Arranged or love?

Chapter 18: confrontations and kisses

Hello guys, so sorry this chapter's a little late, but better late than never right??

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Ooh and be warned it gets a little steamy in this scene- not very BUT A LITTLE ;)

Chapter 18: confrontations and kisses

Zubaida’s POV

I wanted this nightmare to end. I wanted it to end now. Why couldn’t I wake up? My throat was hoarse from screaming, my body rigid, so tense I felt like I was snapping in two. It felt so real as if I was going through the events again, I remembered every little detail- I felt all the pain. It seems never ending.

My nightmare had never been so vivid, never felt so realistic. Maybe it was because I had seen him today for the first time- perhaps that was why I was reliving every moment of that day. I couldn’t do this again- not again, I just couldn’t.

It was then I heard a voice- a soothing calming voice, gradually bringing me back to consciousness. “Shush Zubaida, it’s okay, you’re okay now,” the man said, his voice was so deep and calm and it was like a balm to my raw nerves. It soothed the agitation and fear pulled me out of my nightmare where my body was being abused and violated again and again.  My eyes opened and sighed with relief, I was away from Rehan, I was safe and before my body could register what was happening, my mind had directed me into the safe and strong arms.

My heart still beat erratically in my chest, thud thud thud- I could hear it beat in my ears just as I could taste the metallic element of blood in my mouth and just as my body was subject to the fear caused by Rehan. At once my mind had registered the arms and body belonged to Adam and before I could put a leash on my tongue I began to babble. As if turbo boosters were attached to my tongue, “he’s going to hurt me again Adam, please stop him, he’s coming back again to hurt me, you can’t let him do that. No, no he can’t, he can’t” I rambled.

I felt his arms tighten around me, funnily enough in a small part at the back of my mind I was glad he was so strong, and his protectiveness made me want to never let him go. These thoughts alone scared me but I was reluctant to let go of him anytime soon, I felt selfish but at that moment I couldn’t care less. I was safe, protected and away from Rehan so if it was selfish to use Adam as a shield then so be it.  

He rubbed circles on my back, telling me it was a nightmare and it was over, that no one could hurt me. If only he knew that this nightmare was once lived by me and it was his brother who hurt me, who left me for dead.

My wound up, tight body began to relax as he continued to rub my back as he whispered I was safe and not alone, that I was so strong and brave a fighter and it was only a nightmare. Once again I felt my eyes close and drifted off to sleep with Adam’s hand reminding me that I wasn’t alone I had him.

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Waking up the next morning was worrying to say the least, I didn’t know what I had said in my sleep and I didn’t know what Adam knew of my past my stomach was tied up in knots because of the worrying I did. For a good hour or so I lay awake in my bed staring at the cream ceiling thinking of ways to ask Adam how much I spilt out in my unconscious state. The argument in my head was interrupted by another voice piping in and asking me to play the ignorant, unaware card. The less I knew the better so it was better off for me to not ask questions.

Needless to say I learnt two things- a) I was utterly mad, no sane person could have so many arguments in their head

b) My conscience was very complex and had many personalities and when those personalities clashed I got the mother of all headaches.