Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"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 struck

"Why aren't you coming to the office?" he asked.

"I would never come to that building anymore. Never,"

"I want you to see in office tomorrow. And meet me,"

"I won't!"

"Oh?"

"Yes and never call me....never call me again," she cut off the call and threw her phone away as if it was scalding her. Suddenly she began to take deep breaths. A horrifying expression etched on her face as she looked at her phone.

"What I've done?" she penetrated her fingers within her locks as the realization sink in her mind.

She rushed towards her phone and picked it up, "why did I cut his call?" she whispered to herself, feeling her heart throb within her chest.

"He will kill me," she turned on the phone so she could see whether he was calling her again. It would be better if he called her or God knows how will he take it as and she would have to face the consequences.

She kept on looking at her phone screen, wishing that he would call her again so she could make up for her act.

Suddenly her phone rung again and she abruptly picked it.

Pasting it to her ears, she uttered in her shivering voice, "hello,"

"Hello. Are you fine, Sheharzaad?" Hannan's concerned voice asked from the other side.

"Y-yes. Yes, I'm. Wh-what happened?"

"You don't sound fine. I called to check up on you,"

"I'm afraid," she said in her small voice. "Please, I'm so afraid. I feel like I-I did a mistake," Panic was clear in her voice as she was getting more and more breathless.

He couldn't understand what she was trying to say.

"Afraid? Of what? What happened, Sheharzaad? Is Amna fine?"

"I don't know what I should do. I-I will apologize but-" she kept on muttering gibberish which he couldn't understand.

"I was panicking that's why I did that. I didn't-do....didn't-do (hiccup) it on pu-purpose,"

"Are you crying? Don't panic. There's nothing to fear about,"

"I defied-defied h-him again, I-I-I,"

"Sheharzaad?" Hannan asked concerned as he sensed her voice fading away.

She didn't answer and when he heard a thump sound, he knew she had fainted.

His voice alone had made the trauma hit her mind. It made all those scenes run in the back of her mind. Only the mere thought that he would come infront her because she defied him again had her body shivering.

She was afraid of him.

So afraid.

Afraid as to the thought of even crossing his path even again made her trepidatious.

.......

He looked at the phone that she cut her off on the face. He can tell, this girl had some audacity in her and he would love to break it for her so she would never dare to step out of the line when with him. He needed to make boundary that she won't dare to step out of or her will break her legs.

He wanted her submit to him in every aspect because certainly she did catch his attention. Even one pleasurable night wasn't enough to get her out of his mind. Consuming her in all the imaginable and unimaginable angles still didn't satisfy him. He wanted more of her. He wanted her, on and on. She was a walling intoxication and in just one night he was addicted to her.

Her effect on her was so strong that he didn't look at another woman.

He just wanted her in his bed. One night wasn't enough to explore her. One night was nothing.

Yet he had to admit, that was one of the most pleasurable one night stand he ever had.

Her naive responses to his touch, the fear in her eyes, her nervousness, moans, cries still lingered in his ears. He wished he could have more of her. He wished he could more that just a night with her.

And he knew how to make his wishes come true. But at the moment the matter at hand was to address the error she committed by cutting the call on his face because he didn't like it.

Oh girl, you have a death wish.

.....

The sun was down and It was 12 a.m. She was alone in her house. Ahmed was at hospital so she came back to take rest but just like every other night, she couldn't sleep.

She had locked all the doors and cocooned herself in the blanket. The mingering thought in her mind that he would made her restless and breathless at the same time. She didn't know when she fainted and what she was saying to Hanna on phone. She couldn't remember anything. All she could recall was the intense fear she felt by defying him.

His words were still on her mind. He had dared her not to cut the call and she did exactly that.

She just hoped he would let it go just as a mere mistake because she had understood by now what he could do. And whatever he did to her, he still called it as a fraction of his. She didn't want to unleash him on her completely. She just wanted to stay away from the devil residing in her.

Her eyes were staring at the wall, when a sudden flashback hit her mind.

Flashback

Her body was on fire. A mix of pain and pleasure hitting her simultaneously.

She felt as if he wasn't satisfied enough of her so he penetrated deeper and deeper making her whimper with pain. She just wanted the night to pass as fast as it could but he had just started. He had just started with his torture.

Just few minutes ago, he had her on her knees and he asked her to give him pleasure.

And after that ordeal, he had laid her on the table, ripping her undergarments away and repeated the same thing she was asked to do with him.

She had tried to close her legs instinctively but his glare was enough to follow his command.

He already had began to rule her through his eyes.

She was disgusted but he was enjoying.

And tonight wasn't about her. It was about him. His pleasure.

Her body wasn't hers for tonight. She had sold herself to him. She had sold her body to him for a night and her soul for the rest of her life.

Making her stand, she cornered her against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist.

It was the against that wall where she lost her virginity to him.

Her reverie broke and oblivious to her tears were already filled in her eyes.

'Why me?'

She recalled what she could have done to deserve this when her mind hit a certain incident making her realize maybe it happened because of that.

Maybe it was the result of her own sins?

She thought.

Her hands were also tainted.

She came out of her trance when she sensed someone was opening the front door. Her defensive instincts came in action as she rushed to kitchen to get a knife.

On her way to the kitchen, somebody held her arm and when she turned around, all the colors evaporated from her face.

Her worst nightmare stood there.

The man she had began to fear the most.

Shehryaar, himself.

A smile spread on his lips. He pushed her closer towards him through her arm and looked down upon her.

"Let's convince you to come to the company tomorrow. Shall we?"

She snatched her arm away and ran away in her room.