Chapter 51: Chapter 51

He frowned upon seeing an unknown number sending him a video when on the cue his phone began to ring with a call.

"Sir.... we've received some reports," the man on the other side of the phone uttered. Fear evident in his voice.

"Regarding what?"

"Regarding... Madam Sheharzaad,"

"Come to my office," he said and hung up the call. His sixth sense pointing at something else.

....

"Sir... actually... we have been fearing... bringing up this topic to you," The man atlast gathered the courage to utter the words.

"What is it?"

"Yesterday, one of the men stationed to keep an eye on Ms. Sheharzaad reported this to us....that.... actually Ms. Sheharzaad was in a relationship with another guy,"

His jaw ticked as he gulped, trying to refrain the beast who was taking control over him. It was surprising, that he didn't find it surprising.

'She was a woman after all. All they know is to betray'

But there was a bother arising within him.

She was tainted...

There was no way to un-taint her now...

All he could was to refrain her and limit her as much as he could do.

He knew his suspicion would never lift from her for the rest of their lives after what he heard.

There was no going back from it now. It was a dead end for him.

She was his.

And how could she even entertain the thought of another man in her mind?

Had he not broken her enough that no other man won't enter her thoughts?

Yet still....

His subordinates were staring at his black face. They were all expecting him to snap, yet not a single emotion flickered on his face. He continued putting on the mask of voidness and unaffectedness.

"Who?" he simply asked.

"Sir he has the details," the man pointed towards another one. Shehryaar pointed his finger at him before curling it, ordering him to come to him through his finger.

"Come forward," He ordered, his words slow manifesting the subtle hint of his anger.

"Chief," the man came forwards with his hands joined.

"Name?" he asked.

"Rehman, chief,"

"What did you see, Rehman?" Sheharyaar asked, leaning forward, looking in his eyes, daring him to lie in any way.

"Sir... we all are aware that she is now your betrothed and a woman belonging to a Syed can not belong to anyone. We all know that she is your woman and a man raising his eyes just to look at her or her looking at a man to notice him is a grave crime in our world that no one can save us from the wrath of the chief an-"

"Come to the point," He cut him. That was true. An unbreakable law. Betrayal with your man was a crime, the punishment of which solely depends on that man. And given the person Shehryaar was, they knew to which extent he could do. How repugnant and deadly his punishment could get, especially with the matter of betrayal of his woman.

One prime example was her as well.

"I was scared, sire," the man fell on his knees, joining his hands infront him, "I was scared to report this to anyone fearing my death, sir. I was scared that you might believe your woman and not me if I ever reported these occurrences to anyone.. you might have received a video.... it was me who sent it to you because I was fearing directly coming infront of you. That video is the evidence of whatever I will say would be the truth, chief,"

"Leave us alone," he commanded and everyone left. For some reasons, he didn't want others to listen to the truth that was surfacing its ugly face out.

It was about her.

It was supposed to be private.

"I was he ex-security guard of the main office sir but when my commander told me that I was required to be stationed outside madam's house, I shifted there. I knew the men around, patrolling and keeping an eye on madam. The backside of the house was solely my responsibility to keep a check on and one night I saw a man climbing inside the house. I thought it might be a thief so I walked ahead and in the backyard of that house, I saw madam with a man... they were... not in... not in the state a woman belonging to you should be in. I got scared that if I reported it to you, I might get executed for accusing your woman without any evidence,"

"What did you see?" He wanted him to continue. He wanted to know more of the woman he thought was the most innocent and bewitching thing he ever came across. He wanted to taunt the small part of his that was slowly losing itself in her charms, as a warning to not to be bewitched ever again. Despite trying desperately, despite being cold and pulling up his inhumanity as much as he could, that small part was what he couldn't get a control over when he was around her. That barabaraic part would force him to touch in the places to remind her of the night she had spent with him, yet again, one look in that grey ocean, the tiny sparkle in him would bubble up, forcing him to contain himself around her. Reprimanding him, she was innocent. A virgin by her mind.

"Madam and that man.... I couldn't see his face because of the darkness around but as her face was towards me, I was able to see everything.... madam was holding hands with him and let him kiss her hands.... the man tried coming more close to her but she pushed him away..... his hands was resting around her waist and they were close...that was what I saw. And I got really scared after seeing this. Then another night.... madam had worn an abaya, coming out of the back door and was walking towards a desolated place of the neighborhood. I followed her to the end and then she met a man there. I recorded it and sent it to you after gathering enough courage,"

"Do you have anyone to prove whatever you say is truth apart from this video?"

"There were three men incharge of the backside of her house and we divided it in three shifts after getting permission from our commando. And at night it was usually me but... I do have another person who was with me at that night when I recorded this video. Him and I both saw madam coming out of the house in an abaya and not just this he also noticed another incident when he was the incharge during night. He told me that he saw someone entering her house from the backdoor but he kept it to him for the same reasons as mine," The man told truthfully.

He felt his heart clenching and he couldn't point out any emotion. Myriads were going on within his mind.

He was enraged, he expected that.... and a tinge of dejection.

He wasn't expecting that from her.

But above all of these, the most overpowering was his anger.

He won't let her go and he had made up his mind for that. he would have discarded her in the same way as he did with her by leaving her to torment in her own misery but no, his mind had other plans for Sheharzaad. She wasn't any other girl. She was his want. His desire. And he won't rest until he would see her in the version he wanted her woman to be.

He won't stop here.

It was a mere beginning.

"You may go," This was what Sheharyaar said and the man scurried away. Then he opened his phone and played the video.

And what played infront his eyes was bound to remain imprinted in his mind.

Forever!

...

His eyes gave way no emotion as he sat infront her, staring at her with those blank eyes. Sometimes his jaw would tick, other times he would be calm and then he would tightly fist his hand. She could feel the wheels spinning in his head. He was thinking about something deeply. His contemplation wasn't evident through his face yet through his eyes that would grasp different shades of grey. A darker shade, sadistic shade, a lighter shade, a shade implicating his lust, then his anger, his desire, and a shade that implicated as if he was her owner.

And all of those shades just made her heartbeat painfully fast.

She had tried to say something upon his entrance when he placed his finger on his lips, indicating her not to talk and she didn't dare do that given the number of sins she already had in her plate.

"Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut," He said and she frowned.

A rage grasping her senses.

What the hell?

What did he mean by that?

He stood up from his position and slowly approached her. His fingers cursorily grazing her cheeks making her to struggle against the chains that bound her.

"Aren't you one of those, Sheharzaad?" he asked, more like a statement and her wriggling doubled.

"Who do you think you're?" The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

She felt an immense anger gripping her heart.

It was never her who approached him. It was him. It was also him who exploited her sexually. And now he was associating these words with her character?

"Aren't this a truth, Sheharzaad?"

"You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes, "and you have always been wrong. I'm not.... a slut. Don't associate this word with me,"

He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him.

"Do you not see the ring you've been wearing and a man you were almost about to fuck?" he said and her mouth hung open in surprise.

Was he talking about Hannan?

Did he come to know?

Oh god! No!

It was the moment of realization for her that he came to know about Hannan.

"Does that not make you a slut?"

She shook her head. Her voice suddenly lost. Fear crippling her senses.

"I'm not a slut.... " her voice trailing off.

"Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes.

"You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared, his eyes boring in hers  as he threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her brutally.

He had never trusted womankind and she was a strong woman. A woman of her own kind that after all these atrocities she wasn't bowing down to him. And she still dared to outrun him.

She knew she was an independent being, had her own identity which no one could ever steal from him. She wasn't someone's mere possession or a belonging that he would do whatever he wanted to do with her and she won't even resist. And in that moment, a promise was brewed within her, while his tongue plunged in taking possession of her mouth, to prove him wrong, to make him chew his own words.

But after knowing the truth he now wanted shatter and break her into pieces only to feed her into this brain that she was also a whore like every other woman yet the case was, he would make her believe that she was his whore. Just his.