Chapter 12: Nowhere To Go

"Where is she?!"

They frantically searched. I patiently waited and the second my sight was clear, I sprinted towards the backdoor.

A glimpse of expectations arose in me that I was one step near my freedom from this monster. My face glowed, running barefoot with a weak body and barely functioning mind.

"Where do you think you are running away?!" The old guy who was on the call glared at me. Unlike the rest of them, he didn't spare a moment and shot my leg.

"Ahh!!"

ZAVIYAAR SHEIKH

“Oh, you cannot imagine what I can do to you. Why don’t we wait and see in how many ways I could possibly break you?”

Smirking darkly, I used words which could scare her unquestionably. I could sense the degree of her fright and how it would satisfy me when she would beg me for mercy.

“No, no, no, Sir, don't-”

Before she could continue useless whining, I cut the call.

Knowing this action would frighten her more and that was exactly why I did it. Allow her to realize who I am and what I could possibly do.

Putting my phone back, I turned to Hashir who was smirking at me.

“Are you going to see her?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“What am I supposed to do by paying her a visit? Her leg is already shot. It would be only a waste of time.” I muttered, waving my hand in the air.

What could I possibly do with an injured body? It won’t even satisfy me properly.

“Anyways, what is her Father doing?” I asked nonchalantly, leaving for my office after receiving my underground shipments from America.

“He is going to file a missing report. Shall I end him?” Hashir sighed, not sure nor liking where this was leading.

“Of course not, silly, he is an important asset. Let's go and learn something from my acting, understand?” I smirked at his displeased reaction, gesturing to him to relax and indulge in the show.

“Yes.”

After work, I came to her apartment.

“Let’s go.”

“Wait, let me adjust my form a little.”

I put my coat in the car, opened two buttons and rolled my sleeves roughly to show how miserable I look.

Blinking continuously, I forced out some moistness in my eyes, clearing my throat to prepare myself for my upcoming performance.

“You and your habits.” Hashir laughed, standing outside the door so I knocked and came to her place.

“Sir…?”

“Zaviyaar?” Her Father was astounded to find me there, that too, in a messy posture.

“Sir, I am truly sorry. Aalifa shouldn't have done it. I am sorry on her behalf but things got out of hand. Please don't hate her.”

Screaming, I fell on the ground as the other men came and covered my mouth so I wouldn't gain attention and began to drag my body inside.

"Mhm!!"

Uncontrollable blood began to flow from my leg. I was shaken ferociously but the amount of pain shot through my body. I bellowed in inexplicable ache, traumatized at the blood unstoppably from my leg.

"Tsk. What the hell are you guys doing?! Can't you take care of one girl?!" He yelled at them as I was writhing, my body shaking endlessly to perceive how deep it was.

"We are sorry, Akram Bhai."

"I apologize deeply, Boss. We had to shoot her leg, she had passed out- Yeah, it only grazed her. Okay, Boss." He informed that beast.

"What are you doing there now? Take her away and treat it, idiots!"

Tears spilled weakly from my eyes as I heard this Akram guy yelling at the other men before losing consciousness by the amount of blood I had lost.

I didn't know for how long I remained unconscious and the thought of what they would have done to my powerless body petrified me yet surprisingly, I was still in my bloody clothes and dirty form.

They didn't touch me, only bandaged my wound.

"Argh..."

Groaning from the suffering I was bearing, my eyes opened only to find bandages wrapped around my leg but the pain in it was not fading.

"Oh. She is awake. Akram Bhai, inform the Boss." The man who was there to watch me left hastily, letting their Boss know and his mention frightened me.

Shrieking in the throbbing sensation going through my leg, I gradually regained my senses. Growling, I held the sheets to subdue this pain but to no avail.

As I was struggling with my bodily functions, the door flung open and Akram came, giving me a death-stare along with a frightening herald.

"Ay, Boss wants to speak with you."

Those words were enough to scare me. I didn't want to hear his voice.

"W-What?"

Shivering in dread, I shook my head in denial, the merest idea of it made my heart pound abnormally, inducing a strong sensation of fear in me.

"I don't want to... No, no, no, I won't."

Not listening to my pleading, he put it on speaker nonetheless and I was frightened to face his wrath. Gasping inaudibly, tears pricked in my eyes when his low, dangerous resonance came.

"Oh, now you don't want to talk after your pathetic attempt to escape?"

Losing my breaths at his one taunt, I failed to bear my anguish and broke into a sob, "Let me go. I will leave and never return here, I will vanish from your lives, I will forget everything, just, let me go. Return my life to me, Sir."

But, none of my words were effective. He didn't care in the slightest about my pain.

"Darling, why don't you get it? You are there because I want you to be there." He growled, scaring me to no extent.

Why did he 'want' me?

"Please, hold some humanity, don't do this to me." I begged but he scoffed and threatened me openly, horrifying my very soul to perceive what he could do.

"Oh, you cannot imagine what I can and will do to you. Why don't we wait and see in how many ways I could possibly break you?"

Gasping, my body reacted to pain, shaking my head in denial, crying softly but to no avail, "No! no, no, Sir! don't-"

Not listening to my pleas anymore, he cut the call after leaving me petrified in anticipation of how long I had to bear this hell anymore.