Karim^

Dedicated to

#justiceforKarim indeed.

Karim is the driver, in case you guys *clears throat and gives a pointed look* don't remember him.

"We will miss you so much, Karim," Alya smiles tearily at me. I smile back sadly, she was like the little sister I never had. A tear rolls down her cheeks and I wipe them. Just in time, her mother calls her. With a final goodbye, she disappears inside the airport and I sigh.

Time to give the boy a visit.

I remember the boy's face very well. What was his name again? Zayn it was, probably. Or was it Zayd? No no, it was Zayn. I walk to a cab and tell the driver the direction to Zayn's house. This guy was going to get a good beating, how dare he hurt my little sister?

What Alya didn't know was, every time she walked to Zayn's house, I followed her. I did not want her to get hurt and the world was a cruel place. I am instantly reminded of that time when Zayn sneaked inside her room.

Allah knows what he did to my innocent sister. This guy was going to get interrogated.

But last night, she came with tears, sobbing all the way to her home. And at that moment I knew I wasn't going to sit there and do nothing while the boy broke Alya's heart.

This Zayn guy really is going to get his ass beaten.

I look at the surroundings and find that the houses look different. The farther we go, the more different the surroundings look. I feel myself getting anxious, perhaps this isn't where Zayn lives.

Or maybe I am not being able to recognize this place because I have only seen this place at the dark of night and not in the daylight.

However, after two hours of driving, I decide that I have indeed reached the boy's house. Paying the cab driver, I get out of the car and walk inside the apartment we are in front of.

The apartment is secluded and dark and in my heart, I feel like this is not where Zayn lives. But, I wasn't going to give up. I get inside the elevator and a scantily dressed woman looks at me with big green eyes and a seductive smile.

I unintentionally look down her body. Wallahi, this woman knew no modesty! Her body was fully bare except for the two pieces of very small cloth. I instantly look away, asking for forgiveness under my breath to my Lord.

Astaghfirullah.

"Which floor, sir?"

Ignoring her, I press the tenth-floor button and avert my gaze to my shoes, wondering if this scantily dressed woman was also going to Zayn's place or not. Because she hadn't pressed any button yet.

Zayn better not, I grit my teeth. Alya truly deserves someone better than him.

Could it be that Zayn had asked for this woman to come over?

The second the elevator door opens, I stride outside and knock at the door. Sadly, the woman waits behind me. This Zayn guy is so much worse than I had thought.

"Wallahi, get your hands off me, women!" I look at the three women in front of me in horror as they wrap their bare arms around mine and pull me inside with weird smiles on their faces.

Their chests and private parts are covered by small shiny fabrics and I look away instantly, my cheeks heat up. Is this where Zayn lives? If so, he is going to die today. How dare he play with Alya?

"Welcome to Ardour, sir," a woman thankfully clad in more clothes than the three says. Ardour? What place is this?

"I am looking for Zayn," I tell her. Now I think about it, I think it's Zayd.

"Zayd. I'm looking for Zayd," I correct myself and clear my throat.

"Oh boy! Sorry sir but we only have women. We don't have men yet," she clarifies, worryingly. My eyebrows crease and I look at her in confusion. What is happening?

"However, we do have a Zara," her eyes light up. "Call her," she orders one of the three women and I look away as she walks. Good Lord, get me out of this misery!

"200 dollars an hour, sir. But Zara is new and she is cheap as of now," the woman says in a sickly sweet tone as she turns to the door. Two hundred what?

And what is cheap, again? Please don't tell me she is talking about a woman being cheap.

Air is knocked out of my lungs when the door opens and a girl enters. The jet black wavy hair frames her face and my eyes come in contact with the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. As if in a trance, I shamelessly stare at the beautiful girl before me. She looks young, probably in her late teens.

Her face is perfection. Her cute nose flares ever so lightly and her pouty lips are forming the smallest of smile. Angel. My eyes sweep down her form and my jaw clenches when I take in what she is wearing.

Like everyone else, she too is wearing very little. Almost bare. Naked. I look away. I am not to judge.

"This is Zara, she is new. A hundred dollars an hour, sir."

Sure, I've come to the wrong address. However, looking at the woman before me, I only feel happy to have come here.

Her eyes, they almost look sad. As if she does not want to be here, her eyes flicker to the door and she looks at it in longing.

Muttering a prayer for forgiveness under my breath, I take out a two hundred dollar bill. Shoving it in the woman's hand, I follow Zara as she leads me to a room.

The second we enter the room, she begins to get off the little clothes she is wearing. With wide eyes, I grab her wrists and stop her. Her hazel eyes look at me in confusion and fear until her lips form an 'o'.

"Do you want to undress me?" her silvery voice is soft as she looks at me with a tilted head. Fear is burning in her eyes.

Undress her? Astaghfirullah.

"No."

I close my eyes and wipe the image off my mind.

"I'm inexperienced, please choose another girl. Please," she says with tears in her eyes. Muttering a prayer under my breath, my hands leave hers and I shrug the jacket off me and hand it to her.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," I tell her.

"Are you here willingly?"

My question catches her off guard. She pulls the sleeves of my jacket inside her arms and hugs the jacket close to her body, looking relieved, the fear subsiding a little.

"No," she looks at her feet. My jacket is now fully covering her upper half, she looks somewhat cute.

"M-my step-father s-sold me," she whispers.

My fists clench at their own accord, I try to control the anger burning inside me.

"Have you been with men?" I desperately hope she says 'no', I would fucking kill someone if they'd put their filthy hands on her, without her consent.

"Yes." Her bottom lip quivers.

"Without consent?" I look at her as my heart beats in rage.

"Yes."

Fuck.

My nails dig into my palm.

"We're getting you out of here," I let her know.

"H-how?" her hopeful twinkling eyes melt my insides. I pass her a small smile.

"You shouldn't be trusting strangers."

"I trust you," she says, her cheeks turn pink. I smile at her again. She really shouldn't be trusting strangers. Too naive, I think to myself.

"I have a plan," I begin looking at her hazel eyes, "how good of an actress are you?"

. . .

"Ow, it hurts so much," Zara fake screams in pain, clutching the shirt on my chest tightly as I hold her bridal style.

"Call a fucking ambulance," I growl out, internally laughing when she secretly winks at me.

Everyone's in a fenzy as they rush around. I look at the wide door. This is a stupid plan, I know, but we got to at least try. Counting to three inside my head, I dash outside. It takes some time for people to realize what has happened.

By the time they run after us, we're already inside the elevator. The door closes before they can enter. I set Zara to her feet and look at her flushed state.

"What if we get caught-" I put my finger over her lips and sush her. We won't get caught. Those were some stupid people.

As the elevator door opens, I run outside as I grab Zara's hand in mine. We get inside the uber that is waiting. Asking the driver to speed a little, we turn around and find the people standing there with shocked expressions.

I am surprised when they don't even try to follow us. I'm thankful for their stupidity, nevertheless. Or perhaps, they thought Zara wasn't worth it. Stupid, either way.

Zara giggles softly. "Thank you," she whispers. I smile at the angel before me.

"Now what?" she looks down at her lap that is still very bare. She seriously needs clothes.

"Don't worry," I lightly caress her cheek. Her eyes flutter close.

On the way to my place, I swear I see Zayd in his motorbike. I could have gotten out and beaten the hell out of him but the little angel beside me was leaning against my side as she slept. I would do it some other time, I promised.