Myra's POV
I was brought back into the present by a grunt from the person standing in front of me.
God! This was that idiot..that iblees because of whom I am in this pathetic situation and look at his confidence. He is smirking at me! I wanted to get up and slap him hard not because he was smirking but because he had practically disrupted my normal life. I wanted to slap him not once but thrice, the way they show in hindi dramas. After a minute of smirking and then kind of flirting too telling me that he had'nt expected me to be this beautiful he went back to threatening me of the consequences of what I was going to do. I don't know what is the use of threatening me because this freaking iblees sure was not going to let me free unless he could make sure I wouldn't open my mouth and let him carry out his disgusting plan of destroying the lives of thousands of people. He sure would keep me but till when? He would kill me. I don't mind that but what about my family. Ya Allah I sure wanted some thrill in my life but not this much!
He went and sat in the couch kept opposite me. How dare he sit across me in that comfortable couch whereas I was tied to a hard plastic chair and my bum was practically dying! Buckle up Myra, whats wrong with you. How can you even think of such things as comfort in a life threatening situation like this? I sure had become insane. It was hilarious as to how I was thinking about my a** in such a case! Focus on escaping! Think..think. Please brain..light that bulb of yours. I tend to act crazy in serious situations. Mood swings! Just a few minutes ago there was a tear forming in my eye thinking about the past and now here I am thinking about everything else besides escaping but who can blame me? Staying with a sister who was born 3/4th insane..I guess this is what happens. Thinking about her caused my lips to curl up into a smile. Something struck me when I sat there in silence! I had not offered any of my prayers since I had been kidnapped. Chuck that! I dint even know what time it was. Allah knows, I dint do that on purpose. I started shouting out to the stranger who was sleeping. Monster! How could anyone sleep after kidnapping an innocent girl lije me. He almost fell out of the couch when he heard me scream. That was soo funny and earned a giggle from me to which I got a glare in return. "WHAT?" Asked the stranger in his oh! So sweet and melodious voice( note the sarcasm).
"What time is it?"
Whats that to you? Its not like you have to do something or go somewhere.
Me:Yeah sure..I have to board a flight!
Iblees himself:Haha. Very funny
Me:Can you just shut up and tell me the time. How can I as a human remain oblivious to the time?
Stranger(lets call him iblees for now):Won't till you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours.
Me: K fine. I have to offer my salat.
Iblees:Whats that?
Me:I have to pray! Get that in that fat but gorgeous face of yours!
Iblees: Come again...hahahaha.. you just admitted that I look gorgeous but We haven't even given you food to eat and you are not asking for food but the time! People can pray sitting, with their eyes closed. Why do you require time for that. Its not that god has given you some appointment that you have to pray at that time.
Hmmm...now that I think of it he does look gorgeous with his strikingly straight nose, fair skin and eyes of a deep color.
Iblees: I am a muslim mr stranger and we have to pray at certain times of the day.
Iblees: Oh! Its 5pm
Me: Gosh! I have to offer my asr namaz.
Iblees: So do it. Why are you telling me?
Me: I have to use the loo and then I need my hands and legs free to prostrate and stuff.
Iblees: Do I look like a fool or something to open you so that you run away?
Me: Allah knows, theres no way to escape out here. You know better since theres practically no door in view.
Stranger: Oh so you've been searching for an escape route.
Me: No way. Why would I? I've got all the luxuries of the world here! Why would I even think of running away. I mock him.
Iblees: Hmmm. Stop eating my head. I know there's no way of escape so I'm untying the rope but I'll tie it once your done. Are you feeling hungry?
Iblees: Oma! Who would think the kidnapper has sone humanity in him. My tummy started growling at the mere mention of hunger.
Me: No I don't eat. I am an angel.
He completely ignores the irony in my sentence and proceeds to tell me the food will be here in a few minutes and that I can eat it.
I go to the washroom which stinks...ewwww!! I quickly clean it a bit and then do my ablution.
As I come out, he peeks in and in kind of amusement asks himself if the tiles of the washroom were white before! It was black before I cleaned it a bit, iblees...I inwardly chuckled and went to find a clean place which, mind you was difficult to find, almost like fighting a battle. Phew! Never in my life did i think i would have such a long conversation with a kidnapper let alone a stranger. Then start with my namaz. I finally feel some peace....
Hey wattpals! Hope you liked it. I wasn't gonna update but I guess, since my overall reads though including the ones reading my book again and again has reacged 1k I updated!!! Yeah for the lazy me.. im supposd to be writing my practical records now. And yeah I am dedicating this chapter to stillateenager for supporting me soo much. Im sure im gonna dedicate chaps to those who vote and encourage me! Thnk u sooooo much for the votes and bye. Enjoy reading other novels till the lazy author of this book decides she would do this book a favour and update again!
Iblees means devil as in satan!! Lol he is no less then a devil is he?
And yeah! I hope the pics of basil, myra, inaya, vikas and sulaiman are out...well that depends on whether your very own wavesss had decided that she would finally do that for me since I am not able to update my wattpad on my phone leading to not having that extra feature of uploading pics and choosing the cast :(
Well anyway, I chose those people who partly resemble the real life characters I have described in my book! Had a tough time with it though. But yeah excluding Basil and Vikas though coz they exist only in my brain...
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