Chapter 12: Chapter 12

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 shut her mouth, now attaching herself to the wall. His serious voice recalled her who he was.

"Sit on that chair," he pointed through his eyes.

She didn't protest anymore and sat down on the chair, her head down as her eyes gazed at the floor. Her heart was sinking down and down thinking of the reason for which he was here. Her mind was running a deja vu as she felt similar vibes which she felt that night.

As soon as she felt him moving towards her she tried to move back. She was about to say not to come near her but she didn't have the courage. His threat was in the air as she quickly shut her lips up.

His fingers find their way towards her chin as he gripped it. Lightly caressing her jawline, he moved her head up.

Her lashes moved up and looked at him. He knew she wanted to say something given how she was opening and closing her mouth to utter what was in her mind, yet his eyes sent her a hidden signal and she zipped her lips again.

"Sheharzaad," He muttered while slowly caressing her chin and looking pensively in her eyes, "that night was not enough to fulfil what I have in for you," He stated.

Her heart jumped to her throat as her eyes widened.

He analysed the change of expressions on her face. She so wanted to say something.

"I want more of you. You satiated me in a way nobody has ever could," he muttered and saw her lips opening up again to say something yet once more she couldn't say anything.

Passing her an intense look, he uttered, "Speak,"

"I can't file you a rape case on what you did with me that night because I was involved in it as much as you were but I swear, I swear, if you touched me again, came closer to me then I swear I will file a rape case on you and follow it through the end. I will make you an-"

"Ah ah ah, stop there, fiesty girl," He stopped her in the middle of her sentence. "don't bluff so much,"

She knew he was right. She was bluffing because she knew she would literally freeze and go in a trauma if he touched her or came closer to her. Let alone filing a case against him. She was terrefied of him and only thing that deemed sane enough to her was to stay away from him as much as possible.

"What do you want from me?!" she asked, "you took what you wanted,"

"What if I say," he said and took a pause, "I want more,"

She looked at him, horrified. Apalled. The colors rushing from her face.

"Please, don't do that," she whispered, breathlessly, "please, leave me,"

"Let's see when I'll leave you or leave you or not. That's a topic of another discussion," He stated and dragged another chair to sit across her.

"Right now, I will address only what I'm here for," He said while sitting down, making her pull herself back when he immediately held the arms of her chair making her shriek.

"Don't move," he uttered as he shook his head.

She stopped, taking low shallow breaths. He pulled back creating distance between them.

"Now, why did you cut my call?" he asked. His voice suddenly getting more grave and serious getting octaves down.

She gulped, looking towards the floor.

"Eyes at me," He warned, making her look up at him.

"Now tell me,"

She was about to answer again but stopped after hearing his next words.

"Your answer should be precise and satisfactory enough. I demand obedience and respect. If anyone steps out of the line around me, they don't have feet to step over that line next time. And yeah, no lies. So tell me, how dare you cut my call?"

She instantly panicked. Her chest rising up and down with fear. She had cut the call on purpose but she can't tell him that. It wont settle well with him and he will punish her that she didn't want.

"Speak," he hissed while holding both of her hands in his that were now shivering. Badly.

She moved her eyes between the floor and him but couldn't pave out any lie due to alarm and dread.

Such was his fear within her. Instilled and engraved deep within her mind. She might not show it to him and pull up a facade of strength but emotionally she feared him. She didn't fear anyone as much as she was scared of him.

That fear had increased by leaps and bounds after that night. He gave him deadly vibes since the day one but she didn't know he was much more then what she could ever imagine.

Her eyeballs kept on nervously moving here and there then at him but she didn't answer. And his steely eyes on her was making her whimper. With time, only the rise and fall in her chest increased as her breathing was getting ragged with every second. She was already sweating and the tears in her eyes were at bay.

And the irony was, he hadn't even uttered a word. His eyes were enough.

Helplessly she looked down and began to sniff as the tears threatening to fall from her eyes atlast fell down.

But he didn't budge.

He moved his hands and stroked her cheeks with the back of his fingers.

"Abhi tw meinay kuch kia hi nhi tw rou kiu rahi hou?"

(I haven't done anything and you are crying already?)

She didn't answer but kept on sniffing. Her panicked mind wasn't able to decipher anything. She felt threatened. Vulnerable. She felt as if she won't satisfy him with her answer then he would hurt her. And there was no one around to save her from him.

One look at his veiny hands, reminded her of what these hands have done to her. How these hands have moved on her body and touched those parts that were never touched like that before.

One look at his eyes reminded her of the power these mere orbs held. How that icy and darkened look in his eyes accelerated her heart beat to an abnormal pace. Just that look would let him do whatever he wanted with her. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't muster up the courage to do so for his mere eyes were enough to shatter the sparks of courage.

He was dreadful. Dreadful in all aspects.

Way he talks, walks and especially the way he looks. Just like now. She could see him getting more and more impatient waiting for her response but her tongue was tied as the anticipation wasn't letting her talk.

She again looked down unable to withstand the building anger in his eyes.

"Look up!" he jeered, menacingly instigating her to snap her head up. "Don't test my patience," he hissed, "Why did you cut my call?!"

"The doctor came. I was at hospital with Amna," she lied.

He held her hand of which the finger he had almost cut the last time.

"But you didn't inform me? You could have, couldn't you?" he took her injured finger in his hand.

She became hysterical and tried to pull her hand away but he didn't let her.

"I thought it was urgent so...it was out of my mind that..... that you were on call and the doctor was.....looking at me....and he asked me to-" Her voice shook badly as she was trying to make small attempts so that he would let go of her hand. Her finger was bruised already and his intentions didn't seem good.

"And you did it on purpose," he cut her sentence off, looking away and pressed her bandaged area between his thumb and forefinger.

She screamed when her already blemished finger got more injured. She could see the blood coming out of her wound as he had tightly pressed it.

"Let go! Let go!" She pleaded with tears in her eyes. She tried to pull her hand, but he pressed the bruise more before removing the bandage from her digit.

"Few more minutes," he stated nonchalantly, looking at her hysterical eyes which were moving in between her finger and his eyes.

"Please! Please! It hurts,"

"I wont until the lesson sink in your mind," he stated, getting hold of a bunch of her hair and pulling them lightly, "you don't fucking cut off my call when I am speaking to you,"

A hiccup left her lips as she cried out.

"Got me?" he asked and she gave a small nod when he moved his thumb on the cut making her shriek.

"Yes! yes! yes!" she cried out.

"And if you dare to do that then I swear too Sheharzaad, I'll amputate your forearm," he warned before letting her hand and hair go. She instantaneously snatched her hand away from him.

He leaned against the back of the chair, inhaling sharply while she cried holding her hand. He let her cry, his eyes observing her.

"Now tell me," he spoke when her baby hiccups ceased and he placed his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and she moved back, "why aren't you coming to office?"

"I...I want to quit that job," she replied. Her voice was heavy due to crying.

"With whose permission?"

"I...I don't need anyone's permission. I don't want to work there anymore,"

"Really?" he raised his brows and she gave him a small nod.

"But I have a surprise for you," he said with a smile. Danger bells rung in her ears.

"What?" she whispered.

"Nawaz!" he shouted when a man came running in the room.

"Yes sir?" Nawaz asked with hands crossed.

"Give me that file." he ordered and Nawaz instantly handed him the file that he had in his hands.

"Leave," he ordered while opening up the file and Nawaz went away.

"Have a look," Shehryaar handed her the file and she took it hesitantly. The fear in her rising by leaps and bounds. Her heart beating like a drum in her ears.

Something wasn't right.

As she read the content of the file, her heart pounced out of her chest.

"What?!" her chin wobbled as she snapped her head up at him.

"Surprise,"

"What does this mean?!" The tears spilled out of her eyes.

"You wanna know?" he asked, taking the file from her hands and throwing it away as he stood up from his position.

She got terrified as she too stood up, backing away from him.

He moved towards the door as he closed it and then turned around, leaning against the door. He smirked looking at her.

"Please, keep the door open," she whimpered, taking quick steps back towards the wall as she attached herself to the wall.

He straightened his position as now he moved closer to her. She screeched. rushing towards the bed so she could be on the other side of room.

She ran towards the bed, when he held her arm making her fall on the mattress and he on top of her.

He had his arms on either side of her head to support him as both of them got closer. Way too much close. Inhaling the same air. He could have straighten up but he wanted to be in close proximity with her.

"Mercy," he whispered under his breath as he could feel the tiny tingles on his lips wanting to capture hers.

He looked in her eyes and she look terrified. Terrified to the core. Her body was shivering badly now.

The night began to run in her mind like a tape. Her shivering lips grabbing his attention more and more.

"Don't fear," he muttered, caressing her cheek and that made her breath struck in her throat. Her body got locked. Her mind got locked. As if every activity in her system stopped and all she could imagine and think of was that night. They were closer than what they are now. This proximity was nothing as compared to what they shared that night.

Her lips moved to plead him to let her go but she couldn't utter a word. She had forgotten to breathe. And she couldn't move her lips to deny him. Only her lips continued to shiver.

He traced her lower lips with his thumb and she cried out lowly in a fretful way. He slowly moved his thumb to her lower lips and then tracked down her lipline. Instinctively, she held her lower lip between her teeth which got his attention. His eyes moved from her fearful teary eyes, to her red nose and then landed on her nibbled lips. He felt a sudden overflow of emotions in him. He wanted to do more than just caressing her lips. He moved his thumb and released her lips from her teeth and she let him. Her dry lips was moistened now. Moving his head closer, he stroked her soft and cracky lips with his before placing a small kiss on the same area which she nibbled between her teeth. He sucked her lips as his tongue slowly moved and caressed her there. Taking his time, he pulled his head back to look at her. He was surprised at himself, that was the most chaste kiss of his whole life yet on the other hand, he wanted to kiss her more than what he just did. He wanted to take her on this bed right there and right now.

As his eyes landed on her face she looked struck. The terror has increased tenfolds now and it was evident on her face.

He got off of her and sat beside her on the bed. Quickly sitting up, she was about to move forward when he encircled his arm around her waist pulling her closer.

She just looked down on the floor. Still in the trauma of what just happened as she had tightly wrapped her arms around herself. She still wasn't breathing properly and could feel the tingles under her feet as if life was rushing away from her feet. She knew she would trip if she stood up now.

He placed his lips on her temple, closing his eyes.

"I want to take you here, Sheharzaad," he whispered. "I want you right under me, now,"