Chapter 9: Chapter 9

"It is as simple as that, Sheharzaad. You were on my mind and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed. Unknowingly you have became a new obsession of mine and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution to that. You in my bed," he said straightforwardly.

Anger condensed in her heart. In a fit of fury she spoke, "you are nothing but a bastard, Shehryaar!" she bellowed.

"That I am," he said and stood up from his position. Her heart skipped a beat.

He began to come closer towards her. And her brain registered the grave error it had done again.

"And you know what I do with one who run their mouth on me?" he questioned, stepping closer and she felt as if the death was approaching her. Anger and fear were two alternate emotions she felt under his presence. She was a hot head by nature but this emotion of fear was something she discovered in herself upon meeting him. He had made her introduce to new heights of her fear that she never experienced.

"I simply cut their tongues or either have them cutting their own tongue. So which one do you like more?"

She felt her throat constricting with fear. What he did moments ago made her realized he won't hesitate to do so.

As he was coming closer, she stood up from her chair. Her eyes inspecting his form as to confirm that he wasn't carrying any gun or knife.

"No, don't come close to me," her panicked voice tried to threaten him but he kept on walking towards her until he had her against the wall.

She was trembling and trying to hide herself within the wall but he was standing too close to her that their breaths were mingling and his arms had encaged her from both the sides.

"Look at me," he spoke in a hushed tones but she turned her head away. She was going through that trauma again.

"Shh, come on look at me," he purred near her ear but she only whimpered closing her eyes tightly. Life leaving her legs making her fell but he quickly had her pinned against the wall through his knee.

"Look at me, Sheharzaad," his voice this time around was stern but again low and hushed.

She snapped her grey eyes open and looked at him.

"Do you want the money, right?" he asked, while raising his brows and digging his fingers in her cheeks that made her lips pucker out.

She couldn't answer. Her brain had locked itself unable to produce a response.

He looked at the wall then at her as he asked again, "do you want the money or not?" his eyes demanding her to answer.

Her tongue had went dry and she was unable to speak so she gave him a small nod as a hiccup was struck within her throat.

"Then open your legs for me. I'll give you money as much as you want," he declared.

She shook her head in a no. Her eyes depicted her helplessness.

"And don't forget, I want your answer by tonight. Make sure your answer must be yes," he whispered the last part near her ear making her throat clog.

She shook her head. Her crystal eyes looked at his devilish orbs. Her eyes conveyed her answer, denying him to touch her yet his eyes sent her the threat, reminding her he could do more than what he had just done.

Gathering her strength, she pushed him with all her might and ran out of his office while he stared at her retreating back.

.......

The hiccups shook her whole form as soon as she entered her cabin. She slid against the door and began to cry her heart out She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to think about his offer. She didn't want to think about her friend's health. She didn't want to think the time that was left to give him the answer. She didn't want to think about anything but her brain was flashing all the scenarios in her mind crushing her heart into pieces. She was heartbroken. Disheveled. Vulnerable.

She just wanted to run away. Far, far away from everything. Rather she wished death for herself. She wished she could sell her organ so she could get the money she needed.

She recalled how she was dying to get a job from this company but what just happened with her, here in this building sparked only the desire to run away from here and never come back. But her hands were tied. She needed money. She was in a dire need of money. And that too within two days. Her life had never been so difficult as it was now. She couldn't even tell Amna about her predicament because that would stress her way too much.

Getting up, she went to her seat and cleared her tears with the handkerchief. She needed to stop crying. Tears won't lead her anywhere.

Yet she needed a shoulder to shed a tear or two. She needed to let it all out. She needed someone to whisper soft words in her ear. She needed someone to give her hope.

On the cue, Hannan entered her office and he frowned as soon as he entered.

"What happened? Why your face is blotched?"

Her eyes moved up. She passed her a smile but it broke in the middle and she didn't know how and when she begin to sob. He rushed towards her and shook her shoulders.

"What happened? Sheharzaad? What happened?!"

"Please don't ask me this," she cried, "I can't tell,"

"Oh my god, zaad. What happened to you? Please don't cry. I'm here. I'm here to console you. Don't worry. Everything would get better and fine. Don't worry," he pleaded while pouring a glass of water for her and handing it over her. She refused but he insisted so she gulped the water.

"Don't cry. You're such a strong girl," he tried to bring her morale up, "and there is no need to get depressed and worried. I'm here for you,"

"Thank you. Thank you so much," Listening such encouraging words from him, she engulfed him in a hug, taking him by surprise.

Hannan consoled her as she cried on his shoulder. Once she was done with releasing all the tears she had stored, Hannan forced her to have a cup of coffee with him in a nearby cafe. He kept on throwing jokes to reduce her soar mood and for a moment she did forget everything.

He took her leave and dropped her office as she still had some work left. Once she was done with her job, she opened her phone to find numerous text from Ahmed who was asking about money. He told he could arrange some money and still a huge amount was left then there was a message from doctor who had sent her a report, saying Amna's situation was critical. The treatment needs to start now or within a week or she will die.

Her heart pierced when her eyes ran through that message again.

'she can die any second if the treatment does not begin now'

She put down her phone and began to count on her options yet only one option was making its ugly face come out on the surface.

No bank was giving loan, even if she considers the money Ahmed arranged then still a significant amount was left. No friend of her was so rich as to give her a huge amount. Rather she had only Amna as a friend.

She threaded her fingers in her locks trying to make a way out but nothing came. Her mind was blank. Only one option was left. Just one.

It was a do or die for her.

Do or die.

And she decided to die.

Standing up on her shaking legs, she walked to his office. She would die so her other half could live.

One has to give sacrifices to get something. So she gave the sacrifice of her body and soul to save the body and soul of her friend.

She entered his office and found him indulge in his work. Just like everytime.. Noticing her presence, he looked up at him. His eyes keenly observing her.

She was ready to become a lifeless corpse. She was ready to give him her chastity that she had protected throughout. She was ready.

With a broken heart but with a determined look, she matched his grey eyes with hers.

"I agree," she uttered and oblivious to her a tear escaped her left eye.