His Ruthless Love

16

WAHAAJ’S POV:

I acquired Ayyan’s call at 2 am.

“We’ve caught the bastard.” He spoke about the client trying to sell the girls.

“Okay. take him to the farmhouse. I’ll be there in a while.” I told him and cut the call. I looked to my ide to see Abeera curled up and hugging my arm as she slept.

“Sigh. What will I do with my cute stubborn wife?” I thought.

I wanted to hug her tight and fall back asleep, but I knew I had to leave. I freed myself from her grip and got ready to leave.

As I reached the farmhouse, I saw that the bastard was brutally beaten. I knew that this was delivered by Ayaan as he looked pretty furious himself

“S-Sorry. I‘m really sorry. Please forgive me.” The bastard said.

“You should know that there is no forgiveness in my world.” I spoke while pointing my gun at his left foot.

I shot his feet, then his legs, then his arms and then finally his head. I wanted him to suffer to death.

“Let him be an example for all those who think of breaking my rules.” I said, moving outside.

Ayyan followed and I asked him playfully. “So, what should be your reward for your hard work?”

“Will you give me what I want?” He looked into my eyes.

“Of course I will, if I can.” I told him.

“Your sister-in-law, then” He whispered.

“What? Did I hear you right?” I asked and started laughing.

“Stop laughing “ He said irritatedly.

“Haven’t you learned a lesson from me, man. Sigh! But nothing can be done now that you’ve fallen for her.” I said. I had a feeling that another wedding would be soon approaching.

ABEERA’S POV:

When I woke up, I was alone in bed. I got ready and offered my prayer. I’d had a very restless sleep knowing I won’t get the right sleep. I decided to go to the garden for a walk as the sun was rising at that point.

I was walking in the garden, when one of the girls standing at the entrance of the guest house, motioned me to come towards her.

I walked towards her, ashamed to be the wife of the monster who was going to sell them.

“I-I’m sorry.” I started, sorry for not being able to help them.

“Why are you sorry? We should be thankful to you.” She said and I looked at her, confused. Another girl was also there, but she was half hiding behind the door.

“Sir saved us from being sold. I don’t know what type of man he is, but for us he is an angel.” She spoke and I felt ashamed of myself.

I didn’t know how to react, but what I did know was that I had a lot of things to apologize for. The girl who explained everything looked like she was in her mid-twenties, but the girl hiding looked rather young.

“Come here.” I called out to that girl. She came to me hesitantly and looked around 16 or 17 years old.

“What is your name?” I asked her.

“A-Alia.” She stuttered nervously. To comfort her, I put my hand on her shoulder. Her stole dropped from her head and onto her shoulder, but she quickly adjusted it again.

“Hey, relax. It’s just us.” I spoke to her softly and she started crying hysterically.

“They-they said that I got kidnapped because of my dressing and that if I’d worn more covered dress that I wouldn’t have been kidnapped.” She sobbed. That’s when I noticed that she was wearing jeans and a top.

“Alia, it’s not your fault. Your clothing doesn’t decide whether you are kidnapped or not. The kidnapped you because they were monsters. It has nothing to do with your dressing.” I soothed her.

I hugged her to provide comfort as her sobs were lessening.

A while later, a guard came to me and told me that it was time for them to leave.