Chapter 30: Chapter 30

"Now?"

"You may go ma'am. We will accompany you," he told.

"No. Don't dare,"

"We can't let you go alone," he spoke.

"I can go and don't follow me. That's an order," she replied and they exchange helpless glances with each other before she walked away.

As she strolled around, she found the place, awfully quiet. Rather the whole floor. There was no one. Not a single being. A frown marred her brows.

She spoted an elevator and decided to go to another floor when another guard came infront her.

He looked at her and then stepped aside, letting her go, "you may go madam," he told, giving her the way.

Her grey eyes filled with astonishment as the doors of the elevator opened. A smile made its way to her lips and she walked inside, taking a deep breath. She appreciated every moment. Those four walls made her realized that.

The elevator dinged open and the doors revealed to her almost another world. Full of people, walking here and there. The area was busy and loud as compared to the previous floor.

She smiled, ear to ear and walked across the people where her feet led her to. And she found herself standing infront a pool. Squatting down, she dipped her hand in the water. At first, it felt cold yet slowly the temperature felt cool to her as she began to splash the water. The room filled with her giggles.

"Excuse me," A voice caught her attention and she frowned, standing up.

"Yes?" she found a man standing there. With his hands behind his back, his deep blue eyes stared at her.

"Hi," he said, and a smile made its way on his lips.

"Who are you?" she questioned.

"No one. I just wanted to ask you about the way,"

"Which way?"

"I couldn't find the reception on this floor," he said.

"Is there a reception on this floor?" she asked with a frown and he laughed quietly.

"I'm sorry. I think you are not the person I need," he replied, "by the way, I'm Wali," he forwarded his hand and she gave it a suspicious glance.

"I'm engaged," she set forth her hand infront him.

He laughed, "I didn't mean any harm, Ms..."

"Sheharzaad,"

"Ms. Sheharzaad, I didn't mean any harm," he retrieved his hand back, "I hope you didn't mind,"

She gave no response to the smile he passed. He was about to go away when she asked, "are you from Pakistan?"

He turned around, his deep blue eyes staring at her, "yes. I'm. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing," she gave a tight lipped smile, "just like that," For a moment, her eyes looked around subtly, "it was nice meeting you, Mr. Wali Umer Khan," she whispered his name so only he could hear.

The mask cascaded down his face as a knowing look took its place, "Thank you, Ms. Sheharzaad. I appreciate that," he said and walked away.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as soon as he was gone. The breath that was struck in her throat.

The mission was accomplished.

She was playing with fire.

But it was better to play with fire instead letting the fire play with you.

'Sheharzaad. The FBI chief, will come to meet you at Dubai. He just wanted to confirm whether you deem fit for this role or not. He is a tall guy, with blue yes. His name is, Wali. Real name, Wali Umer Khan. Many of us don't know his full name. Many are unaware who is the new fbi chief as his identity is kept hidden on purpose. When he comes to meet you, just call him, by once from his full name. Mr. Wali wanted to meet you and the few minutes of meeting would be enough for him to access whether you fit in the job or not. If he gives a positive response then be assured, he had selected you for this mission.'

~Khaleda

She recalled the last letter which Khaleda managed to send to her. The moment, she called Wali back to ask about his whereabouts was the moment she had sealed her fate, with her own hands.

With hurried steps, she walked back to her room and found the guards still standing there. She entered inside, quickly and took a deep breath.

She wasn't sure, joining hands with the intelligence agency was right or not but sitting in vain and doing nothing would do no good to her. It was better to go down with a fight. At the end what was supposed to happen, would happen.

Sheharzaad felt footsteps approaching the room so she quickly jumped on the bed and cocooned herself in the blanket, pretending to sleep.

The door opened and the footsteps neared her.

She knew it was him.

He approached him and she tried to pull up the best of her acts of sleep. He leaned forward toward her as her nose got enriched by the fragrance of his perfume.

Her heart beating a mile a minute.

She felt hot breath fanning against her cheek and tingles rose there before a kiss was placed on her temple.

"Esci dalla mia testa" He whispered something near her ears which she couldn't get.

(Get out of my head)

His thumb ran on her brows, "Ma ti piace mettermi alla prova, vero?" She heard him say and it annoyed her that what language was he speaking and what surprised her the most was the fact that he knew whole of another language.

(But you love to test me, don't you?)

"We are getting married as soon as we go back, Sheharzaad. We're  getting married," he muttered before he straightened himself.

At this, her heart suddenly got gripped by a jolt of anxiety.

She felt his footsteps fading away and she assumed, he collected something and walked out of the room again.

She sat up as soon as he was gone. Tears rushed to her eyes and they landed on the ring sitting proudly on her finger. It felt to her that her ring owned her more than she did. In a fit of fury, she took it off and smashed it on the wall.

His promising tone playing at the back of her mind on and on.

'We will marry'

"Nhi karni shaadi meinay!" Breathlessly, she said, "nhi karni!" picking up one pillow after another, she threw them away, "nhi karni! nhi karni!"  her brows drew closer in a frown, depicting her anger and frustration.

(I don't want to marry!)

The next second, she pick the vase and banged it on the wall, followed by the jug of water. Yet her frustration and anger wasn't subsiding. The helplessness rather increased.

Hugging her knees to her chest, she began to sob helplessly while crying out her protest of not marrying him with every hiccup.

"Nhi karni shaadi meinay," she whispered when her sobs died down. Her breath almost hitched in her throat when she heard footsteps approaching the room and the first thing she did was to dash towards the wall where she smashed the ring.

Her eyes couldn't spot it and the footsteps were coming closer.

Panic rose within her.

Squatting down, she began to find the ring, looking here and there with worried eyes. The door knob turned and her eyes jutted out.

She couldn't find the ring.

The door opened and at the same time she saw the ring. The next second a black boot stepped near it. She looked up only to find him standing there again.

She stood, looking at him while he looked around the room. His eyes moving around, from the pillows to the pieces of glass and a crumbled up bedsheet, he observed everything before landing his eyes on her.

He stepped closer and her eyes moved down to his feet. He didn't seem to observe the ring lying just beneath his foot. Following her visage, he looked down and saw the ring lying on the floor.

And a look of realization made its way on his face.