Winter Schemes 21

I would really reallyyyy appreciate it if I'd get feedback on this post! Sorry for taking a long time.

I hope it's long enough this time x

Enjoy!
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Four weeks later...

Mi7sen's P.O.V:

Fahad and I didn't go with the plan we had three weeks ago.  I found out that there was more to the story. Khalid actually wanted Sara's money-- not Sara as a 'wife' for his son. The only way to do that is if Sara married Saud and died after it so he can take all her money. Since Sara is an only child with deceased parents, she is a wealthy twenty three year old. She has more money than she is supposed to have in her age. To be honest, I think she even has more than I do.

It's been four weeks and we still don't know what to do. I kept wondering if I should talk to Abdulrahman and see what's going on. He's leaving the house more than twice a day and doesn't come back only until after its midnight. He leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night. There are days where he comes and eats lunch with us, just to respect my father. He doesn't want to upset my father.

I got out my keys and went to the supermarket. I needed to buy some things because I'll be staying at the chalet in the next couple of days. Bnaider will always be my escape from the world and I really want to take a break for a while. Everything's getting hectic and I can't take it anymore. I've tried so hard to get her back but I'm failing to do so.

I bought some food and a couple of Coke glass bottles and put them in the basket. They've always tasted better than the tin ones. I went and got me some ice cream. I took everything that caught my eye.

I went to the cashier and took out my wallet from my back pocket. I noticed the cigarette packs on the counter. I was tempted to take a packet and smoke it all on my way to Bnaider, but my mind told me not to. I knew Sara would be angry if she knew I was back to smoking.

I went to my car and loaded all the bags in the back seat. I switched the car on and went back home to switch cars and get my duffel bag from my room.

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I walked up to my room and collected all of my things. I already told my mother that I was going to the chalet and she was fine with it. She told me to take care and to drive safely because there are a lot of crazy drivers on the long highways of Kuwait. 

I went down the stairs and got into my Raptor. I plugged my iPod into the aux and played some music. I read Du3a2 al rukoob and backed my car and went to the chalet.

I got into the chalet and threw my bags on the end of the stairs. I entered my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I was just about to close my eyes when I got a call from an unknown number.

I wonder who would it be.

Sara's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes two hours ago. I've been counting the minutes but no one has checked up on me. I wasn't in a hospital, I was in the same exact room I was in before. How long was I in a coma? I know I was in one because I can feel it. I can feel all the things I've missed.

I can't move a thing in my body. I feel paralysed. The only thing that I can move is my finger. Two minutes later, a figure entered the room, giving me his back.

He approached me with a needle on his hand. Once he sat down on the stool next to the bed, he looked at me and realised that I was awake. His facial expressions changed from a neutral one, to a happier one. It's like he was pleased that I was awake.

He quickly got up from his seat and scurried to the door. He called for a person, who seems to be named "Bu s3oud"

A couple of seconds later an old man, probably in his late fifties, entered. The man with a needle in his hand stood next to him.

"She's awake," he said, "and healthier than before."

"I can see that," The old man said, with a smirk on his face. "Little Sara is awake."

"I just need to give her the insulin shots, and she's all yours," the man said.

He came next to me and injected it into my stomach. I can see a man, probably in his twenties, standing next to the door. He had the saddest eyes ever.

I winced in pain because the man purposely injected it hardly.

"Y-y-you d-didn't have t-t-to do t-that" I said.

"I wanted to," he said smirking. He got up, threw the needle and the mini bottle into the bin and left the room, closing the door behind him.

The old man approached me and sat on the stool next to me.

"So Sara, tell me about yourself," he said, with a smile.

"T-There's nothing much t-to say," I said. "I'm j-just a t-twenty t-three year old who's living a miserable life and has been kidnapped."

"Oh no, we didn't kidnap you! We just wanted you to marry my son, Saud," he said, pointing at the man with the sad eyes sitting in the back of the room.

"B-but I'm already married," I said, confused. 

"No, actually you are a divorced woman," he said, with a smirk.

He got up and whispered something to his son. He left the room and Saud was still sitting in the same place. I started to cry silently. I never thought that Fahad would actually do that without fighting for me.

He got up and sat on the stool next to me. I didn't even look at him because I didn't want to. I wished that Abdulrahman was here. I'd rather sit with him than spend time with this guy.

"Why are you crying," he asked, coldly.

I kept crying, this time, it was harder. He shook his head.

I kept crying for five minutes until he got a box of tissue and handed it to me.

"I can't move my body, it hurts" I said, crying.

He took a piece of tissue and wiped the tears that were on my face.

"Can you tell me why are you crying exactly?" he asked.

"What is there not to cry about? Do you know what I've been through? Do you know all the things I've done to people and how I was rewarded? I don't deserve all of this, I should be living a better life." I said.

"Trust me, you haven't been through half of what I've been through," he told me. "My father is forcing me to get married to you just so he can take your money. I love another person and I can't get married to her."

"Oh really? You call that going through a lot. You haven't heard my story." I told him

"Then let's here it," he said. "Prove to me that you've been through is more than what I've been through."

"It's a long story," I said.

"And I've got time," he told me.

"Well, here it goes.." I said, telling him my whole story.

I told him everything. Every single detail. From the day I was in an accident with my parents till this unfortunate day. How I've never gotten what I wanted. How my life was unfair. How I got divorced and my husband didn't even fight for me. How I was unlucky. How I've never had a happy point in my life.

"Turns out that you have been through more than what I have been through," he said, chuckling.

"Told you so," I said, smiling softly.

"So Abdulrahman is Mi7sen's brother and both of them love you?" he asked.

"Mi7sen and I were practically dating when we were in Paris studying but Abdulrahman was a brother to me, and he knew how I felt about him so I never really understood why he decided to tell me this," I said. I found a piece of chocolate on the counter next to me. I extended my arm slowly and grabbed it. I unwrapped it and ate it.

"But why would Abdulrahman bring you here if you know each other? What got him to turn on you?" he asked.

"I think you should ask him that question," I told him, looking at the ceiling.

"I think I can help you get out of this mess," Saud suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I am willing to help you get away from this mess and go to Mi7sen. But if I do help you, you have to promise me that you won't come back to Kuwait a year after you run away." he said.

"Are you joking?" I said. "Why on earth would you want to help your enemy?"

"First of all, I'm not your enemy. Second of all, I want to get out of this mess more than you want to, so the only way I can if you no longer existed." he said.

"Well if you want to help me, let me call Mi7sen first." I said.

He got out his phone out and gave it to me. I thought he was just messing with me but it turns out that he actually wants to help me.8 I dialled in Mi7sen's number but he would answer. A couple of seconds later, just a second before I was going to hang up, I heard him say hello with his sleepy voice.

"Miss me?" I asked.

"SARA?" he sounded alarmed.

"Yes, the one and only," I said, laughing.

"HOW THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING ME? IS ABDULRAHMAN NEXT TO YOU?!" he said.

"Calm down, calm down, everything's okay. No, he isn't next to me but I really want to strangle that neck of his. I'm in a place I don't know where exactly. A guy named Saud is willing to help me and that is how I'm calling you right now," I said.

"Okay, can you tell me where you are? What are we going to do exactly," he asked.

"Im not really sure, I'll call you tomorrow morning to tell you the plan. I want you to tell Fahad because I think we'll be needing an extra pair of hands," I said.

"Uhm- Sara I don't know what to tell you," he said.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked. "Did anything happen to Fahad?"

"Fahad got married last week and he's in his honey moon," Mi7sen said.

MARRIED? Honeymoon?

"What do you mean he got married?" I asked.

"He got married to a woman and they're on their honeymoon right now in Bora Bora," he told me.

"BORA BORA? When I told him I wanted to go there for our honeymoon, he didn't even talk to me in a week," I said, breaking down.

"Shh Sara don't cry he isn't worth your tears," he told me.

"I'm not crying because of that, I'm crying because he left me while I was kidnapped do you know what that even feels like? T5ayal law we were married and you were kidnapped and we were divorced at that time and I get married the same second?" I said, crying.

"Sara, I didn't understand a thing you said, you were talking too fast. How about you lay down and relax and we can talk tomorrow morning," he said. "Don't forget to take your insulin"

"You still remember," I said, smiling.

"Of course I do. I was the one who used to call you every night in Paris to make sure you took them." he said, chuckling.

"Good night," I said.

"Sweet dreams," he replied. I could feel his smile from the other side of the phone.

I can't wait 'til I see that smile again.
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Lots of love, 
Reveur xxo