THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract-The devil in disguise.

What an ass. Excuse my language but I think I've gone mad. Mad to even think about stepping foot in this man's car.

Firstly, I was defying one of the first rules parents warned their kids about: never ever get into a stranger's car-even if they offered you a lift home. And sweets. I was a total sucker for sweets.

Thousands of thoughts dwelled in my head during the spur of the moment. Lots of what ifs? I mean who could blame me? An innocent girl taking a ride home (if that's where I was heading) in a stranger's car-anything could happen!

The man also had the cheek to call me difficult. If it wasn't forbidden to do so, I would've swore at him right there.

My heart was pounding almost out of my chest as I hesitantly got into the front seat of his beautiful chrome Mercedes. I cherished each moment as I studied the beige interior that was to die for. It had small crystal lights engraved on the top sides and a place reserved for champagne.

I felt so haraam* to be even near a non-mahram* and totally ignored the bitter fact that he was probably a drinker. But so long as Allah knew my intentions I should be fine, right?

The car began accelerating towards the main street and I cautiously strapped my seat belt on. I prepared my agonizing self for the lengthy, excruciating minutes in this car that was yet to arrive.

A strong spicy scent of musky cologne wafted through the air causing me to shamefully liquefy inside.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead and occasionally dropped few glances to his phone perched up on the right hand corner with the directions upon the screen.

He glared with upmost focus as if his eyes were piercing through the glass and his hands, stayed tightened onto the steering wheel.

I felt a flush of guilt overtake me for being so close to him, so bad for being in his presence but there was nothing I could do. There was almost something so dominating about him; seeming so controlling by the way he was demanding me to get in and I pratically felt too scared to say no.

Hence after his sturdy tone made my mouth shut in awe, I followed his order and took the risk of getting in.

The sound of door locks clicked and I breathed deeply in agony. Soon the car moved steadily along the road, stopping at the lights occasionally.

Naturally, I lowered my gaze onto my lap, where I held my phone tightly in my grip.

Judging from his looks, he was probably middle eastern, this made me a bit more comfortable after accepting his offer to let him drive me home, but it didn't make me trust him any less.

So I memorized his reg car number, and pre-dialed 911 on my phone. Hey, I wasn't taking any chances. And it was another thing that I didn't even know his name, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

I was too scared to question him or his mysterious intentions but I being me, decided to blurt out the first thing playing on my mind.

"What do you benefit out of taking me home?"

My voice seemed more quieter than usual and so awkward amongst the silence. He glanced at me quickly and averted his eyes back onto the road.

''Nothing, but I don't like seeing vulnerable women like you out on the streets at night,"

''Women like me? What's that meant to mean?" I answered back in defence.

"You know...you're Muslim and that,'' he stated and I looked at him in disgust.

''Just because I may be Muslim, it doesn't mean I can't fend for myself.'' I snapped harshly, straight-facing him and fiddling with the straps of my bag.