AsYa SS |:Hostage:| (Chapter1-Page7) - Page 4

Zoya woke up in a barely lit room; she pressed a palm against her throbbing forehead and closed her eyes again. She opened them and tried to take in everything but her blurry vision was creating a hindrance and much to her relief she saw a small window towards her right. She quickly got up and suddenly everything went black she crouched down and breathed heavily. Now that she could see everything clearly she got up again and went towards the window, it was a small window and the only source of light in the room.

She peered outside but all she could see were trees huge trees which blocked the almost non-existent sunlight. She looked around the room; there was nothing except a small rug on which she was earlier lying down. Her eyes filled up with tears, why? Why had she left Ayaan's side at all? If she hadn't then she would be at home in her comfortable bed with her Abbu and her sister beside her.

She fell on her knees and let the tears stream down freely, she sobbed, shrieked and shouted but no one heard her even the birds did not screech back in response, she was miles away from civilization. She searched around hastily and much to her relief saw her handbag lying underneath the rug, she searched through it, but of course her phone had been taken away.

She started tracing the walls in search of a doorknob, and she found one. She twisted it but it was locked, of course! Why hadn't she expected it? Her captor wasn't going to let her go that easily. She banged the door loudly again and again, but no one answered let alone open the door. Her hands were now swollen up and red, she cried again and screamed but no one came.

She curled up on the rug and made a pillow out of her handbag and cried herself to sleep.

"What the hell, Ayaan?! Are you freaking out of your mind?!" Asad shouted and shook his brother by the shoulders.

"Bhai Jaan, what could have I done? She just ran away from there, I had no other option!" He shouted back.

"No other option eh? So you freaking kidnap her?! You bloody kidnap ZOYA FAROOQI?!" He bellowed, his eyes now red, Ayaan shrank back in fear he knew better than to answer back.

"Bhai Jaan, you know what Gaffur had done to our Abbu! If it had not been for him our Abbu would still be alive and our Ammi would not cry herself to sleep every night!" Ayaan said, and sat down on the bed heavily.

"Ayaan, this the reason why you accepted the job proposal of Gaffur? Just so that you can get back to him, by kidnapping his daughter? Do you even have the slightest idea of what you've done?!" Asad said his voice had an edge.

"Yes Bhai Jaan, and I'm not going to let her go until he publicly apologizes for what he did to Abbu." Ayaan said, his eyes mad with fury.

"A public apology? Do you think that will bring Abbu back from the dead? I order you to escort her safely back to her house, this instant! Do you get that?" Asad said and forced Ayaan to look at him.

"I'm not going to let her go until I've had my revenge, and if you don't want to avenge Abbu's death then you are not fit enough to be called his son!" Ayaan screamed at him and stormed out of the room, leaving a shocked Asad behind.

Asad sat down on the bed and cradled his head in his hands, was revenge necessary to avenge his father? Was revenge to kidnap an innocent 18 year old girl? A girl who knew nothing about her father, who did not even know what devil he was?

But Ayaan was his brother, and the words he'd said left a mark in his heart, maybe revenge was what was really needed right now to avenge his father's death. But by kidnapping a poor girl? No that was something against his principles. He took his car keys and headed towards the place where his brother had kidnapped Zoya, a place miles away from civilization.

Their old farmhouse.

Zoya woke up to the twisting and creaking of the old doorknob, in an instant she was alert and took out her pocket knife from her handbag, thankfully her captor had not taken out that essential item from her bag. The door opened with a loud creak and she shrank back in a corner and crouched, a tall well built man entered the room and switched on the only light bulb of the room from outside.

The yellow light illuminated his angelic features; he had a long Roman nose, full pink lips and high although hollow cheekbones and a well defined jaw. His long black hair caught the light and shimmered and then he looked at her. His eyes was what captured Zoya, they felt lifeless and full of eternal life at the same time.

She shook out of her reverie and clutched the pocket knife even tighter, the man saw the knife in her hand and immediately a sad look crossed his face and her grip loosened. He carefully took a step towards her and she took a step back and ultimately she was backed against the wall. He gently pried the pocket knife from her fingers and threw it on the floor.

Her heart was doing somersaults inside her chest, she had lost the only weapon she could use for self-defense and now she naked, he could easily take her down and she wouldn't even see it coming. But the words that came out of his mouth shocked her.

"Are you alright, Miss Farooqi?" Her captor asked her, and she stood there her mouth agape.

He asked her again.

"Are you alright, Miss Farooqi?" This time his voice was a few tones loud and she could hear it with a distant ring to it.

"Ghsghgjw?" Something unintelligible stumbled out from her mouth.

The handsome young man sighed, and her heart did that weird somersault thing again. The young man ran a hand through his hair and sighed again, a sad look crossed his face again. Zoya was confused, why was her captor acting so nice?

"Miss Farooqi, I don't know what to say, I never expected such...reckless behavior from him. I promise you that you'll be comfortable here till I take you back to your house safely." He said, slowly taking time to frame his sentence as if trying to tell a child what to do.

Zoya tilted her head to one side and looked at the man again, he was her captor and he was promising that he would safely take her to her house! And he was also talking about some other person...so who was he anyway?

He looked down at her with gentle eyes and placed something beside her feet, turned and was about to leave when Zoya asked him something.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your captor."

A/N: I know right now you people probably want to kill me or chop me into small pieces and throw them in the ocean, but I'm really sorry for the late update! I had my unit tests and now my Semester 1 exams are gonna start so I won't be able to update 'Hostage' and 'The Runaways' anytime soon. So please be patient and jhello me, I promise after September I'll give you longer and better updates! 😃

P.S. All The Runaway readers, I have updated it so you can check the update. As you know I'm a lazy bum so I'll PM you guys later 😆