Chapter 109: The Search For Clue

It was the third day of her going to the office, and she had decided to thoroughly search his

office today. She was determined to find a clue, anything strong enough to put Shehryaar

behind bars. Despite the fear she felt, she mustered the courage to search for evidence. The

door was locked, but she had noticed the passcode he would enter on the locking device.

With trembling fingers and cautious eyes, she entered the passcode and turned the knob.

Her heart was pounding, feeling as if it would burst out of her chest. With shaky hands, she

unlocked the door. It clicked open.

Closing the door behind her and locking it, the first thing that hit her nostrils was his

cologne, lingering around the office. It reminded her of him, and a shiver ran down her

spine. It felt as though he was still very close, his sharp grey eyes keenly observing her. Just

the thought made her want to run, but she quickly brushed it aside and focused on the task.

If she succeeded, she would finally gain her freedom.

She didn't realize her legs were trembling. She tried to calm herself down and forced herself

to move forward, cold sweat trickling down her back. Her hands were shaking badly. She

turned on the lights, illuminating the darkened office. She had to stay calm and composed,

reminding herself to focus on finding the proof.

Touching his things when he wasn't around felt illegal and terrifying. Her eyes fixed on his

black swivel chair as she circled the desk. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened

them again, and quietly murmured "Bismillah" before starting to search the drawers,

whispering prayers.

She was incredibly careful. She had never been so cautious, not even when solving multiple-

choice questions for her entrance exams. She had never imagined her life would lead her to

this point, to this twist of fate. Carefully, she placed everything back in the exact order she

found it, knowing how sharp his memory was. If he noticed anything out of place, he would

become suspicious. She couldn't afford any mistakes, not now, not after coming this far. She

read through each file but didn’t find what she was looking for.

Shehryaar had OCD. She had realized this by now. Because his office was clean. Squeaky

clean. No speck of dust was visible. No spot. The files were arranged in order. His books. He

was organized. And she was opposite of him. If someone were to search through her office,

like she was searching Shehryaar's, they would call her dirty. Well, she was organized. But

was nowhere near to Shehryaar in organizing.

More than an hour had passed, as she was moving slowly to avoid leaving any trace. Her

chest felt heavy, frustration creeping in as she still hadn’t found the file. The clock was

ticking, and fear gnawed at her, wondering what would happen if he came back and found

her here. That would be death of her. Shehryaar would kill her in a blink. And this thought

alone terrified her. She imagined herself in such a situation for a moment where Shehryaar

was standing infront of her, and he had caught her. A series of goosebumps emerged on her

skin. Her heart beat skipped. And her breaths became rapid. She shook her head off and

continued her search but still all her efforts were futile.

She closed her eyes in defeat, and when she opened them, her gaze landed on a safe.

A memory clicked in her mind—him unlocking the safe the last time she was here.

Immediately, she stood up, entered the code, and opened it, revealing a file. A triumphant

smile spread across her lips. With shaking hands, she took out the file, opened it, and her

eyes widened with a mix of happiness, shock, and fear. She had finally found it—the key to

her freedom, the evidence that would bring him down.

Moving swiftly, she relocked the safe, slipped the file into her purse, gave a quick look

around the office to ensure everything was in order, turned off the lights, and rushed out of

the building, heading straight home. She was beyond happy. At last, she had something that

would help her defeat him.

The house was empty; Amna was out shopping with Ahmed. Relieved, she wrapped the file

in brown paper and sent it to the address Khaleda had given her in response to her message

earlier that week. She silently prayed that everything would go as planned.

Her next instinct was to run away. She asked Hannan to bring the buyer after two days. In

that time, she planned to pack everything, load it onto a truck, and send it to her new flat in

Multan. She had to act quietly and carefully. She couldn’t afford a single moment's delay

once the file reached the authorities. The day she handed over the proof would be the day

she’d disappear, going as far away as possible.

Sitting in her room next to Amna, she stared at her ring. Neither of them spoke; they just

exchanged worried glances. Sheharzaad had just finished explaining the deal she had made

with the authorities. Amna was too stunned to speak. While she was hopeful that they

would finally escape him, the thought of getting caught loomed over them. She had heard

about the power his family held and how no one had yet managed to bring them down.

“Sheharzaad, what if he finds out?” Amna asked, her voice fearful. “I’m so afraid of him.

Afraid for you. He’s too powerful.” Amna's concern was genuine. And Shearzaad had no

answer to that.

“Eventually, he will know, Amna,” Sheharzaad muttered, removing the ring and placing it in

a drawer. She wanted to get rid of the thing that marked her as his. A shiver ran down her

spine. His grey eyes flashed before her, and she quickly grabbed the ring and put it back on.

She decided she would take it off only when she was completely free from him. “We have to

run before he c-catches us,” she said, her voice wavering.

“Can we run now?”

“Just wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day.”