Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The whole night he kept on turning sides on his bed. Whenever he would close his eyes, her face would come infront him. All the scenes kept on playing in his mind. The moment when he first saw her, when she crashed into his chest. In the lift, her saving the child that day and at the hotel when he killed that person who was aiming gun at her.

He was unaware himself why he did what he did. He could have let that person kill her and it won't bother him but his hands had moved on their own and shot that man.

And of today when her eyes helplessly stared at him, asking for his help. The thing that created a spark in him was recalling the moment when her eyes connected with his. His heart had skipped a beat unknowingly.

What was happening to him?

Had he began to like her?

He shrugged the thought away. It was all because of that bastard Zaroon that had made him about her. Pretty much it was an infatuation and it could get out of his system only by a single fuck. He was sure about that.

He tried to sleep once again but her face came infront his closed eyes once again. Sighing, he sat up and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb. He couldn't understand why was he getting restless? And not being able to gauge out the reason behind his restlessness was making him more restless.

He knew sleep was far far from him, so he got up, wore his shirt and went into the gym for work out.

That night again he had again called a woman to fulfil his desires but this time around, even the pleasure wasn't giving the satisfaction he wanted.

He wanted someone else.

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Sheharzaad couldn't sleep the whole night too. She had hugged Amna tightly and kept on crying in her lap. She knew Amna would get stressed and her stress could worsen her condition but Sheharzaad wanted comfort. She knew she was being selfish but she can't always put up the mask of being strong and steadfast. She was also a human. She also had the right to breakdown.

"Please, Shehar, please don't cry, my life. God will give us justice," Amna tried to comfort her but Sheharzaad hugged her more tightly afraid Rafay would come again. He would repeat all those things with her again. After what happened with her today, she knew she won't be able to live and feel like a normal person again. She knew she won't be able to trust any person. She was broken. She was this close from getting raped.

Raped?

Was she about to get raped?

She never thought that such a situation would befell on her. She wasn't even out of the trauma of what happened at the hotel that night and she came across a new one. But this one was worst than the last one.

Atleast nobody had touched her, nobody had kissed her, nobody had snapped her scarf away from her. She was pure and nobody tainted her purity but now she felt as if a black spot had been marred on her chastity. She felt impure and disgusted of her own self. She felt as if someone came and took away her dignity.

"Amna," her croaky voice said

"Yes, sheharzaad?"

"Please, h..help me shower. He... he touched me, he...t..touched me," she croaked out.

"Sure, sure. Come on, get up,"

Sheharzaad had taken a bath to remove his touch but still she could feel the lingering feeling on her body. She so wanted to scream loudly, her heart was breaking into pieces. Nobody had ever touched her the way that bastard did.

She felt hopeless

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Her whole night was spent in praying and she had given Amna sleeping pills so she could sleep. When she was done with her prayers she laid her head on the prayer matt and sleep did come to her.

A peaceful sleep.

Two hours later when her eyes opened, it was 8 in the morning when she recalled her boss's order to meet at him at his office at sharp 9 along with her phone. She couldn't quite recall where her phone was. It was misplaced as far as she could remember. Nevertheless, she got up and got ready for the work. She needed to reach the company before 9 so she could buy some time to find her phone and practice whatever she would be saying infront the CEO.

It was 8:45 when she reached her office and was surprised to find her phone on the table. She couldn't recollect when did she place her phone here. It was confusing and when she tried to remember, all that came infront her eyes was the last night's incident so she didn't put more stress on her brain.

Her palms had gotten queasy as the arrow was moving towards 9. She was fervently hoping that he would trust her instead of him. When just 5 minutes were left, the phone of her office rung and she picked it up.

"Hello,"

"Ms. Sheharzaad," his rich voice reached her ears and she stood up, startled.

"Yes...yes, sir?"

"Come to my office,"

"Ok sir," She replied and the call was hung.

She rushed to his office and knocked before entering. She found him sitting on his chair working on his macbook.

"Good morning, sir," She greeted before entering. He looked at her and then pointed with his brows to sit on the chair and continued working on the laptop.

She sat there tensed, rubbing her hands. She was hoping that no unfavourable event would fold out making her position questionable in the company. Her character was at stake.

Her eyes moved up to look at him who wasn't paying any attention on her and invested in his work. It was the first time when she got the chance to closely analyse him.

He was handsome.

He had a manly, peppered stubble. His eyebrows were thick and hawkish nose with a broad forehead. His lashes were long and curled upwards shadowing his well defined cheekbones. He had a concrete jaw and broad shoulders. An earthy scent swirled around him. He had that appearance which would make him stand out in the crowd. An aura of coldness and mirthlessness surrounded him. Just by a single look of his eye, he could dominate the next person. He appeared to be so powerful as if the world waits for the flick of his fingers to carry out a command.

He was a good-looking guy but what always attracted her in other men was how they treat the women around them. Mother, sister, wife and all the other women. Physical beauty would be just a plus point for her. Beauty of character was most important to her.

Yet he had that sense of mysteriousness around him. Just like a riddle. Cold. Quiet. Private and distant. Not giving a shit kind of person unless something would concern him.

He had those almond shaped hawk like eyes. The grey emeralds appeared as dominating as his persona was. Intelligence, cleverness and aptness sprinkled through his eyes which were staring directly in hers. Grasping her full attention.

Staring at me?

The sudden realization hit her hard making her fall out of her reverie as she immediately looked away in order to deny that she wasn't inspecting him.

Despite her looking away from him, she could feel his austere gaze on her making her queasy.

On the cue, the door knocked and a man entered. Upon getting his permission, he sat on one of the chairs infront his table.

"Good morning, sir," the man greeted.

"Have you brought what I asked you for Ali?" He questioned.

"Yes sir. Here is the recording,"

"Show," he commanded and the man placed the laptop which he had brought with himself and turned it towards him.

"Sir here is it,"

Shehryaar inserted the pin of his earphones in the jack before wearing them and began to watch the video. His whole attention on the scene folding infront his eyes. His face didn't change expressions, his skeptical grey eyes seemed to observe each and every detail.

"What is it, Mr. Ali?" Sheharzaad asked that man in a low voice.

"It's the recording of last night. Sir Shehryaar had asked for it,"

"Of which time and area?"

"Between 11 and 12 The corridors,"

"Ok, thanks," she replied. She knew why he asked for the recordings, she was thankful there was a recording to prove her innocence.

A frown marred his brows as he looked up Ali.

"Where is the rest of it?" Shehryaar suddenly asked, taking off his ear buds.

Ali looked down. Sheharzaad could tell, he was nervous.

"Shall I repeat, Ali?"

"Sir, I apologize, the camera's weren't totally functional,"

"And where is the footage of her cabin?" He asked again.

"Sir, we had received a request to make the cameras of Ms. Sheharzaad's room non-functional,"

"With whose permission exactly?"

"CFO, sir. Mr. Ijaz. We've a written record,"

Shehryaar turned his attention towards her. His eyes manifested anger.

"Have you made that request?"

"No...no sir. I wasn't even aware of that," Her voice slightly shook, given how raged his eyes look.

Shehryaar bored his eyes in Ali's as he spoke, "This footage doesn't make anything evident, Ali. What's the security staff is doing? Why the footage is not complete and just the blurred fragments available? I can't gauge anything out of it," He demanded making the breath struck in their throats. His anger was evident through his voice.

"I apologize for my error,"

He smoldered with resentment. Intense rage gripping him, pulsing through his veins. Indolence and carelessness was unbearable for him.

"Get out of my office, now! Fucking apology," His not so loud roar made Sheharzaad jump in her seat and Ali to run for his life.

As soon as he left, Shehryaar dialed a number and asked for her boss, Mr. Ijaz to be in his office, along with some papers. Sheharzaad could feel slight tremors leaving her body. Her body was turning hot and cold at the same time and she could feel the floor slipping beneath her feet. His anger was making her fret.

Within seconds he came, holding some papers in his hand.

"Report, Mr. Ijaz,"

"Sir, here is the paper. Ms. Sheharzaad had asked me to sign this paper herself and requested to make the cameras of her room non-functional,"

"Show me," he ordered and Ijaz hurriedly passed the one of the papers to him. He gave a brief view to that.

"Do you remember her taking your sign?"

"Yes sir, she had personally requested me to do so,"

Shehryaar's furious eyes moved towards Sheharzaad and she panicked.

"No sir, these were the papers Rafay had given me to sign from you. As they were a bunch, I didn't go through them and neither find it important," She was shaking by now.

"No Ms. Sheharzaad, I clearly remember. You came to my office and asked me to sign these documents,"

"That's what I'm saying sir. Rafay had asked me to do so,"

"He could have come to me on her own, Ms. Sheharzaad," Ijaz contended.

She knew where was it all heading. The footage was the only proof that could prove her innocence completely and deny Rafay's accusation that she had invited him. Now the recordings were sabotaged and on the top of that, the documents were proving that she had requested to turn off the cameras in her room. And the documents were dated just a day ago, which means she had planned everything accordingly. Her requesting to make the cameras non-functional just a day ago of yesterday's incident was a very big proof against her. It would make everyone believe that she had invited Rafay and in order to carry out certain activities in her office with Rafay she had requested to turn-off the cameras of her room so there would be no proof of what had happened in her office. And the recording of the corridors were blurred.

"Ok, that's fine. You can go, Mr. Ijaz. Make sure to close the door on your way," She could feel a threat in his voice, making her heart beat faster.

"May I also go, sir?" Sheharzaad hurriedly asked, standing up. Now, she didn't want to be alone with him. He wasn't sounding the way he sounded moments ago.

His eyes passed her a glare.

"Sit," he hissed. She quietly sat down and the door clicked, indicating both of them were left alone now as Ijaz had left.

"Show me your phone," his dark voice said whilst he was standing up from his chair and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, revealing her veiny arms.

He walked towards her while Sheharzaad immediately unlocked her phone with shivering hands and gave it to him. It was better to obey him at the moment then to deny because he was the judge here and she was just suppose to prove her innocence just to him. She was distressed to another level.

He stood near her chair. His rich cologne crowded her senses making her more nervous. She was sitting while he was standing just a foot away from her. She placed her phone on the table so he could have a look at it.

Placing his hand on the table, he began to swipe through her contacts. She could see what he was doing as he hadn't taken the phone in his hands and was swiping infront her as the phone was on the table.

He clicked Rafay and went to the messages section and found no text there. He repeated the same thing on whatsapp and again he found no text by her side to him as an invite. The call logs also didn't show recent call to Rafay.

He turned off the button and gave her phone back to her. Well, even if she had texted her then why would she keep the texts?

Until last night, he was of the thought that Rafay was guilty but now, she also was coming out as suspicious to him yet there was no proof to prove one of these guilty. But what his eyes had witnessed last night was enough of an evidence. Rafay had his head nuzzled in her neck and she was crying when she came to him.

This proof was enough for him that Rafay was the culprit and he won't let him go easily yet she was also to be taken care of.

"You can go, Ms. Sheharzaad," he said, after contemplation. She stood up from her position and was moving past him when suddenly he gripped her arm making her shriek. She was about to turn away when he increased the hold of his grip on her arm.

"Shhhhh," he placed his finger on his lips and pushed her closer to him, "If I ever came across this revelation that you did have a hand in inviting him to your room then I swear Sheharzaad, you'll regret coming into this company," he whispered near her ear before pulling away. Her breath had struck in her throat.

"I'm letting you go only because what my eyes witnessed that night. Go and start your work, Ms. Sheharzaad," his tone was clipped but this time around came out as professional. She couldn't to believe he was the same person who whispered those deadly words in her ear.

She just gave a nod to him and scurried away.

.......

"Please, I'm not at fault," Rafay's head was dangling as he didn't have the energy to support it. He was in the basement of the building to which only a few people have access to.

"Tell me something new, Rafay." Shehayaar who sat infront him with legs crossed and gun swirling between his fingers. His form confident but gaze lethal with power exuding out from him.

"I swear to god, I have no fault in this. She is...is a slut,"

"I can't find your phone Rafay so I can see those texts that she had sent you,"

"My phone...it was in her office. I remember,"

"I checked, there's none,"

"Trust me," he pleaded again with busted lips, "she had texted me. She is a slut,"

"Whatever, but you made an attempt to tarnish my company's reputation. There are several brothels available for you to fuck those prostitutes but certainly my building is not one of those places,"

"I'm sorry, please. Leave me, she called me,"

"What should be your punishment?" he mused, "How much do you want, 5, 10, 15 or 20 lashes?" He asked.

Rafay's eyes sparkled and he abruptly said 5 to which Shehryaar haughtily laughed.

"Are you sure?" he cocked a brow at him.

"Yes...yes, I'm,"

"Dilawar. give him 5 strokes yet count 10 strokes as 1, after that fulfil his desire of fucking someone and kill him," he ordered.

Dilawer fisted his hand and beat it at his chest before giving a nod. "As you command,"

Shehryaar stood up from his chair and walked away while his screams began to echo everywhere.

"She called me! I know I'm dying, I won't lie but she...she called me!" he claimed between his screams.

"She called me, Shehryaar. She called me!" he shouted but Shehryaar paid no such heed but his words didn't go unnoticed by him.

He knew, a dying man never lies.

........

A few days have passed since that incident and she had adjusted herself in her work again Within these days, she had met someone.

His name was Hannan. He was a nice guy. Rather a very nice guy, more like a gentleman. He had been helping her throughout, and was there to support her whenever she needed someone to encourage her.

And she could feel the signals he was sending his way. She knew, he liked her but that he never stepped out of his line. He never made her feel awkward. He respected her and respected the boundaries she had set.

She was busy doing her work when Hannan again came in.

"Hi, how are you sheharzaad?"

"I'm good. How are you, Hannan? Come sit," she passed him a polite smile.

"Thanks," he said whilst sitting infront her, "do you need any help in work?"

"No. Not yet. I know I can count on you whenever I would want someone's help,"

"Haha that's my girl. Atlast you learnt it,"

"Yeah thank me later. Would you like something, tea, coffee?"

"No. Just came here to check up on you and chill out. I was so tired. I have been given bundles of work. The work load on these tender shoulders is too much,"

"I swear. Same is my case,"

"Sheharzaad, I came here to talk with you about something important," he said, his voice turning suddenly serious and on the cue, her phone rung.

It was Amna's doctor. She picked up immediately.

"Yes Dr?" she asked worriedly,

"What? By next week?" her eyes almost bulged out grasping Hannan's attention.

"Oh, I'll try Dr. I'll try. Please hold on. I'll try,"

"How much is the amount?"

"What?! And by next week?"

"Yes, yes. I understand, sir. I understand,"

"Fine. I'll meet you asap,"

"Thank you so much, Allah hafiz,"

Sheharzaad put her phone on the table and sat quietly. Not saying a word. Her eyes were staring at the floor as if in a trance.

"What happened? Are you fine, Sheharzaad?" Hannan asked, his voice full of worry.

"Money. I need money or she will die,"

"Amna?" he asked and she nodded.

"How much?"

"5 million,"

"What?! And by when?"

"Next...next week. Or I'll loose her,"

"What? 5 million? By next week?" He asked, astonished.

"Tell me, Hannan. Tell me. What should I do? Please help me, Hannan," she cried out, looking at him hopefully.

Hannan contemplated for a while when an idea hit him.

"I have a solution,"

"What is it?"

"Ask for a loan from the company. I know it's been not even a month since you joined but tell the authorities about your situation,"

"I will do it today, rather now,"

"Wait," he said after a moment of contemplation, "ask the CEO directly,"

"Directly? Why?"

"It would take some time to process your application and you won't be able to get money by next week so ask him directly,"

Hannan was making sense. Who will give such a big amount to an employee who has just joined the company.

"Will he agree?"

"Don't know but maybe yes,"

"Ok, I'll go now,"

"He is out of the building yet. I'll inform you when he would come back,"

"Ok, thanks,"

"Don't worry. My boss is calling me, I gotta go,"

He stood up to leave when Sheharzaad stopped him, "Thanks, Hannan,"

He passed her a smile. "Mention not," with that he left her office.

............

After a two hours meeting, Shehryaar atlast came back to his office when his secretary entered the office.

"Sir, a parcel came for you today in your absence," She informed.

"Bring it," he said, while going through some papers when she entered again and handed it over to him. Her fingers intentionally touching his in the process that made her heart skipped a beat.

She had had a mad crush on her boss.

"Fine, go," he ordered without looking at her.

She felt dejected, he didn't even give her a glance but that other night he was so passionate in the bed.

After he was done with his work, he proceed to go through the parcel. He opened it and came across a note

I was afraid to come infront you but I am the sole witness of that night. Sheharzaad is at fault.  Rafay's phone is inside the box. You can read the text messages she sent him. I'm sending you this because Rafay was a great friend of mine. The last time I saw him was when he got these texts from her and he had left for the company. I was also along with him. I was in his office when Sheharzaad was seducing him in her office. Rafay had left his phone in his office so that is why I took his phone with me. I don't want to reveal my identity because I saw your men carrying his body away that night and that Sheharzaad is a bitch. A slut.

He frowned after reading the note and then opened the box to find a phone there. He switched it on and it was unlocked already. He went into his SMS section only to get more surprised.

There was a text message from Sheharzaad.

'Come to my office at sharp 11:30. I want you to fuck me, Rafay. I like you. I will loose my virginity to you. Please take me'

Your Sheharzaad

Only to confirm it was Rafay's phone and that message was sent by Sheharzaad herself, he did all the investigations and it came out to be his phone. And the text was sent by Sheharzaad's phone as well. So that meant, Rafay  wasn't lying when he was dying.

Sheharzaad did invite him to her.

On the cue, the door opened. He looked up only to find her standing there.

What a great surprise

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