this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end
Amal's pov:
"please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand.
"why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that w...
I took a deep breath and stepped outside the car, chilly wind greeting me,
I walked inside the old cafe and looked around.
few people... old dingy cafe... table at the end is where I am supposed to be I walked right towards it and settled down i tapped my foot impatiently waiting for this guy the only thing that kept ringing in my ears was
your freind amal is in trouble
your freind amal is in trouble
your freind amal is in trouble
i rubbed my face frustratedly and looked at my wrist watch 45 minutes passed... I raised my hand and motioned the waiter towards me "um hi I would like a cappuccino please"
"you are being followed by arhams mens since months....this cafe is just a cover up, go to the bathroom in five minutes" the waiter said while scribbling my order.
I looked at him shocked... I glanced towards the window behind me and saw no one...nothing suspicious at all.
after 5 long painfull minutes i calmly stood up from my chair and walked towards the bathroom.
as soon as I entered the waiter guy rushed towards me
"okay so give me your jacket and walk right through that service door and sit in the car...while I will sit in the booth wearing your jacket so that those spies will think that you are right there"
"but why are they following me...and who are?...and who called me?"
"HURRY UP!!!" he yelled irritated
nodding I gave him my leather jacket and he went out handing me a cap and hoodie while exiting
I slipped on the cap and hoodie and walked out trying to cover my face as much as I can I snorted such an idiotic cover up...it looks so obvious
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I opened the service door and saw a white SUV waiting for me with a slightly ajar passenger door...I opened it and sat Inside.
Amal's pov
I stood near the window looking outside at view of the city Its one year and I have been out only around ten to 12 times and around 9 of my "outings" were to hospital.
fatema bee and rest of the servants were fired as a part of my punishment so I do all the chores in this massive 5bhk bungalow
mumma and abbu also dont call.... they never called after arham lied to them.
Thinking of my parents I felt a wave of emotions wash over me I ran towards the bed and broke into hysterical sobs.
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