Chapter 38: Chapter 38

His eye-lids concealed his grey eyes. Blackness sprawled infront his eyes. And then in that darkness, a picture was slowly and sensually drawn.

Grey eyes.

Slender nose.

Laughing lips. Rosy lips.

Perfect cheeks.

Honey blonde locks.

Her dainty hands holding a rose.

The picture faded and then came a certain scene.

Her writhing under him. Her rosy lips that were smiling earlier now shivered. Her cheeks paled. Her grey eyes closed. Her fingers dugging in his muscular back. Then her lips opening as she let out a wince.

The pleasure filled within him.

The sound of his grunts mixed with her moans and winces began to play like a music in his ears as he laid in the bed.

One more thrust and she came undone there against the glass-wall of the washroom. The shower showering the drops of water above them.

His heart began to beat wildly as he turned side in his bed. Everything quitened and for a moment he heard the tick-tock of the clock. His eyes opened again and came across the dullness of the room.

For a moment, he stared at nothing. Then glanced at the wall to figure out the time.

Another half an hour passed. It was 3 in the morning now.

But no sleep reached him.

Again, he closed his eyes.

This time around, her wet front was leaned against his toned abs on which the drops trickled down. She breathed heavily. He had stopped moving in her and allowed her to breathe. She had came undone without his permission. His hands gently caressing her wet hair. Her teeth biting the skin against his shoulder.

His eyes opened once again. He took a deep breath now. He was getting high now. His hand formed a fist, itching to hold her locks and kiss her till she would pass out.

He sat up, resting his back against the headboard. A groan escaping his lips. As if he was controlling himself. The desire in him grew. Kept on growing as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

He could call anyone at the moment to satisfy this over-growing desires but no one could be even close to her. No one. That even whilst thrusting in and out of those bodies who were suppose to give pleasure to him, all he could think was her. And then he had stopped calling them, thinking he would go mad if he began to think so much of her.

At this point, he couldn't understand his decisions.

She caught his eyes.

She had a one night stand with him.

And yet still she wasn't off of his system as he had thought.

Maybe this was the reason he wanted to marry her. His mind was unclear and ambiguous as to why he was marrying her yet all he knew as he would be marrying her at any cost. Every cost. Let it be a knife against his throat. Or her throat. Let it be on the cost of the death of people, dear to her. But he would marry her. And not marrying her was not even an option.

He wanted more. So much more. Rather all of her. Until this need, this raw desire was satiated.

He tried closing his eyes. And again, her grey eyes, her perfect uncovered body flashed infront his eyes.

"Oh Sheharzaad. You will be the death of me," He gritted, before opening his eyes and getting up from his bed on his way to where his heart was leading him.

....

The door bell rung startling her. Her sleep was disturbed.

A frown itched on her forehead thinking who might it would be when the thought of Amna hit her mind.

She thought Amna would have come back otherwise who could come at her door at this hour. So she got up and headed towards the door. Unlocked it, opened it and then moved her eyes up from the floor only to get them widen.

"You," She felt her voice getting lost suddenly. She meant to pronounce it louder yet it only came out as a whisper.

"Did not I tell you not to open the door for anyone?" He stepped in, puffing out smoke from his lips as he held the cigarette between his fingers.

"And that too without asking, Sheharzaad," He entered her house and she was already taking a few unnoticeable steps back. He turned around, his back towards her as he worked with the lock. Twisted, turned it around and locked it before facing her.

The cigarette was dropped from his fingers to the floor when he crushed it under his boot. By now her back had touched the wall as she stared at him, anxiously.

Shehryaar came closer, before placing his hand next to her head. Her eyes followed his movements.

He kept on staring at her without uttering a word.

"I w-was sleeping," She tried to initiate a conversation as the silence and his deep grey eyes were tightening the air around her lungs.

"I know,"

"Why are you here?" Her voice came out as meek and she couldn't understand why. Maybe it was the affect of what she witnessed in that basement.

"I want you," He whispered.

The sentence alone had the power to create terrors of chills on her spine.

She moved her lashes to his chest and didn't even realize her chin had gotten wobbly.

"I want to sleep," She said, trying to divert the topic and was about to walk away when another arm was placed infront her face and she was trapped between his arms and the wall.

"You are driving me crazy," He lowered his eyes to her level, "I want to touch you, be inside you all day and all night and it is driving me crazy," She could notice how his voice had gotten dark and hoarse.

"Don't look away when we talk," His voice was soft with a subtle threat. The underlying warning constricted her throat, making her look up at him.

"Please, leave," Her voice had gotten raspy, "People will leave no chance to taint my character,"

"I will slash their throats infront your very eyes, Sheharzaad,"

"You do-" She said, turning her head towards him and winced only to realize a strand of her hair was struck in his shirt.

His eyes lifted from her face to his button upon which her fingers were working so she could get the strand of her hair free and it appeared to be get tangled more.

His hand that were on the wall, slid against her waist and pulled her more closer to him and then he asked, "better?"

She inhaled the same air he exhaled. Moments elapsed as he didn't let them move. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as he leaned towards her. She was fast to turn her face to the left.

"I want to s-say something," she whispered, knowing her turning away from him had him angsted.

"Say,"

She stepped back creating distance but her hair was still struck.

"As w-we are marrying," The words felt like a weight being placed on her shoulders, "I don't w-want you to t-touch me as our r-religion does not allow this," With her breath in her throat, she continued speaking, anticipating his reaction, "and I don't w-want this either," lifting her eyes up, she stared at him, head to head, "until we-we are married. If y-you consider me as your fiancee then atleast...I..listen..I..listen to me," She stuttered.

"Is there a scissors around?" he asked making confusion dance in her eyes.

"What are you going to do with the scissors?" she asked abruptly yet cautiously. She began to think of a new way his mind must have sorted to torture her as her words might have offended him.

She saw him, biting his lips, looking at her intensely. After a few moments, he spoke, "maybe to cut your-"

Her hands were fast as she placed them on his lips, "what are you saying?" Panic struck her eyes, "why would you cut my tongue?"

He placed a soft kiss on her palm before taking it in his. Followed by him taking a pockeet-knife out of his pocket and then proceeded to cut the strand of her hair that was struck in his button.

He held it between his fingers. She had tangled the hair more in nervousness and it seemed pretty bad to unstruck it so he opted for cutting it and then keeping it.

His eyes landed on the pin in her locks as he unpinned her hair, letting a strand falling free before taking the hair pin and fastened the cut away strand of hair with it before keeping it in his pocket.

She observed him doing so when he unlatched his eyes from his pocket and landed them on her.

"I like your hair," she heard his mutter. His voice deep and throaty.

"And I," he tucked that strand behind her ear which had fallen out because of unpinning it, "needed scissors for this. Why would I cut your tongue, little lady?" he questioned looking away from her hair towards her face.

In that dark corridor, while he had pinned her to a wall, he seemed nothing like the same person who had made her pay a visit to that abhorring basement and make her gaze at the sight which was still instilled in her mind.

He seemed calm. Looked calm. His eyes though callous weren't deadly. They were just quiet.

"And about your previous statement, little lady," Her heart started to throb in her chest, it seemed like she was waiting for her result, "fine. I won't touch you until our wedding night. I let you free until our wedding so use the freedom wisely,"

"Free?" She asked.

"You can come to the office if you want," he just said.

(Quick question, why he specifically said, 'you can come to the office if you want' when there were many things he could have said. Any guesses?)

"And?" She batted her lashes. She needed him to say more. She wanted him to say that she can do whatever she wanted without the fear of him. Like a lover waiting for his beloved confession's, she waited for him to utter her desired words.

"I won't interfere. You won't need my permission. You can do what you want. But," his voice dropped octaves down, "if you're seen near as much as inch near any men, I'll kill him with my very hands and what I'd do to you is another story. Also, don't dare removing your ring from your finger,"

"No. I won't do that," she almost whimpered.

"Now you can go back to sleep," He stepped away from her and she passed him a suspicious glance.

"Won't y-you leave?"

"I keep my word. I won't touch you," He addressed the suspicion in her eyes, "now go to your room," he said and she began to head towards the room while he followed behind. With his hands tucked behind his back, he observed the surrounding.

She thanked God that the house had been empty for previous two weeks. Atleast it could serve as an explanation to the boxes filled with stuff that were lying here and there.

"It's just, Amna...we are renovating this lounge," she explained to him.

He didn't say anything and when they reached her bedroom, she again looked at him.

"Are you not going?"

"No," he settled at the nearby couch.

She blinked her lashes in confusion.

"Sleep," He said again and she was pressed to follow his command. She didn't want him to show her, his other side.

Minutes later, she didn't realize when she had slept as he sat there and kept on looking at her.

If she hadn't asked him not to touch her, he might have actually taken her against the wall. It was better for him as it may keep him away from her.

Because if he again came closer to her, then he might have broken her beyond repair.

It was better to wait for things to turn official so her naive mind could also accept the things he intended to do with her.