The Lifelong Death

11|| The not so nice side of me

Yes, he is wearing a mask I know. But, hey lets look at our handsome Fawad Khan aka Amir Mirza angry 😉

End of flashback

"Oh Allah, please don't let anything happen to Laiba", I whisper cried as I dialed the number to call the doctor.

{ ALIZEH'S POV }

Another day passed.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. I had no clue what was going on.

Why was I here in the first place? I never did anything wrong to anyone.

"And can he please for God's sake give me something to wear? I am still wearing the same goddamn gown from my birthday", I whisper yelled.

Until, I realized I wasn't whispering I actually shouted out loud while the devil was watching me.

I didn't even know his name, yet he was the only person I saw for months. He always kept watching me. What does he want?

"What do you want?", I asked as I felt a sudden confidence surge into me with an emotion filled with confusion, anger and suffocation.

He looked at me and left.

Why did he leave? What does he want now. He slaps me, beats me everyday. He has trapped me here in this dark depressing room.

This man, I don't even know his name, is impossible.

Suddenly, he came in again. This time with a white long dress, that seemed like a shalwar kameez.

"Here, go take a shower and wear this", was all he said as he gave me a plain white shalwar kameez. Then, he left.

Did he actually just listen to what I said?

A lady came in taking me to the bathroom. I took a shower.

It felt so good, to let water touch my skin after months. It almost felt free. I was humming. After so long, I felt like a free bird.

Until, I heard a knock on the door.

"Alizeh, be fast. There's a time limit", he said.

"Okay, I will", I said.

I hesitatingly put my hand on the weird button that turned the shower off. I didn't want to turn it off, even if it was a split second I wanted to stay in letting the water touch my skin.

Until, reality slapped my face as he knocked the door again.

"Okay, baba, coming", I muttered.

I quickly changed into the white kameez that also had a dupatta(scarf). I put the dupatta on my head.

Inhaling sharply, I touched the doorknob. Opening the door meant going back to that room. I sadly opened the door.

"What took you so long, you are 15 mins over your time limit", he said.

"Are you for real? I mean, it's not like there is a long line for more prisoners going in", I said. I regretted saying that, I didn't want to but my mouth just said it automatically.

"What did you just say?", he said in an angry tone.

"Look, I-I can help you. What is this reason that you hate my dad? Look, we can sort things out. There must be a very valid reason for you to do this. You don't even seem like a bad person. If you, I-", I got cut off as he put his hand on my mouth.

If only, I could see his face once. Who is he?

"Just shut up! And don't get on my nerves", he said. I took his hand off my mouth.

"I get on your nerves?", I paused, "I am the one left clueless of why I am here. Look, I am tired. I don't want to stay here anymore, please just let me go out of here I can find my own way. I don't even know your name. I don't know you. Yet, I see you everyday holding me captive due to some bitter feelings you have for Haroo-"

He held my wrist tightly and dragged me to the floor upstairs. He took me to another room.

"Look... I am sorry, it's not your fault. You can stay in this room. It has a bed, a bathroom and a small balcony", he paused, "That's all I can tell you for now"

"I don't need your apologies. Nor do I need this room. Just let me go!", I yelled at him with my eyes wide open and tears fell unto my cheeks.

He looked really angry now. Uh-oh, why did I expect him to let me go? Even with a mask on, I could tell he wanted to kill me.

He raised his hand and slapped me.

"I was only being nice! But, seems like you don't like me that way", he paused as he became suddenly confident,"And by the way, my name is Amir, dear Alizeh!"

He slammed the door as I watched him with one hand on my cheeks and the other wiping my tears.

{ AMIR'S POV }

I didn't want to slap Alizeh, but she was just being so ungrateful. I let her take a shower and gave her a better room to stay in. Why does she still act like that?

Forget her, I don't even know what's going on. Its been seven months. How long will I keep her here? I can't kill her neither can I send her back.

I don't want to be so harsh, but I have managed to pull myself into a situation that is not possible for me to manage.

"Look, I-I can help you. What is this reason that you hate my dad? Look, we can sort things out. There must be a very valid reason for you to do this. You don't even seem like a bad person. If you, I-" 

Her words kept repeating in my head. What did she mean by sort out? She said I am not that bad of a person, even though I am treating her so ruthlessly.

So... how do you guys like it so far? What do you think will happen?

Also, things are gonna heat up soon so get something cold to eat when you read the next few chapters. 😊