It was a large dead area with no sign of life around. Even the trees had given up on their lives pertaining to the ghastly atmosphere around the tall abandoned under construction building she was dragged in.

The dry cement walls were chipped all over, dusty narrow stairs scary for a normal person to even look at, let alone climb on.

While Yazan searched for her in every 15 floors of the building round, she sat in tears near Emir, her breathe hitching in utter terror.

"Le...let go..."

Sayba murmured, trying hard to turn her face away from his and inhale in some pure oxygen.

"Sshh.."

His grip tightened around her neck to provoke her further.

"Let's have a decent conversation, shall we?"

He nodded his head at his own words and settled her in between his legs.

"Look Saybo..."

Emir grasped her hair earning a painful flinch in response, she still maintained her eyes lowered.

"Look at me I said."

"Let me...go..plea.."

"LOOK AT ME!"

Her eyes automatically met his at the shriek voice.

He soon erased warning and strictness from his expression, licking his lips in anticipation staring at her tearful eyes, fear of him in them waving there.

"You all murdered my father."

"He..raped me."

"You chose that option, you weren't forced."

Said Emir gently ruffling her hair, as if adoring her, reasoning what he seems to be logical enough.

She remained silent, each moment passing by cut her hopes off to be rescued from this hellish night.

Her gaze roamed around the room at the glass walls standing at either sides of the room as he quietly played with her hair, acting like he has no hurry in doing what he brought her here for.

She sat unmoved, not even struggling to maintain distance from him as it already happened twice that he slapped her in the trials.

It's been an hour she's caged here with him, still, he did nothing, growing doubts in her mind of his intentions and motives.

"Wha..what do you want from me?"

"Something that I will force to take from you."

He chuckled.

Sayba wobbled her lips out and broke into muffled sobs, every inch of her body shaking in dread.

"We're waiting for your husband now."

He informed tiredly, checking time in his wrist watch.

"Why...?"

"Well first I thought we can just video call him and get on our work but then....here he is, roaming around each floor of this building finding for you."

Her tears lessened raining, perplexed at his words trying to take a meaning out of them.

"He..he.."

"And I feel like...."

He paused gritting his teeth and pulled her close by her hair.

"...already raping you to death for daring to seek for help."

He banged her head against hers in rage instantly causing her loudly whine in pain handling which, she looked at him with her eyes begging for some mercy.

"Do..nt...please.."

"It doesn't work that way Saybo. You cheated on me, you burnt my father in acid, you caused him death.

I'll make sure you pay FOR IT TONIGHT."

He shouted out the last words when she struggled to get out of his hold, her whole existence imploring for clemency.

"Shall we just start or wait for your husband yet?"

He touched the zipper of her Abaya with his other hand tightly clutching her hair, leaving her no access to protest.

"No no no no..pl..please.. please..please no..."

"EMIR...please...don't."

A powerless manly voice pleaded.

"There you are, finally!"

Emir smirked turning to his left to look at Yazan stepping in the next room.

Her soul shattering sobs paused at his arrival, instantly feeling under protection just by hearing his voice.

Emir stood up and walked to the glass door facing Yazan who's managing hard to stand on his feet after roaming around the 15 floors of this building more than twice.

"Get into this room and I'll let her go, then you're allowed to cut me into pieces or kick me to the law."

Emir challenged, confidence shouting in his expression.

If only he knew the land he's standing on belongs to his best friend.

Yazan said nothing, expressionlessly watching his wife sitting at a corner lifelessly.

After a minute, he shifted his attention to Emir, his Adam's apple rising and falling in trepidation, jaw clenching in fury yet panic prominent in his look.

Emir smirked liking to see him this much affrighted.

He ruffled his hair while unbuttoning his shirt, alarming Yazan as he exhaled out a heavy breathe and turned around to rush to the door.

He twisted the knob of the door only to find it locked, tried it again but alas, failed.

"Za...nn..."

Hearing her bawl, Yazan turned around to see her in Emir's arm as he held her from behind.

Yazan struggled enough to maintain his strength but the sight of her being manhandled hitched his breathe and a teardrop fell down his eye.

"I can't live behind the bars for a whole lifetime. So take this task just for my promotion to direct death."

Emir smirked before he leaned down to breathe in Sayba's neck causing her figure get frozen in fear.

She flinched staring at Yazan for help but he stood unmoved until Emir unzipped her Abaya in a jolt.

"Defend yourself Sayba.."

Yazan advised causing her chuckle, mocking her panicked mind and weakened organs.

"Em..ir I...I will make sure you don't get caught...let her go."

Yazan decently requested.

"Mmm...but I'm tired of running."

Replying, he kissed Sayba's neck to which she whined and tried to force him back but he furiously gripped her hair again freezing her, her eyes yet stilled at Yazan's.

"Emir no...no..please..."

Yazan begged before looking around, finding the whole room empty except for a chair at a corner.

He rushed to take it and swiftly threw it against the glass wall with all the manly power he could give out, it did no affect to the glass.

"EMIR NO! DON'T. I SWEAR I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU ASK FOR, LEAVE HER."

Yazan grunted kneeling on the floor, frustratingly clutching the left side of his chest, the agony there yet multiplying.

While Emir took her Abaya off, Sayba stood paralyzed, not protesting at all knowing she's stuck in this room and her husband in the next. Maybe that's her cruel fate of getting raped in front of her husband while he could do nothing but watch.

Emir kicked Sayba to the floor and backed off. Grinning widely, he walked to the corner of the room taking out a matchbox and lit the fireplace.

Whatever he was doing Yazan ignored and took the time to take his phone secretly out to message Iffaz.

He then placed it back and looked up seeing Emir throwing the Abaya in the fire.

"Next it'll be her to burn as I don't have acid to shower her with that, let it be fire."

Emir stated and walked back to Sayba pulling her up on her feet.

"Shall we start?"

Sayba shook her head, eyes raining unendingly as she prayed for mercy.

Her love story with Yazan didn't even start that it's coming to end tonight.

"Iff...yo..you loved me..you wo.. wouldn't do.."

"SAYBA DEFEND YOURSELF."

Yazan shrieked punching on the glass in fury watching them standing with no distance in between, his inside burning in hatred, jealousy and hurt.

"Nahh, she's a good girl, she's cooperating."

Sayba disgusted herself to be so weak to even move other than just shivering in horror, she would collapse in the ground if he'd not held her from behind.

Emir pulled at the ham of her dress and removed it but her withering body didn't object.

Yazan tightly shut his eyes off to the sight yet holding patience, knowing it'll long for only a few minutes more so he kept muttering Duas for help.

"YAZAN..."

Sayba yelped upon intimately touched by Emir.

He eyed up to meet with her bloodred pairs that passed him a look of goodbye to which he shook his head helplessly smiling.

He mouthed I love you and blinked his eyes in assurance of her safety despite being himself being doubtful of that.

"Hio Scumbag!"

The voice broke all the panic and fear in him as every ache his heart felt replaced with peace while it brought intense horror in Emir's.

Emir let go off Sayba and just as he turned his head at the back Iffaz grabbed him by his neck and hit him down his abdomen.

"Just because you have it in you, it doesn't make you a man."

Iffaz gritted his teeth tightly holding Emir's hand behind him as he chirred in pain, wondering how he got an entry to this room.

The high confidence he had to preserve this night for himself vanished in the thin air just within a minute of this unexpected arrival.

"Iffaz keys!"

Yazan shouted.

"Wait man!"

He groaned before snapping his neck in a way he immediately lost his consciousness.

Iffaz didn't eye at Sayba even for a second as he walked across her taking a key out from his pocket and unlocked the glass door inviting Yazan in.

"What does this fool think of himself? I'll make sure he gets rid of this fake bravery once he wakes up."

He annoyingly stated scrunching his nose while Yazan ran to his wife.

"I want every inch of his body bruised by the morning."

Yazan demanded and kneed down in front of his wife.

He didn't want to waste even a single minute beating that smuggler than he believed his wife needed him to be shield from her suffering, just right then!

"Hope the night heals, good night."

Grabbing Emir with him Iffaz exited the room.

"I'm so so sorry love.."

Kissing all around her tearful face he picked her up encircling her legs around his waist as she snuggled her face in his neck, finally meeting peace in him.

"Yo..you knew he..he had come?"

"Yes. Sshh now."

"What if...he'd be late?"

"He wouldn't, sweetheart. Forget the night."

••••

Yazan undressed her and himself and sat on the floor under the hot raining water as he turned the shower faucet on.

He hauled her trembling figure to chest where she immediately settled in as he gently caressed her hair and back.

"Love it's over...no cries anymore... please Sayba..calm down."

He consoled but she was still stuck on the moments she thought she'd be losing him forever.

"It wa..was going to happen again...why...me Yazan?"

She breathed heavily in between words strangling him while he leaned over the wall, the lukewarm water soothing their souls.

Crying for a few more minutes she paused and looked up at Yazan, meeting guilt in his eyes.

"I thought I'd lose you..."

Pecking him she whispered against his lips.

She sat more comfortably in his lap with water still pouring upon them, her hands cupping his face in adoration but he sat emotionless unlike two minutes back.

"Am I still not forgiven Yazan? You didn't answer my calls an..."

"I love you...Sayba! My phone wasn't with me and...all these wouldn't happen if I'd not leave you for that silly surgery....I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry."

Yazan stood up while saying settling her securely in bridal style and exited the washroom.

"I love you too."

She mouthed as he laid her on the bed and towered on top, water dripping from his hair to her face drop by drop, he bent down and placed a feathery kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Yazan I wan-"

"I want you now."

They demanded in unison and the night passed by with them engaged in this Ibadah.

••••

"Seems like you got affected with my habits."

Yazan grinned wide, commenting at her unbreakable sleep even after he wore her a t-shirt hoping it might disturb her.

But she ran deeper to the slumber pushing her abdomen against the cozy bed, the sharp pain agonizing her lower body yet tranquility present.

Yazan sighed in defeat. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose in the side of her neck.

"Rise and shine baby...come on!"

"Please..."

She twitched her lips in annoyance and turned away with her hand slipping inside the t-shirt to rub her abdomen.

"You've got cramps, love, clean up and sleep back come on!"

Yazan said laying beside and replaced her hand with his in there, it's warmth instantly doing better to her.

"I don't need to pray..."

She mumbled and tightly pressed his hand on her stomach, smiling at how his hand almost works like a hot water bag.

"But you urgently need to clean up Sayba! You hear....."

Yazan paused catching the serene smile adoring her exhausted look.

"Fine..sleep."

Kissing her cheek he was about to move his hand when she held it tight in disallowance.

"Hurts Yazan..."

"I know baby, won't you get up?"

"No..."

Then she let go off his hand and hugged herself tight.

He got down making his way to the closet to bring out her panty with a menstrual cup and went back to the bed grabbing some tissue papers along.

Positioning Sayba, he did his job so properly that she didn't even move a muscle in disturbance.

[A/N: If man can make love with pleasure, they can do this too😉]

He then again rushed to the closet and took out the electric jel bag to heat it up and deposited back to the bed.

Hearing her whine in pain, he hugged her from behind and placed the bag in her abdomen while entangling his legs with her frigid ones.

"Why would love making hurt me in my tummy? You were so gentle."

Sayba questioned sleepily, totally unnerved by the mixture of both tranquility and torment she's going through.

"You're not drunk, are you? Cramps hurting you sweetheart."

He chuckled rubbing his cheek against hers, pulling her the closest to him.

"Mmhhmmm..."

She could no more talk or hear taken by the soothing heat in her abdomen and the security he gave hugging her aching body to his protective one.

••••

Holding the mug to her lips Sayba seeped in the hot chocolate that no longer remained hot yet her cheeks warmed up as she gawked at her husband's sleeping form sitting in his lap.

She feebly ran her fingers through his face and kept on doing that until at last succeeded in waking him up.

"Morning love..."

He drowsily greeted lowering his gaze to her abdomen and pressed his hand in there.

Yazan sat up yet with her sitting on him and took the mug of hot chocolate from her to take a sip of it.

"Mm it got cold! I made it an hour back, tried waking you up but you were deadly asleep."

"Did you umm, do that?"

Embarrassment written in her expression, Sayba asked before shutting her eyes off with blush creeping in both of her cheeks.

"Did what baby?"

He teased even knowing what she meant, he now held her belly with both of his hands caressing there.

She took a minute to kick her nervousness out of her nerve sucking in a sharp breathe and looked up at him, her blush replaced with a sheepish grin.

"Nah, did good. But I'm not pregnant, don't act like there's your baby I'm carrying."

She removed his hand from her abdomen and ended distance in between them adjusting in a cozy hug.

"I wish there comes one, soon."

••••