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

Payback!

His eyes seemed glued. It was difficult to pull apart the lids, his head was heavy like a mountain. He slowly struggled to open his eyes, there was no light, no voice around. He stared in the blank air to discover the place he was in, it was probably a room, a very big room but the details could not be perceived as it was dark. He turned his head real slow in an attempt to relax the cervical muscles.

"Ahh..." A cry escaped his mouth with the pain sweeping the back of his head and reaching the neck. He began to recall what had happened to him, a series of events started floating in his mind, he was walking on the road, when someone grabbed him really hard, he inhaled chloroform, the smell of which seemed to seep through the depth of his body, and then he was dragged to God-knows where, and now here he was sitting on a chair trying to figure out the details of the room.

He tried to stand up from the chair but found out that he was very tightly fastened to it, he struggled to pull away from the thick ropes but they were really strong, "what the hell.." he whispered to himself. Whispers could be heard from somewhere around. They were not in the room, the hisses were coming from the outside, or maybe they were not hisses, people there were talking normally but it reached like whispers to him, this he came to know when the voices came near the door, if at all it was there. The door swung open with a thud, he opened his eyes wide to see someone enter. White lights, tore apart his pupils, as soon as they were turned on and made him squint. He slowly opened his eyes, the room was really big, with a high roof, adding to the spookiness, the paint on the walls was worn out and bare bricks peeped out of there staring at him, the only furniture in that room was a table and two chairs, one of which was occupied by him.

Two stout men came walking towards him, they were huge, putting their muscular biceps and triceps on a show from underneath their sleeves, one of them had a burn mark on his cheek while the other one was having a thick moustache.

One of them came near him, close enough, he sniffed his face like a dog had found his favorite piece of bone, Zohaib backed off a little, disgusted, he stunk, the smell escaping his body was irritating his nasal tracts. The man pulled away and held his face from his chin with a tight grip, his fingers bore into his skin, it was hurting. He turned his face right and left like a puppet, examining him. This is gonna be very interesting pretty boy, the man smirked as he pulled away from him. Zohaib stared at him with disgust and finally parted his lips to say,

"Why am I here? and why have you fastened me like this?" he asked out of painful curiosity, staring at their faces. Both of them exchanged glances and smirked back at him,

"You'll know that very soon, just shut that little mouth of yours!" there was an empty chair resting in front of him, so these were not really the people to bring him here, but then who was behind all this?

"Who is behind this? What has someone got to do with me? Why have you brought me here, just let me GOO...!" he said almost shouting, at this the stinky man turned angry and cupped his neck in his big palm, he made his grip tighter, making Zohaib suffocate,

"J...just...let me....me...go.." he was starting to choke, "s...s..sto..stop.." he tried to yell but his voice broke, he could not breathe, that man was sucking the life out of him, he tried to pull his strong hand away from him but he was too strong for him to fight, he was now loosing it, his face was fading."

"Stop it!" a voice came from near the door, to his surprise it was a female voice. The man immediately pulled back from him, his hand, standing up. Zohaib gasped and breathed heavily to avail every bit of oxygen that was present in the room, he had escaped death, it was really suffocating, at that instant he felt his life would just end up. He threw his head not looking at the new comer. The girl, he presumed without seeing , stopped right in front of him. He gathered his senses hurriedly to see the his benefactor who had saved him from dying today, he slowly rose his head the muscles cracked like a fragile glass. A huge mountain fall over him , his eyes opened wide and mouth dropped open the moment he saw the girl's face, she was dressed simply in a shalwar kameez, her long hair open resting at her back, her cheeks pink, she was really beautiful. It took him no more than flash of a second to recognize her, she was Hareem. Though he did not know her name, but he instantly recognized her pretty face, the only difference was that she was not having a hijab or a shawl, instead a simple dupatta (something smaller than shawl :p, that muslim girls might use) hanging around her neck. He had not time to see every detail of her dress, he was startled by his presence, and his head seemed swinging as he came to know that she was actually behind all this.