Inspired by a muslimah

chap 11

Hey guys
Heres the cast...I donno why but wattpad isnt showing me the usual option of picking up the cast so I am casting here...
Myra-Sonam Kapoor
Basil-Robert Pattinson
Sulaiman-Fawad Khan
Vikas- Ian Somerhalder
And the most adorable who depicts me*winks....drum roll n trumpets in d background
Our very own...Inaya-Priya Gor.
Lol this is like casting actors from everywhere in 1 movie! I'll try to make wavesss upload priya gor's pic. N yeah I wanna dedicate this chapter to sadaffe...shes soo sw8 and gave me a push in updating otherwise me n updatng so soon, Lol rarely happens. Pls vote n comment. I just discovered that comments make me update sooner. And 1 more thing I dedicated the previous chapter to coveredpearls coz shes awesomely sweet and always brings a smile on my face:)
Back to the chapter.
Myra's POV

Asalamalaikum wa rahmatullah....I finish my salat with the salams and raise my hands to seek help from my creator. I pray for my family's safety, my safety and the world's safety and peace which Iblees was planning on destroying.

After a good 15 minutes of crying and talking to the almighty I finally get up to find iblees staring at me. It looked like he had a 100 questions to ask but as soon as he saw that I was done he motioned me to get back to my oh so comfortable place.

I didn't want to sit in that chair which felt like hard rock. It reminded me of my school benches where we had to sit for hours. I started protesting against sitting in that chair and whoa,he smiled and picked his 1 seater couch and placed it in front of me. I went to sit on it. What a gentleman! Who knew kidnappers were so carin...aaaaaaa and thud, I was met with the hard ground. The hell of a gentleman he is! I take my words back, he pulled the couch away as I was about to sit on it and he is laughing like he has seen Gandhi ji dance on a hit number! I doubt if he has even the g of gentleman.

LID I shouted and he asked what? I called you a LID and he stared at me confusion evident on his face.

Basil's POV

I stopped laughing when I heard her mutter something, LID to be precise. Lid in hindi would be dakhan which hooligans use to call fools and I am sure she didn't mean that. What does it mean I asked. "Loser in demand" she swiftly quoted. No, she did not just call me a loser! That word just took this to a whole new level. It reminded me of my strained past where everyone used to think of me a loser. I wasn't enraged but I was hurt. It brought back all the bad memories which used to haunt me so often. It took me so much time to get out of my past and kick start a new beginning of a new me. Being kind and selfless had never helped me. People thought I was weak and had taken advantage of me. All this had given rise to the devil I am now and I wouldn't change for the world. I saw that she had her gaze fixed on me as I drifted away in my thoughts. My expression sure had become gloomy and she had noticed it because she apologised and quietly went back and sat on her chair. She looked concerned. No one in this world had ever shown any concern towards me.

This girl was just something else.

She felt bad for her kidnapper who practically destroyed her life and for now had made her land on her back. She kept asking me if I was fine till I tied her back to her chair.

After tying her up I gave her some pizza I had ordered for her to eat which earned a squeal from her making me think there was a mouse here!

" I love pizza" she stated and started hogging it like there was no tomorrow. Sshe hadn't eaten since yesterday.

I left giving her some privacy to eat not that she needed it. I exit the room from the only one door there which was painted the same color as the walls so that it is not found quickly by the victims. I usually leave only when she's asleep even if there's an emergency so that she doesn't see it though I know she can't escape even if she sees it but for now she was too engrosses in eating her first love (pizza) as she calls it, yeah she actually told me that.

Going out I instruct the guards to keep an eye on the door and leave. I go to the nearby park and take a quick jog. I can't help thinking about that girl. She is very unique and extra careful about any physical contact with me. Even while I was tying her up she used to move every part of hers away from my hands even though she was covered from head to toe. She hadn't even removed that cloth on her head. I remember it is called hijab. My grandmother was a muslim and she used to wear it too. She had asked me to turn around when she had combed her hair. She glowed when she was praying and I couldn't take my eyes off her. What is happening to me? I have to get a grip on myself and focus on my target...destruction of this country...
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Checking if dis chap has been published! Wattpad is givng me a tough time
Sum1 pls be a sweet person n comment n tell me if dis has been published. Will give me sum relief!