Chapter Eight

Layla recovered from the panic attack and woke up later the next day. She was in a magnificent looking room. She could smell Mika'il's cologne, so she knew that he was close by. Her mond begun contemplating over what happened yesterday. All she could remember was that, her father was at the wedding with his new wife and she suffered a panic attack after talking to him.

It finally hit her that, she was in nothing but a sleeveless nightgown. She gulped hard. Her eyes searched around for a little clue as to where exactly she is. This room looked familiar to her, but she couldn't seem to pin down how she knew this room.

She got up with a little pain in her chest and saw her cute travellers bag in the open closet of the room which had her name carved beautifully above it. She quickly ransacked through it and found a modest looking Abaya.

She wasn't going to give that evil man a chance with her, and do she had to be quick and smart at all times.She looked better in her long dress. She found the bathroom and took a long warm bath. There was everything she needed available for her.

She put on her Abaya and performed wudhu and prayed in the corner of the room. This man she was trapped with, she prayed that he would let go of her sooner than later.

"Yaa Allah. Protect me from this man. I just want to have my life back. Forgive me my sins and the sins of my family. Forgive my father for what he has done to my mother and I. I forgive him and I hope You forgive him too. Ameen"

She rounded up her prayers and felt appeasement within her suddenly. She was completely oblivious of Mika'il's presence right behind her. She folded her prayer mat and turned round to place it in a better place than Mika'il had kept it, when her back suddenly slammed against someone's chest. She gulped loudly.

The devil amongst men held her possessively in his arms. A tear drop from her eyes. She wasn't happy with how this man was treating her. She was vulnerable anywhere she was. She couldn't possibly understand why.

"L-Leave me alone " she stuttered.

He held her more possessively and whispered seductively in her ears but Layla hated every moment of it

"I'm your husband Layla. I can do whatever,I want with your body. Get it!" He said it so calmly,yet the venom in it made her scared.

"P-please don't hurt me " she pleaded as she begun crying her heart out.

He turned her round to face him as he hugged her tightly, which she obviously didn't return the hug.

"I won't hurt you, if only you submit your love, mind and body to me okay?" She shook her head in obvious disagreement with what he just said. He pushed her violently away as she fell unto the ground.

"Stop making me mad at you Layla! Just submit! And let me make you mine alone!" He spat as he paced towards her.

She backed away and screamed in her doll voice.

"We are two different worlds altogether Mika'il! You can never be the one for me! I'll make sure of it!!" Mika'il looked at her in an impressed manner.

He chuckled and whispered;

"I always get what I want bay girl and I want you! I'm going to get you and nobody's going to come in my way!"

Layla was heartbroken now, she knew that Mika'il was dangerous and would do everything to get what he wanted.

She burst out in tears and covered her face with her palms.

Mika'il walked away with a stern face. He was angry with her. All she needed to do was to submit. Just let him make her his. He had never fallen in love, so he didn't know how all that thing about treating your women right worked.

The Devil amongst men , was sceptical about issues, concerning love and happiness, he was bonded rather to issues of hindrance, misdemeanour, sadness and everything that was contemplated evil.

Not until his angel came along and softened him. Of course, she had softened him for herself only. He was still that ruthless man to everyone else.

He was going to make her submit to him by any means necessary.

Unknown's POV

"Let's destroy Mikai'il's love for little Layla shall we?" the evil man said to the wore before him.

The whore smiled sinisterly and nodded.

"Soon, he'll forget about her and he'll be shattered into pieces, when he realises what is happening to him" the whore said.

In the dark red room, the roars of nefarious laughter was heard.

Some evil people had learnt about Layla and Mika'il's relationship and we're planning on sabotaging it.

Layla on the other hand decided that if she stayed in this house any longer, the worst could happen to her. She wanted to escape, but she had no idea how to. She realised that she was in this house alone with Mikail and a nice looking elderly woman.

Perhaps, if she was able to get the woman to help her out, she could run away from this man and this forced marriage.

And like magic, the maid came into her room with some fresh linen and a smiling face. Layla smiled back at her with her red teary eyes.

"Asalamu Alaikum Khalah (Peace Be Upon You Aunt)" she greeted the lovely looking woman.

"Walikum Salam Abinti (Peace Be Upon You Too, my daughter)".

Layla knew that she could confide in this woman. She smiled as she asked

" Can I please come with you downstairs to the kitchen?"

She nodded happily and held her hand out for Layla to take. She took it happily and they both walked away from the room.

"I'm what's your name Aunt?" Layla asked.

"I'm Feyrouzah. You can call me Mom or Mrs. Feyrouzah tho'" she responded.

Layla smiled at her as she instructed her to sit on one of the kitchen's stools. She watched how Feyrouzah was cooking. She got up and decided to help her.

"Are you making Pasta and spicy chicken nuggets mom?" She asked elder woman.

She nodded.

"Let me take over. You look tired" Layla convinced the woman.

Layla was a great chef. She had that good hand, for making delicious meals.

She expertly cut the vegetables and the chicken. She spiced the chicken up and fried them. She cooked the pasta and added the vegetables and did everything she was supposed to do.

After the pasta was made, she made some fruit salad and some cookies too.

The Elder woman was very much impressed with her expert cooking.

"You are a very great cook Layla" she complimented.

"Thank you " Layla replied.

What dye didn't know was that his Royal Rajah Mika'il was starting at her from across the kitchen counter. She was so busy that she didn't notice the maid leave and Mika'il stand right behind her.

She held flour in a bowl and was about to turn to pick the milk from the counter when she bumped into a hard human wall which sent the flour flying and pouring on their faces.

Layla couldn't help but laugh. Mikail had so much flour on his face and, it made him look like a polar bear.

She didn't like him, but this event made her laugh at him. She hadn't laughed in a while.

Ever since Mikail came back, it had just been tears for her. Mika'il grinned, which made her laugh even more.

He hugged her forcefully, then her happiness left her again.

She tried to pull away, but she couldn't.

"Please let go of me" as a tear drop escaped her.

"I really love your make up free face and your beautiful black hair. It's what attracts me most to you and your killer smile and dimples.

You should laugh more often. It chases my demons away" he said, totally ignoring her plea.

She just looked back and walked away. She wasn't going to make more cookies anymore. She was just going in to clean herself up and go to sleep.

She just didn't want all that's happening to her.

Her life was alright, until this man came along and ruined it.

She would never forgive him. She needed to make him repulse her. He said he loved her black hair and makeup free face right?

She was going to destroy this.

She would destroy everything about her that attracts him to her.

She knew what to do.....

"I just want to hold you right in my arms and tell you how much I love you"