Chapter 72: Chapter 72

It all happened so fast.

In a flash.

Like a thunder of lightening.

Bullets being fired.

Loud gunshots.

And a pair of grey eyes coming infront her vision.

Her wrist clasped in a callous hand and she was being dragged. She didn't realize when she was in the over speeding car, the metallic gates of haveli opening, she being dragged all the way from the car to their room and on the plush mattress.

The haveli was empty since everybody was at the birthday party.

Her beggings, like music in background, resonated in her ears and those beggings fell deaf on his ears.

"Shehryaar.... no...I wasn't involved in it,"

"Shehryaar no... please don't take me to the cell,"

"Shehryaar.... Dua... told...Shehryaar.... Dua said that you'd be there... please,"

All her beggings were invain.

And his words.

His menacing words.

"My father never caught my mother red handed that is why he is still in his grief but that won't be the case with me, Sheharzaad. I will make each betrayer reach their very end,"

He was shouting.

Going livid.

He saw nothing but red and the way he was dragging her along with him, depicted the anger coursing through his veins. A pulsating vein has probed from his temple manifesting the anger he had inside him.

It was the last nail in the coffin.

Now was the time of release instead of holding back.

The rage, anger, frustration he had been carrying within him was now getting released as he grasped her locks.

The scenes running in his mind where his mother was in that compromised situation with another man who was not his father.

And he saw her and Hannan in the same situation infront his eyes.

His eyes widened in anger, pupils coming out and he grasped her neck. She immediately pried his fingers off her neck and in the process she fell down. She knew he was going to tighten the hold around her slender neck.

He began to take furious steps towards her and she began to slide away from him.

"Please!" She whimpered, joining hands infront him. Her voice box loosing its ability to produce a sound.

Her heart leaped into her throat, wanting to come out of her chest.

The anger and fury on his face, she had never seen it.

His hands.

His hands were shivering with unadulterated rage.

His jaw clenching, unclenching.

Veins protruding out of his neck and temple.

His eyes glaring at him as if he would kill her with his own eyes.

"I...I-"

"With whose permission did you fucking step out of this haveli?"

She just shook her head left and right vigorously.

"With whose fucking permission?!" he shouted, his hand rolling into fist.

"No....no," her lips pouting. She was defenseless. Even her body was not helping her to get out of this ordeal.

"SPEAK!"

She shrieked, dragging herself further back and attached her back to the door.

"Please.... no cell.... please.... don't.... don't chain.. please," she blabbered.

The next second, he grasped her arm in a vice-like grip and made her stand.

Her lower jaw hung open as she tried to say something but couldn't. She was  trembling from inside, shivering bad, stuttering words and clattering teeth, tears rivering down her eyes.

"Please," she sobbed.

"FUCKING SPEAK!"

Her entire being jolted.

"Dua.... Dua... told me.... surprise dinner.... told me...dinner....(sob).... and you... you.... would be (sob) there.... (sob)"

"You've been talking with that bastard," he waved her phone infront her, "on this fucking device," and he threw it across the wall.

She shook her head again.

"No! No!" she waved her hands trying to make him believe, "No!"

"Don't lie," he didn't believe her and she felt his eyes getting darkened with every passing second and so was his hold on her arm.

"Please," she whimpered, her body shivering badly. His eyes showed that he didn't trust her. Not a single word out of her mouth.

"Please listen to me,"

She was so desperate.

"Let's start again," he whispered. A mask coming over his eyes.

He released her arm and slightly pushed her towards the door of the room.

"Close the door," he uttered, his eyes piercing through her and she was able to decipher, he was upto no good.

He only did that to make her aware of the upcoming events.

Inhaling a shaky breath, she turned around and closed the door. Her hands on the knob, shivered. She knew now there was no room for defiance.

"Lock it,"

The intensity of her shivering hands doubled as she turned the lock and slowly she faced him.

He sat back on a sofa while eyeing her from head to toe. . It took everything in her to not to take a step back and run away from his sanctuary. She couldn't decipher whether he was angry or not. His face didn't give way to any emotion.

"Come here," he ordered and with slow shaky steps, she moved towards her.

Her heart pounding badly in her chest.

She couldn't get what was going on in his mind.

"Sheharzaad," he stood infront her, as slowly his hand came and grasp her chin, bobbing her head up.

She flinched as his hold on her chin was unbearingly tight. Immediately, she was stepping back, when he held her arm, daring her to take a step further away from him.

"Where were you?" he questioned.

"With... th-th-the...restaurant...restaurant...lun-ch," she stuttered. His expressions were calm yet his demeanor was screaming danger, making her heart beat erratically in her chest.

So rapid.

So fast.

Making her breath hot and shaky.

Tears began to humidify her eyes as she began to think.... has she done a mistake? The thought was bringing chills down her spine.

"Let go whom you met," his voice dangerously calm.

"What about the permission?"

She gulped, her eyes were opened wide as she slowly shook her head. Her tongue went dry, unable to move.

"They.... she...told.... I c-can go,"

"Since when do you have this much freedom to step out whenever you want," he snarled, in a flash, the hold on her chin turned to a hold on her jaw as she began to whimper loudly.

"They... they told me....I wa-"

"Oh my," she saw him analyzing her dress, "you look beautiful, Sheharzaad," He muttered and she got the hint of what he was referring to. "Why have you not adorned yourself the similar way when I come home?" he whispered near her lips.

His eyes.

They seemed crazy.

"Or this adornment is just for that fucker? Huh?" All her eyes could see that how a vein throbbed near his temple.

She could slowly see a monster taking over him and her breathing got heavier and heavier as if she had been running a marathon. The same monster which she saw a few moments ago.

"I-" she was about to say something when suddenly he flung her to the bed, earning her scream.

"Shhh," he placed a finger on his lips shushing her, "the wedding night is overdue us, Sheharzaad. Maybe if I had tainted your soul with my touch, you wouldn't have dared to fuck me up so bad," he said like a psychopath.

Her eyes widened further when he advanced towards her. She tried to crawl back when he held her throat, evacuating all the oxygen out of her lungs. Her activated instincts were trying desperately to pry his fingers off of her slender neck but he wasn't moving.

"Remove your hand," he ordered, challenging her built-in instincts. And the next second, she retrieved her hand back from his tightened hold and formed a fist. Her mouth was wide open to inhale as much air as she could but the knot around her neck didn't let her. Her hands and legs were flying in air similar to a fish out of water.

"You fucking dare to do that again, Sheharzaad," he snarled, more to himself and she was clueless what he was talking about. He heart rushing to her throat.

When her desperation further increased, he loosened his hold and push her up in a standing position while holding her neck.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

A sob was threatening to escape her throat but nevertheless she placed her hands on his face, progressing her shivering lips towards her and kissed him. Tears floating down her eyes.

The panic and fear which she was feeling couldn't be put up in words.

He was upset with her.

He can cage her in the cell again.

As she tried her best to put up her hundred percent in the kiss so he won't get angrier. Suddenly he pulled back, probing his eyes in her, "not a single fucking tear. Got me? Not a single. fucking, tear," he said and she quickly nodded, cleaning her eyes rapidly as she kissed him again.

The breaking point came as her body began to shake with fear when she felt his hand unzipping her shirt, taking it off of from her shoulders, revealing her back.

Their lips disconnected as he held up her legs, wrapped around her waist and carried her to a wall. All the while he continued to kiss her yet upper body was shaking immensely.

As soon as her back touched the wall, the sobs that were struck in her chest began to release out but she didn't stop what he asked her to do. A flood of memories hit her mind as her trauma was refreshened with an utter and profound intensity.

That night in the office.

That night in the car.

Both mixing together.

Followed by the four months in the cell.

She began to struggle breathing now as her hands formed a fist and banged at his chest.

She began to feel black spots infront her eyes, "Shehryaar....sir," her muffled voice said against her lips, "Shehryaar....sir," she called out again, now almost crying in his hold.

Her senses were slowly loosing control as she felt herself drifting into oblivion while those two nights were playing infront her eyes. She felt herself living in the moment.

Her trauma was well awake now.

"No, please," she began to cry out and placed her hand on her entrance, "no.... don't take ....virginity...my..." she pulled back and stared in her dark eyes with a hazy vision crying out, "shehryaar...sir please," She was shaking badly now

He pressed his lips against her neck and had stopped, letting his lips rest there as he listened to Sheharzaad's pleads.

"No.... please....sir,"

She could recall begging him in the similar way in the back of her mind when he took her at his office.

Black spots were dancing infront her vision and a severe headache hit. She couldn't understand what was happening now.

Had he removed her clothes and entered in her?

Or had he not?

She could not see but just feel herself of being locked in a similar position.

Was he taking off his pants?

Or was he not?

The line between past and present became thinner and thinner, making her unable to differentiate between the two. And she didn't realize when her her head fell against her shoulders, drifting into oblivion.

The shock was so severe and acute that her body was convulsing with shivers as he slowly laid her down on the bed. Her hands were still shaking and tears still rolling down her eyes as her body laid almost lifelessly on the bed.

...

The glass of water was looking so appeasing to her. She didn't focus on anything but just it. The dark cell was in the background now. The chains that had again bounded her limbs tried to gain her focus but her eyes were struck on the glass. She has just recovered from a panic attack when her eyes opened and she found herself in a dark cell again. Different from the previous one but the environment was same, succumbing her, caging her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

He was yet to announce a verdict regarding her fate. When her eyes had opened, she found herself here, locked up in the dark basement. And the man who was there to keep a check on her told her that he will soon make a decision about her.

She knew now she did not have the courage and stamina to go through another round of being locked up in the dark cell.

Her courage had died.

And so was her stamina and will power.

With a dizzy head she stood up, held the glass of water and drunk it before  she threw it against the floor.

Picking up one small piece, she stared at her with her hooded eyes.

It sharp pointed edge inviting her.

And the next second that edge was against her wrist.

And she slitted her wrist.

Blood gushing out of her vein.

Her whole body went cold as she laid on the marble.

Lifeless.

Wishing death to encompass her.