The Lifelong Death

9|| Are-you-dumb?

I just want to go in and kill her for being Haroon Malik's daughter. But, then she is just so not the daughter of Haroon Malik.

And it's not that I can't get her killed by someone else, I just don't want her to be killed.

Okay, I don't even make sense anymore... I should just stop overthinking this goddamn situation for now!

{ ALIZEH'S POV }

I, now, truly understood the meaning of saying "Alhamdulillah for everything". After starving for over like God knows how long, I can't even describe the overwhelming feeling of happiness I felt in my heart. All I wanted to do right now was pray.

Speaking of praying, I realized that lady untied my hands. It felt so free now.

Though, there was no way I could escape this dark depressing room, at least I could move around instead of having my butt on that stupid chair all day.

There was no bathroom in the room I was in. Yes, I only got to use the washroom thrice a day with specific timings, even if I would pee my pants. What kind of rule was that? It felt disgusting.

I don't know if my namaaz will be accepted but I will still make Tayammum (making wu'du when water isn't available).

The walls of the room were made with brick. That would mean it was permissible to make tayammum.

I took the ripped part of my gown and used it as a veil to cover my hair.

"Bismillah... I am doing Tayammum instead of Wu'du, for the pleasure of Allah and to seek closeness to Him", I said and made tayammum.

After praying, I felt so peaceful. It felt like as if I didn't have anything to complain about. Praying actually helped me get over the situation I was in.

Until, I looked up and realized the demon was standing in front of me.

What does he want now?

"I see you're praying namaaz", he paused seeming surprised. But, in two seconds he gave me the Are-you-dumb look. Even though he had a mask on his face, I could tell the look he gave me as his brows ceased and mouth slightly opened.

"But you don't have any water here, how would you make wu'du?"

So, he was muslim...?

"Oh sweetheart ... sorry my kidnapper it's called Tayammum", speaking sarcastically was my talent, "When you don't have water available... there are certain things that are allowed to make tayammum with, such as this wall made of brick", I said giving back the are-you-dumb look.

"And how do you know that or why should I believe you?", He asked.

Is he for real?

"Why would I lie to you? It's not like I can get you kaafirs to go pray!", I replied with a smirk.

"Besides if you don't believe me then what are you waiting for? Ask some imam nearby it must be easy to do so... since we're in India and some part of India where more urdu is spoken than hindi", I paused to see the shocked look on his face, "Wait, even better google it! You live in a mansion, you obviously have an iphone 7 with 200GB of internet right?"

Yup, I just roasted my kidnapper.

He had a mask on but it was crystal clear that his cheeks had turned as red as a tomato in embarrassment.

He looked at me and then left, completely slamming the door.

{ AMIR'S POV }

After eating, she started doing some weird movements with that brick wall. What was she doing with that wall? Like touching the wall and then rubbing her face. That's just weird.

She stood up like she was about to pray namaaz.

So she was praying?

I watched her pray and then went in, waiting for her to finish.

When she finished she seemed really relieved, until she looked up and saw my face.

Once again, her glistening hazel eyes gave me the look. When you hear glistening, you would definitely not think of a scary look, but boy did she have the ability to give the opposite effect of what her eyes said.

"I see you're praying namaaz", I said as I was surprised. But, in two seconds I realized there's no water, how would she pray?

"But you don't have any water here, how would you make wu'du?", I said giving her the are-you-dumb look?

"Oh sweetheart ... sorry my kidnapper it's called Tayammum", she said with a sassy hair flip, "When you don't have water available... there are certain things that are allowed to make tayammum with, such as this wall made of brick."

She gave the are-you-dumb look, back to me.

"And how do you know that or why should I believe you?", I asked like the biggest fool in this universe. I regretted each and every second of the last ten seconds.

Why the hell would she pray with an unclean gown, without water if it wasn't for real?

"Why would I lie to you? It's not like I can get you kaafirs to go pray!", she replied with a smirk.

Okay, I was not a kaafir! I mean like I prayed jummah and I, well, I... okay let's just say I am not a kaafir like Alizeh thinks.

"Besides if you don't believe me then what are you waiting for? Ask some imam nearby it must be easy to do so... since we're in India and some part of India where more urdu is spoken than hindi", she paused while I was literally shocked at her smartness.

I mean like how did she figure out we are in India, that too in a place where urdu is spoken while staying locked inside this dark as charcoal room? She always manages to amaze me somehow.

We had developed this relationship where she acted more like the kidnapper with her ability to just scare or more like roast me.

"Wait, even better google it! You live in a mansion, you obviously have an iphone 7 with 200GB of internet right?"

How is she so smart. Like, she knows how to oversmart me: Amir Mirza. It's not like I am dumb, I am a bloody self made rich one of the youngest business tycoon. But, in front of her I was flipping clueless

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