"May I come in," she asked, nervousness was evident in her voice. "You already came in, Ms. Sheharzaad," he said with a smile, "what brings you here?" he asked and pointed towards the chair for her to sit. A ghost of smile was apparent on his lips. Sheharzaad sat on the seat just infront his table and fiddled with her fingers out of nervousness. "Speak," he commanded. She looked up and then down towards the table. She was feeling utterly anxious. "I don't know how you will take it as," she started. "Don't beat about the bush," his tone clipped. She looked up at him and gathered the courage. After the last meeting she had with him she was afraid of him. Often at nights his words that he had whispered near her ears would play in her mind like a tape making her sleepless.. "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expec
The next day in the office, after contemplating alot she decided to address Shehryaar directly. The whole night she had been gathering courage. His words at one hand kept on increasing her fear of him and at the other hand gave fuel to her rage. She was never the person to go down. Or go down without a fight. Until when she would be afraid of him and keep on running away from him? This needed to stop. She was of the thought if she talked to Shehryaar then he would back off or atleast his rigidness would break to some extent. She so needed to talk directly to him. What did he consider himself? What did he think of himself? Why this arrogance? And why this obsession with her? She needed answers. Standing up on her feet, she began to walk towards his office with quick steps. His secretary tried to stop her from entering his office, saying he was in a meeting but she glared her before violently turning the handle and barged into the office with his secretary standing behind. "Sir, I t
"It is as simple as that, Sheharzaad. You were on my mind and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed. Unknowingly you have became a new obsession of mine and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution to that. You in my bed," he said straightforwardly. Anger condensed in her heart. In a fit of fury she spoke, "you are nothing but a bastard, Shehryaar!" she bellowed. "That I am," he said and stood up from his position. Her heart skipped a beat. He began to come closer towards her. And her brain registered the grave error it had done again. "And you know what I do with one who run their mouth on me?" he questioned, stepping closer and she felt as if the death was approaching her. Anger and fear were two alternate emotions she felt under his presence. She was a hot head by nature but this emotion of fear was something she discovered in herself upon meeting him. He had made her introduce to
She watched him slowly getting up from his large swivel chair and walking towards her. His striking eyes giving her a perusal from head to toe, making her heart beat wide. She wanted to hide from him. With each step, he was taking towards her it was making her legs tremble more and more. The anxiety building up in her mind was evident through her eyes. His face was expressionless and so were his eyes. Dark and cold. Just like every other time. Blinking in her fear, she matched his gaze as he stood infront him. "Agree?" His grave voice asked. "Yes. I agree to your condition," she uttered, "I agree to-to spend a night with you," The sentence alone made her look down with shame. He perched her chin between her hands but she pulled her face away from his grip. "Don't touch me!" she gritted but his hand moved and this time around he dugged his fingers in her cheeks, pulling her face towards him. "Now, I can do more than just touch you. Can't I?" he asked, raising his brows. "Yes, y
"Hello, Sheharzaad," his dark voice came from the other side of phone making chills run down her spine making her breathless within seconds. She stood up from her chair. Her hands that held the phone began to shiver. His voice alone was making her tremble. After that night, She had began to fear him so much. Him, His presence, His voice. Everything. "Why did you call?" She demanded, trying not to show her fear through her voice but her voice shook in the middle. "Don't get breathless, sweetheart," he stated. Smugness exuding from his voice. "I'm not," She denied. "I can feel that. Your breathless voice is instilled in my ears," he tried to remind her of that night. "Say what you-you want to-to say or I'll c-c-cut the c-ca-all," "I dare you," his voice got deep and serious, getting void of the previous playfulness it had. "You can't..... you can't threat me," she made a failed attempt to warn him. "Oh baby. I can do more that just mere threats," She didn't answer, feeling str
She was halfway closing the door when he pushed the door open and entered her room. She took a few steps back hurriedly, creating a safe distance between them before swiftly taking a hold of her dupatta and wrapped it around herself. "What are you doing here?" She spoke in her panic-stricken voice, her eyes looking anywhere but him while he was busy analysing her room and then her. "Sit," he pointed towards the chair. His voice stoic and grave. "I will but....first get-g-get out of my house," She stammered. He frowned. "Are you running that pretty little tongue on me?" He lowered his tone in a threatening yet questioning manner that made her take two more steps backwards. His eyes gave her a penetrating look, daring her to utter something against him. Her form got rebellious as she opened her mouth to speak something. "I swear, I will cut it for you, rather make you cut your own tongue if you uttered as much as a word unless I allow you to speak," he stated. She immediately
Her breath hitched. Her heart began to pound loudly in ears. Her shoulders hunched as she tried to shrunk away from him but his hand didn't let her. She began to shake like a leaf as her body almost froze. Her teeth clattered with each other. She was in a tight corner. In a blind alley. At a dead end. She knew if he had asked her then that was bound to happen. Nobody would stop and could stop him. That included her as well. The single night that she spent with her was enough to engrave a deep trauma in her mind. It was enough for her to know who he was. And what he could do if something does not go his way. How barbaric he could get. His every word becomes a law. Unless whatever left his mouth won't become the truth, he won't rest in peace. One lesson he taught her within that short span was never to challenge him. She still had the will power and the courage to stand against him in her but the wound to her mind was fresh, that it had her locked her own self in a shell. And the
The fear had settled within her. Deep within her mind. Coursing through her veins. And it was all instinctive. It wasn't in her control. Even if she tried to encourage herself that she could fight him but when his eyes would flash infront her eyes, it would break her morale. She didn't know what was happening with her. She had never experienced such a situation before. She was terrified of him. Just like now. She was in a dilemma. She wanted to defy him by not going to the office so she could make the message clear that she wasn't afraid of him at all. But her mind would again fill with his warnings. Just a look at her now blue and black finger was reminding her, he wasn't an ordinary man. She always noticed how intense his gaze would become while he would stare her. That night, she just had opened her eyes once in a while but whenever she did, she would find his dark and quiet orbs staring at her making her heart accelerate. The darkness his eyes held was one of the reasons she did