavored breathes.

"just drop the drama already, I am well aware of the tactics girls use to approach me, this is just one of them, and believe me you're the luckiest as I am already offering you my closeness, so just stop acting like this and let us make the most of this precious time." he whispered in my ear as he held out his hand to touch my cheeks.

I don't know what happened to me, but that was all I could think of, at that time, I slapped his clear face with all the force I ever had. He stumbled back, surprised at my reaction, setting my hand free. I didn't wait for him to gain his balance and attack me, I just wildly rushed towards the door. My hand was just an inch away from the knob, when I felt myself being clutched and pulled wildly. He once again held me in front of him, but this time his eyes were bloody, filled with rage, and his cheek went red. My heart began to race, he was staring at me as if was going to cut me in pieces and feed them to vultures.

"You have crossed the limits" he whispered in a low voice like an enraged and fierce lion. He was coming closer, I moved back as he approached me, my face burning like hell-fire and my body drenched in sweat.

"No one ever, has tried to mess with me, like you did today, you have awaken my wrath." he said with his tightened jaws, his eyes were piercing my face, as he moved closer.

"Just please let me go, i'm sorry, please let me go" I pleaded to him but he remained unaffected.

"You have to pay for this sweet heart." my back touched the wall which seemed like a dead end to my life. He grabbed my hijab and tore it away cruelly, revealing my disheveled hair. I gasped as he threw it behind him. My eyes blurred instantly with hot tears rolling and burning my cheeks,

"O Allah save me, save me please." This was the only thing I could do now, pray! pray to the one who is the Ultimate protector,

I instantly knelt in front of him pleading him to let me go.

"Please let me go, I am sorry for I did, Please....just please let me go". He mercilessly grabbed my hair from the back, making me stand up, my shawl fall off my shoulders, on the ground.

At this instant, my eyes met his, and I failed miserably to find even a pinch of mercy in their, it was all dark, all filth, all greed...

Assalam o alaikum people!

So this is where hareem's hard times are going to start, you guys would be spitting on Zohaib. I know.

So guys please read it and vote and comment too :) and continue to read the story as it is about to take some sharp turns and twists :)

Assalam o alaikum, may you guys always be protected from evil, ameen.

ghar ka darwazay pr phnch kr wo deewna war awazyn denay lgi wo janti thi is wqt us k waldain kitny pareshan hon gy, magr wo unhy btaye g k us k sath kia hua, wo un sy madad mangay g, wo zarur us ki madad kryn ga, akhir ko wo un ki bethi thi, wo usy takleef my kesa dekh skyn g.
darwaza khul gya tha magr samnay jo khara tha usy dekh kr us pr jesa koi pahar an gira tha, sans lena to jesy wo bhool hi gyi thi or usy us k sath samnay kharay Omar ki bhi ankhyn khuli ki khuli reh gyn thin, hareem ki ankhon sy ansoo ek baar phr jari ho gya tha, wo wahan kb aya tha q aya tha wo nhi janti thi magr wo ro ro kr btana chati thi usy k us k sath kia hua tha, wo is raat ki tareeki k ks khofnak pehlu ko dekh kr ayi thi