☆ AMAAN ULLAH ZAMAN ☆
27 year old ex-marine who is now looking for some meaning in his life. After his father remarried he doesn't have a family to call his own. When the opportunity of bodyguarding a spoilt princess comes along he takes it up. But...
I could hear him. His breath, his heartbeat. He was near me. The sound of his breathing becoming erratic as if he knew my fears and was feeding on them. Right on cue he started laughing, that laugh it send shivers down to my spine, it made my whole core shake. Tears coming out of my eyes. I didn't know what to do or say. I was so scared nothing but sobs were coming out of my mouth.
"Oh honey, I would never hurt you" His spat as I could feel his hands snake around my waist and pull me closer to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he lowered his mouth down to my neck. "You're to precious to me" He said and pushed me onto the bed. "Phhleease let me go" I managed to choke out. "Let you go oh, no honey, I haven't even started to have my fun yet. You made me wait so long, teased me and now that I have finally gotten my hands on you, you want me to let you go, are you fucking kidding me" He started shouting. He lunged towards me and pushed me down "No stop please" I tried pushing him off me away from me. I scream. I open my eyes and realise it was all a dream.
Sweat dripping all over my body, my hearbeat erratic. Another dream. Another nightmare. I fanatically search for the switch on my bedside table, needing to reassure myself that I was at home, I was safe. As I switch the lamp on I look around for my phone. I find it and do the thing Umer, my brother, told me to do and it's the only thing that helps.
I Play Surah Rahman and lay down start praying "Fabi Ayyi Ala I Rabbikuma Tukazziban" I whisper to myself. Once the surah has finished playing I get out of bed and walk towards my bathroom. I draw myself a bath and add in a Lush bath bomb.
I place my prayer mat down and pray Fajr. "Ya Allah, I'm not a perfect human, I don't pray regularly. I always forget you and only remember you when I need you. I know you are always with me but I can't have done something this terrible for my life to have become so horrible that I can't even sleep properly at times. If I have done something bad and dreadful then please forgive me. Ya Allah Maafi de do (oh Allah forgive me)" I whisper. Tears roll down my cheek. I'm about to fold my prayer mat away when I hear the creak of my bedroom door.
"Hey Simba you up already" my brother Umer shouts from the door. "Yup I'm up" I say looking back at him. "Hmmm, you okay" He says giving me a weird look. "Yea I'm good, better actually" I say sitting on my bed. "Great that means you can cook me an amazing tasty breakfast, chal jaldi shabash aja (come on quickly, well done)" He says walking out the room.
I smile to myself, I loved cooking and if it's for someone I love then it's even better. I get up and head towards the kitchen. "Ali Baba, I'm cooking breakfast so you can go have a rest. Actually I have a better plan, you can use this time and pray for me, that I get the admission letter today" I say smiling up at him. "Laylah Beta I pray for you always, May Allah keep you smiling" He says. "Pray that she gets a mad husband like herself, so she can leave and let me be" My brother laughs. "Bhaiyaa" I moan.
I love my brother and he loves me. My mum died a long time ago and Dad, well he always away for business. I have grandparents from my mums' side but they live in America with my uncles, aunties and cousins. I don't have any other family apart from my Chachu and his family who live in Scotland.
After breakfast I'm getting ready to meet my friend Sophia who is my best friend in the whole world, and my only friend in the whole world. I was a girl who had everything a few years ago, I was popular, had tons of friends and did not have a care in the world, until that fateful event. Ever since then all my friends left me apart from Sofie. She has been my one constant rock other than Umer bhai. I guess when you lose things you also gain something. I feel happier around less people but sometimes it can get lonely. I lost my self-respect, someone who I loved or thought I did, my so-called friends and my freedom. But I gained a friend that will do anything for me and I for her. I gained a connection with Allah, even though it might not be a perfect connection but knowing he is always there making me a better Muslim and in turn a better human. I may not be the happy popular rich girl who makes friends easily anymore but now maybe I am the rich girl who is at peace with the two most important people in my life.
My phone rings bringing me out of my thoughts. I swipe and put her on loudspeaker. "Madam, kithe ho? Where are you?" She demands to know in the rich Punjabi accent. "I'm at home just getting out. I'll meet you at Harvey Nichols" I say grabbing my bag and my car keys. "See you there" She says cutting me off. I run towards MacGyver, "My baby" I gush as I get in and drive off.
"Honestly did you see her face" Sofia laughs looking back at the lady at the cashier. "Stop looking at her" I whisper to her as I drag her along with me without looking. I bump into some. "Sorry" I say looking up at the person. "Mani Bhai! Tussi aithe (You here?)" She shouts. "Cousin Sophie, how are you?" He replies back taking off his sunglasses. He is hot I think to myself. "Astagfurallah" I say. They both look at me with confused expressions.
Sophie is about to introduce me to her cousin when 'Mani' cuts her off "Get down" he shouts pushing her on top of me.
"Don't move" He whispers looking at me.
"Oh my God, not again" I whisper looking between Sophie and her cousin. He pulls out his phone and rings the police. I hear a gunshot go off and people running around. I have no idea what happens in the next 10 mins.
"Laylah come on let's get you home" I hear Sophie bringing me out of my trance. "What happened" I choke out. "Give me your car keys" She says taking my bag. "Drive, I'm right behind you" He says as Sophie drags me into the passenger seat of my Tesla.
Why Ya Allah, why me? Why again? What if something had happened to Sophie, I panic looking at her.
"No, don't you dare Laylah". Sophie looks at me and then back at the road.
"What if....." I speak.
"I said don't" She cuts me off. "Don't you dare blame yourself for something rotten that are the actions of some horrible monsters" She says. "Read your Zikr, Laylah" She says calmly. I nod and do as she says.
I look in the centre mirror and see a red Volkswagen following us. "That's Amaan, you bumped into him outside Gucci" She reminds me. "Don't worry, I trust him with my life and also with yours" She said looking at the road. "He's just making sure we get you home safely" She continues.
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================================================================================Guys I know that Sajal and Ahad are married etc and I ship them a lot, this is just a story so please lets not get into the who Feroze-Sajal-Ahad thing. I just couldn't picture anybody else playing these roles.
