Chapter 10: Chapter 10

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, you can," she replied, her eyes penetrating his, "you can. But only for one night," she held his hand, "not before that. Not after that," and pushed his hand away from her face.

He slid his arm against the small of her back before pulling her closer to him. Frowning, she tried to pry him off but he didn't budge rather increased the intensity of his hold on her.

"If you can be bought for a night then I can also buy you for your whole life," moving closer, he placed his lips near her ear, "trust me. I can do this," he muttered.

"Stay away from me!" she protested and tried to push him away when he had her against the door and a click sound resonated in the atmosphere, implying he had locked the door.

She panicked.

"Shhhh," he shushed her putting his finger on her lips, "if I'll stay away then how will we do what we agreed on?"

He had her head next to her ear and arms encaging her between the door and his sturdy chest.

"I told you already, our deal is just for a night. You can't get intimate with me before that or after that. Just one night," she challenged, her voice came out sharp and violent.

"Is that so?" he pulled his head back.

"Yes. It is so,"

"Fine. Then let that night be tonight," He stated with a tone of finality.

"What?" The sudden shock hit her.

Was he serious?

She wasn't ready for it. She hadn't mentally prepared herself.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head in a negative. Her voice suddenly losing its strength.

"Yes," he asserted pulling back from her.

"I will not agree to-to that,"

"I know how to make you agree, Sheharzaad. Do you wanna know?"

His voice sounded ominous to her making fear strike within her. "I'm not ready yet. No, not tonight. Not tonight," She kept on shaking her head left and right as if unable to believe it.

"You are not in command. I make decisions and you follow,"

"Not now. No. Not now," she pleaded. She was trembling. She would never be mentally ready for this but this was way too much fast. Very fast. She never expected him to reach this decision.

"Don't tremble," he muttered.

"Let me go for tonight," She pleaded, now trying to hide herself in the door. Her hands were shivering badly. She had began to turn cold and lightheaded already.

"You should have thought about this before challenging me. I have made up my mind. I'll have you in my bed, tonight. Right now,"

"Right now?" she asked, not able to breathe.

"Yeah,"

"No! Please no!" she shrieked suddenly, "please no! Not tonight. I-I-I'm not ready,"

He moved a bit closer to her invading her personal space. Lowering his voice, he muttered, "Didn't I tell you before, think before you speak," he said in a low voice and she recalled the last time he told the same thing to her.

'Think before you speak, Ms Sheharzaad'

'I trust you with it'

'I want a one night stand with you'

"Now let me correct it for you a bit. Think, think hard, think twice when you speak around me and specifically with me. Raise your voice next time at me, challenge me in any way then look what I will do to you," he declared, making the tears fill in your eyes.

"Now," he took a few steps back from her, "remove your clothes,"

Her heart jumped to her throat. This was the first time, she was hearing such sentence by a man directed towards her. And the thing was that, anything left by his lips was now bound to happen. She had gauged by now, if he had asked her to take off her clothes then she would be doing so. Sooner or later. With or without any resistance.

"Please," she tried to pull her luck.

"Don't make it hard for you," his grave voice said.

"Not tonight," she pleaded again. She couldn't digest anything happening around her. It was all so surreal. So foreign to her.

"Shut up," Now he was quickly walking closer towards her making her shriek.

"Let me go! I'm not ready yet! Let me go!"

He placed his callous hand at the back of her slender neck but she held his arm.

"No. Please. Not tonight," she whispered as her helpless eyes stared at his. Her eyes pleading him to let her go.

"Should have thought before denying me to touch you. Let me drive that out of your mind. For sure we have a whole night for that," He ignored her protest, before holding her locks and smashed his lips against hers.

She began to feel light headed. It was the first time somebody was so close to her. In her personal space and on top of that, her lips were against his. He was moving slowly but she wasn't moving at all. Her body was struck. He pressed her more into him, demanding to match her movements  but she remained still. As lifeless as a doll. His teeth suddenly pierced through her plump lips drawing blood out. She hissed.

He sucked at her wounded area before brushing his tongue there. She felt him mumbling to return back the kiss. She didn't want to but for her own good, she slowly began to match her movements. Suddenly, he became quick not allowing her to breathe. He put pressure on her mandibles making her croak out of pain and she slightly parted her lips when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

Tears that were clogged in her throat now began to flow out of her eyes, drenching her lashes and his beard. He was aware, she was crying but he was long lost in the kiss. She wasn't reciprocating due to his quick movements. She let him do what he wanted but he didn't like it. He wanted her to be involved in the intimate moment as much as he was.

His fingers encircled around her throat, slightly cutting off her air supply. The tears that were flowing down her eyes suddenly ceased and she felt as if she was getting breathless. She felt more pressure on her throat making her tap her fists against his chest.

His tongue poked hers and she got the signal what he wanted. She began to move her tongue against his but at the same time trying to pull her head back when his fingers increased the pressure on her locks. He wasn't giving her a way out.

All she could feel was his free hand roaming on her body. She felt him sliding his hand under her kameez (shirt) that made her go hay-wire.

All her attention diverted when for the very first time she felt someone's hand touching and caressing her bare skin freely. As if he owned it.

His left hand freed her locks and joined his right one as he began to stroke her smooth skin from either sides of her waist.

She felt alarmed. Way too much startled. All of it was so foreign to her. So new to her.

She harshly began to tap against his chest making him grab her wrists and pin them across the door.

After violently kissing her and done taking the breath out of her, he pulled away only to find her face soaked with tears. His violent kiss was making him take large gulps of air. Her lips bruised and her hair disheveled. Blood was drawing out from the corner of her lips where he had bit with his teeth.. She looked around only to find her dupatta now lying on the floor. The sight made more tears flow out her eyes.

"Submit yourself to me," he uttered, clearing her tears.

A look of denial and resistance entered her eyes which he noticed, making his brow move up.

"I will never," she managed to whisper. "Don't ever kiss me!" she cried out.

"You never learn, do you?" he stated with a frown, tracing his thumb on her lower lips.

She rubbed her lips as harsh as she could from the cough of her shirt. Her body was trembling already and he didn't even begin yet her resistance was still intact.

"Kneel down, Sheharzaad," he commanded making her head snap up. She knew what he meant.

"Kneel down," he repeated with his grave voice making her knees buckle.

"Nahi-" her voice got struck in her throat.

(No)

"Kneel down," he reiterated and she could feel her heart beat going slow. Her shaking fingers hurriedly began to find the lock when he snatched her arm and threw her on of the sofas.

"Get on your knees," he pressed her more and this time around she felt his voice getting harsh.

She was looking up at him with her terror-stricken eyes as began to undo his coughs.

"I don't want to do this," her lips pouted as he looked up at him.

"What?" he rose his brow.

"What-what you're making me-me d-do," she stammered, indicating she was close to crying.

"I'm doing this to make sure you know how to speak around me. I can see you haven't learnt your lesson,"

"I will, I promise," she cried out.

"No second chances. On the count of three, I want to see you on your knees," he declared while unbuttoning his shirt.

"One," he began to count while boring his eyes in hers. She was stilled in her position.

"Two,"

She felt a mix of emotions. At one hand she was pressing herself to get on her knees and on the other hand she didn't want to.

"Three. Time's up," he abruptly said and she quickly got on her knees without looking left or right.

Moving closer to her, he gripped her chin between his forefinger and thumb making her look up.

"Now you know what to do," he stated and fresh tears formed in her eyes.

She gave no response making him thread his fingers in her locks and tightly gripping her chin with his other hand.

"You know, right?" he demanded her to give a response.

"Yes," she whispered in her small eyes.

"Then let the night begin,"

She closed her eyes accepting her fate. Her hands moved down and she surrendered.

Surrendered to him.

She knew then, never to challenge him

Never to challenge him.

......

She didn't know what time was it. She was walking aimlessly on the road with a bag in her hand. The sky was blue, indicating it was early morning. The birds were chirping, a cool breeze was flowing. Such setting always made her mood cheer up. But she couldn't understand what was the matter with her? She couldn't feel anything. Anything. Everything felt so meaningless to her. With a broken heart and disheveled form, she kept on walking and walking. Without looking left or right. She was in a trance. Unable to digest what happened with her.

Her eyes had no power to spill more tears. They were swollen already due to the tears, he poured out of her eyes.

She gave away her dignity. Her chastity. And saved her family.

She became lifeless. All the life had evaporated from her eyes. From her soul. From her life.

Shehryaar took her life away from her and made her a walking corpse.

He had asked her not to leave without his permission. He was sleeping beside her in that bedroom attached to his office. He had fallen asleep but she couldn't sleep. Though her body was tired, her mind was tired. Every inch of her body was tired but sleep didn't each her eyes. She had kept on staring at the ceiling. When she was sure, he had slept, she slowly slid herself away from him. Her undergarments were torned off badly, so she couldn't wear them. She dumped them in the bin. Collecting her clothes dispersed on the floor, she wore them. Her hands came in contact with her wet hair as she tied them with a clip. Her wet hair reminded her of what he did with her in the bathroom while they took the shower.

She considered herself a fool to defy him on and on. She remembered resisting and defying him again in that washroom and what he did with her would remain in her mind forever.

On her way out of that wretched office, she took the bag of money that he gave her and left the building with the intention of never walking back here.

.....

She reached home through a taxi. Though her body was in immense pain but she couldn't feel any. Amna wasn't at home as she was admitted to hospital. Her condition had deteriorated that was why she was rushed to hospital.

Sheharzaad placed the bag on her bed and rushed to take shower. As she undressed herself, all she saw marks on her body.

His marks.

Some red, some black, some blue.

He was right when said he was rough. He was very rough. That at one point the pain became unbearable for her. He was a monster. A devil. Rather devil would also run away from him.

Her eyes didn't shed a single tear as she analysed her bruised body. She just moved like a robot and took a shower.

Upon coming out of the washroom, she found the bag of money lying on the bed.

That was her price.

Just a bag of money.

She placed it away and slept without thinking much. But oblivious to her, tear did spill out of her eyes.

He ruined her.

......

A week passed. Amna's treatment was going on. The doctor had told her that the treatment started at the right time or her condition would have deteriorated.

She didn't go to the company after that night. Though she received an email from the company demanding answers for her unannounced leave. She didn't reply to that.

Her days were spent in hospital with Amna and nights at home as Ahmed was there with Amna to look after her. Her life had lost its track after that dark night. She had lost the meaning of her life. She had lost the reason to live.

Ahmed had asked her about she managed to arrange the money. And she had replied that she took an emergency loan from the company. Ahmed was insisting her to go to company as she had taken such a big loan but she turned him down saying she had taken a leave.

Hannan also came to check up on her at the hospital. His presence gave her consolonce. She felt good to see him there. When he was about to leave she requested him to stay and he did stay with her for two hours more. They both had a small chit chat that lightened her mood. When he was about to leave, she came to saw her off. He stopped and turned around.

"When will you come back to company?"

"Sooner," she replied.

He gave her a look that she couldn't quite understand.

"I really miss you," he said again before leaving.

Sheharzaad kept on looking at his back as he was leaving. She knew he liked her, maybe she had also started liking him?

God knows.

And about joining the company, she didn't want to go back anymore. That building alone made shivers run down her spine. That incident had made her traumatic. Made her fearful. She had locked herself away in a shell. She couldn't get those vibes from her as she used to.

She was sitting with Amna, who was asleep in the hospital room when her phone rung. It was an unknown number.

She cut it off but the it rung again. She frowned and picked up the call on second ring.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hello, Sheharzaad," his dark voice came from the other side of phone making chills run down her spine making her breathless within seconds.