Married To My Kidnapper(completed)

chapter 25

Ramdan mubarak to alll muslims around the world.....

Alishba pov:

I looked frowning towards Ryan. He was acting strange since his father left. He was currently smiling at something Ishra said. He was acting fine with everyone else beside me. He had been giving me the cold shoulder. All he would do is nod or shake his head at my words. Nothing more nothing less. And I was adamant on finding out what was bothering him.

After dinner I excused myself​ to offer Isha prayer. Getting ready I offered my prayer in silence enjoying the moment. When I was done with prayer and dua and got up only to let out a gasp. My hand flew to my heart to calm it's beating. Ryan was sitting on the couch much like the day when I first met him. "Don't scare me like that." He just looked me blankly making me frown.

Slowly walking towards him I took a seat next to him. "Okay, so what's bothering you?" He looked straight ahead and let out a breath. "What is Maher to you?" I frown at his question. What was he trying to say. He looked me intently as if seeing through me getting answers.

"What do you-" he didn't let me finish as he cut me off, "you know very well what I mean. What is Maher to you? Do you still.......love him?" He said the last words strained as if it killed him to say those words. But what surprised me was his thoughts. They were useless. I don't know where he got those ideas but they were insane. "Answer me." His voice commanded me back to reality when my gaze found his his eyes were stern. "Answer? You already know the answers. They are stupid questions and you know it too."

He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, "why don't you just answer me and I will know." I gave him an are you kidding look. "Why are you bringing all of this? What did you talk with your father? You've been like this since he's gone. What did you two discussed?" He was being crazy if he thinks I would just let it pas. I was hundred percent sure that all of this had something to do with his father.

"Don't change the topic, Alishba. Tell me what I asked. Or are you afraid to tell the truth that you've been hiding from me." I did not like the way all of this was going. "Afraid of truth? What in the world are you talking about? There is nothing to be afraid of. I haven't done anything wrong." By now my voice was slightly raised without me knowing. He got up and faced me. "So you're not afraid of admitting that you still feel for Maher or having an affair with him. " He raised a brow and I almost slapped him for thinking this. What had gotten in his mind to think such foul thoughts.

I got up from my seat as well facing him makng sure that the annoyance and anger showed through my eyes. "Here I told you I love you and you think...you think I'm cheating. Is that all what you think of me. Is this how I will face a second rejection." I said each word dangerously calm making sure my eyes does the work of rage. Ryan eyes flash with fear and guilt. But before he opened his mouth I continued, "I-love-you." I said each word clearly, "and if you still feel that I'm....cheating. then we're not meant to be. I can't be with a man who don't trust me or has no faith in me. As far as Maher is concerned, he is just my best friend. I don't have any feelings for him. I don't know what cause you to think like this but next time you tell me that I'm cheating, we are over." With that I turned and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

This was all his father fault. I know I shouldn't get to conclusions but I have a feeling that his father had a big hand in this. But right now I was super pissed at Ryan and decided for a shower. Stripping I took a little long shower and calmed myself. After shower I dried myself before realising that I forgot to bring any clothes in my anger. Face palming myself I decided to put on a towel and rushed to closet.

I opened the door to come face to face, no face to chest of Ryan. I looked up and frowned trying to look angry. But the shower had washed away most of my anger. Now I just felt a little hurt that he would think of me like that and even if it was his father, he believed him rather than me.