Chapter 26: Chapter 26

"Can I," her voice came out breathless and even voiceless. The fear of her impending doom completely jabbing her heart as she knew she would be entirely alone in Dubai with him. Another thought came crashing down on her mind as her subconscious alarmed her of the worst possible of him coming to know of what she did with the evidence she got her hands on. Khaleda had asked her to act normal and not make a move until she signals otherwise Sheharzaad would have ran away from him, already. Far far away.

"Can you?" he encouraged her to continue, shaking away her vile thoughts.

"Use the restroom," At that point, only one thought was coming in Sheharzaad's mind and that was to somehow go away from Shehryaar. She needed space where she can hyperventilate easily.

"Not before telling me what's got into you,"

"Nothing," she whimpered.

"Shhh," he placed his fingers on her lips that were subtly shivering as another whimper was on its way. As she calmed down, he fastened his forefinger underneath her chin and made her look up, "Little lady isn't telling me what's bothering her," he muttered playfully in an almost unnoticeable manner that made her confused whether he was playing with her or demanding to know the explanation.

"Nothing," she shook her head and tried to scoot away from him in a manner so that he would not notice her moving away. But he did as then he held her arm before giving her body a jolt and with one quick motion, she was on his lap.

The fragrance of his manly cologne entering her nostrils.

"Please, it's inappropriate. Someone will see," she said, moving her eyes around when he felt his chest rumbling as he blew out a chuckle.

"I will have their eyes out,"

She tried to wriggle and get up but his hold on her remained firm, not letting her go.

"Quiet. I want you close," he whispered and caressed is thumb on her fluffy cheek.

"You don't have any right to touch me!" Though fearful, she still stood firm on her statement when she noticed his features hardening and it told her that his face was softened before.

There was little to no difference in his playful face and hardened one.

"I don't like people running their tongues on me," he sadistically said in a low rumble, "especially my woman,"

"I'm not yours," she managed to whisper.

A lop sided smirk formed on his pink lips that she wouldn't have noticed if her face was not close to his.

"We will see, Sheharzaad. We will see," he uttered as his eyes dreamily bored in hers. Her heart beat quickened and she averted her eyes away.

He chuckled before laying his head against the headrest as she laid there in his firm, unescapable arms. Fixing her head against his chest, he closed his eyes feeling a sense of utter peace encompassing him.

She sat there scared, not having a courage to move a limb as a few moments elasped. She could hear his heartbeat as her ear was just placed above his heart.

Its beat was calm, composed, rhythmic

While hers, being in a close proximity with him, so near that his hot breath fanned against his cheek, it had her heart go wild, erratic and turbulent.

She felt herself at the verge of an attack as the position alone brought nerve-wracking memories in her head.

Flashback

In his built in room, within the office, after they both had taken the shower, she was hurriedly wearing her clothes thinking he was going to let her go whilst he was busy drying his hair with a towel.

She was halfway through buttoning up her shirt when suddenly flinched when she felt him placing his chin on her shoulder.

"Where do you think you are going?" He inhaled her scent, nuzzling his nose in her neck.

"G-ghar," she whispered troublesomely.

(Home)

"Not so soon," his hands raked against her arms, reaching her hand as he grasped her hand and began to lead her to the bed. Her eyes widening upon seeing the bed coming infront her vision.

She gulped audible.

"Sh-sh-shehryaar," she tried to grab his attention yet he paid no heed as he sat her on the bed before laying on the mattress.

He made her ride him making her insides quiver as her baby grey eyes looked up at him and then back down, suppressing a sob formed in her throat. He was shirtless, his well built, tattooed chest on display making him look more daunting to her.

His eyes dreamily dropped to her plump lips, moving up to her slender nose and then connecting with her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes.

A pair of grey that he admired.

Moving his thumb up, he traced her brow, "Where did you come from?" he lowly whispered but it was audible to her ears, "Where. from." he lightly stressed on his words as his half opened eyes looked at her.

In that moment, he felt as if he had gotten intoxicated with her scent. The pleasure she gave him, nobody ever could.

It was more like a challenge for him instead. Sparking his interest and desire that why wasn't this woman giving in?  When he knew, they worship the ground he walk on, yet here, she, was not even looking at him. Never raised her eyes up for once the whole night. Doing it occasionally when he commanded it.

He recalled the hard time she had given him during the shower but he drove the hesitation, resistance and the sheer determination that was beginning to grow in her eyes again, out of her. He knew his way around. How to bend, break and mold things the way he wanted. The way he liked. The way he was taught.

With a flash, suddenly he was hovering above her and with the intensity his eyes stared back made his intentions clear to her.

She stifled a sob but failed as her lips pouted and a cry erupted through her lips.

His one hand held the hem of her trouser as he rubbed it between his thumb and forefingers, "remove it,"

She did as he asked. Not wanting to be the victim of his wrath. She had long ago made peace with herself by convincing her heart that just for one night, her body belonged to him. His to do as he pleased. He can do whatever he wanted to and she would never object, following the pact that was signed between them. If it wasn't for Amna then not even his father would have been able to touch even as much as a hair on her head, with this thought, she tried to console herself as it made her feel she did have a upper hand to some extent.

She made her heart understand, it wasn't being forced on her. She willfully did what she did. She tried to make herself believe that she wasn't that helpless in the situation as she was thinking herself to be.

Also, she had no other option. The time would have run out if she had waited even for more than a day.

Yet during the night, the Sheharzaad she had locked away would surface infront of him. And then she would see in his eyes.

A glint.

Of pure evil.

Of pure satisfaction.

As if he wanted to tame that part of hers and he accepted it as a challenge.

Gulping the sob down, she laid beneath him with no pajamas and with just a shirt on.

Her heart began to thump wildly in her chest as both his hands landed on either side of her head when he began to remove his grey boxers.

He still couldn't decipher the infatuation within him for her, that too created in such a short period of time.

"Please," her whisper, grabbed his attention, entirely as he looked up to her eyes again.

"Please," She didn't want to beseech him but she had reached the limit, yet again.

"Please what?" he murmured, caressing her cheeks with the back of his fingers, softly.

"Stop. I-I feel s-sore," she stuttered, staring in his eyes with helplessness, "I c-can't take it. You can cut my money too f-for d-d-enying you," a tear rolled down her cheek and disappeared in her locks.

He frowned but then a smile reached his lips as he tilted his head looking at her.

"Wonder where's that wild cat gone?" he whispered, before pinching the bridge of her nose and got off of her and positioned him on one side of the bed.

'You tamed that wild cat' she thought, brokenly.

She sat up, looking at him while swallowing a lump formed within her throat.

Suddenly, her shoulders raised when he patted the place next to him, "come here," he commanded. She quickly wore her trousers before sitting at the exact place where he pointed. Next to him.

He laid her head on his chest and began to caress her hair.

She could listen his heartbeat.

Thump

Thud

Thump

Thud

His heart entirely conflicting her palpitating heart.

Her eyes instinctively moved up to see his eyes closed, his curled yet thick lashes on display while his hand continued to stroke her hair.

He muttered something under his breath which she couldn't quite catch.

"Oh how will I get over you, Sheharzaad?"

....

Back in the present, she was still in his captivity. Her imprisonment started from the night she had agreed to sell him her body and to the day it was still continued.

She couldn't muster up the courage to speak against him rather she was here to face the dire consequences of the similar sin she committed at his home.

"Can I please leave?" she spoke after moments of contemplation. Her voice not above a murmur.

His eyes opened, revealing grey diamonds struck in his irises.

Even diamond would envy those effervescent grey metallic shards. Cold and unsympathetic.

"Where?" he whispered. It felt as of she had disturbed his moment of peace.

"To the restroom,"

"Go," he said and it didn't take her seconds to fly away from there, while he sat there whiffing the remanants of her alluring fragrance.

In the middle of her way, she met a flight attendant who guided her to the restroom.

"Here is it," The attendant said with a smile, showing Sheharzaad the door.

Sheharzaad looked around. She just wanted to be away from him and now as she gained the short-lived freedom, she will live it until the flight lands.

"Please can you show me some other seat. Boss's working. I don't want to disturb him,"

"Yeah sure," The attendant spoke with a smile.

The plane was luxurious, screaming money as there were compartments made.

She and Shehryaar too sat in one of those compartments, partitioned by a door.

She led Sheharzaad the way as she slid the door open only to reveal a whole bedroom. Her eyes jutted out.

Sheharzaad sat on the sofa and first thing she did was to release the breath struck in her throat and grabbed the bottle of water, she so wanted to have to wet her parched throat.

"Who else is in this plane?" Sheharzaad asked.

"Sir's security in one of those partitions and our whole staff excluding the male flight attendants," she apprised.

Sheharzaad frowned, "the company doesn't hire male attendants?"

"No ma'am, there is nothing like that," she spoke, "sir had specifically ordered no male attendant in this flight other than his security who are just to stay in their room,"

"Why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe we heard some special guest was accompanying him," she responded only to get Sheharzaad's eyes widened.

He removed all the males from today's flights staff because of her? Or was someone else coming?

She was still trying to find the reasons behind his mysterious step when the attendant who was in contact with her earpiece with someone, spoke to her, "Sir demands your presence,"

Sheharzaad passed her a nod. Inwardly thanking that she atlast got a chance to breathe somewhere peacefully and the dreadful flight was atlast coming to an end.

She was returning back from where she had came from and as soon as she entered the cabin, she heard his growl making her insides quiver.

"How the fuck did he get kidnap?" She heard him say and danger bells rung in her ears.

Hoping she had no hand in angsting him.

Only if she knew...