Chapter 116: My Fiancee

Sheharzaad looked at him as soon as the driver announced it. For a moment, she thought he

would marry her forcefully here, especially after learning about her recent attempt to

escape.

Shehryaar held her hand and said, "Let's go," but she didn’t move.

Noticing her hesitation, he shifted his attention to her and saw her face pale, her eyes

immersed in deep thought.

He snapped his fingers to bring her out of her trance. She blinked and looked at him.

"Let's go, Sheharzaad. My family is waiting for us," he said, confirming her suspicion further.

Maybe he would force her to marry him, and his family would support him in this decision.

After all, he couldn’t let go of her escape attempt so easily. Not just that— instead of

punishing her, he had brought her to his home and now wanted her to meet his family.

Something felt fishy. It seemed he had ulterior motives, more than just introducing her to

his family. Her suspicion kept her rooted in the car. She would rather stay inside than follow

him and be forced into marriage.

On the other hand, a slightly more sane part of her brain told her she might be overthinking.

Maybe he really did just want her to meet his family. Perhaps he wasn’t planning to force

her into marriage. Yet, she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t punishing her for what she

had done.

"Shehryaar," she whispered in her dry voice. She felt as if all the liquid inside her had

evaporated due to the fear she felt around him. Her face was turning hot—hotter than usual

—and her lips were dry as if she hadn’t drunk water for centuries. Yet, she didn’t feel like

drinking water. The fear was playing its role, sinking its claws into her skin, heart, and

brain, paralyzing her.

"What?"

"Are you... are you... I mean, are you... like... why are we here?"

"For you to meet my family."

"Is there... anything else?"

"Anything else?" He turned towards her with an arched brow.

"Uh... I mean... anything else... are you planning to force me into a marriage?" She blurted out

the thought that had been haunting her mind. For a moment, she closed her eyes, expecting

him to be angry. Instead, she heard his chuckle, which made her open her eyes and look at

him.

The next second, his hand slid behind her neck, pulling her forward as his lips crashed

against hers. Tilting her head, he moved his lips passionately yet hungrily against hers. They

only separated when she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

She breathed heavily, gulping in large amounts of air.

"No. I am not here to force you into marrying me. For now," he replied, cleaning her lips.

"Be on your best behavior," he warned, his words whispered curtly in her ear as they

headed toward the dining room. Sheharzaad could already hear voices—people conversing

—sounding like a family.

She followed him until he suddenly stopped at the doorstep of the dining room,

eavesdropping. She too could hear the ongoing conversation.

"Geez, I want to inform you all of something," Sheharzaad immediately recognized the voice.

It was Haseeb. She had met him at the office.

"What is it?" The voice belonged to his sister, Dua. She remembered both of them from the

day they came to the office.

"Want something in return," Haseeb demanded.

"Yeah... I have ten rupees; you can take them. Now spill the beans, Haseeb," Dua retorted.

"Gosh... you could have just said you wanted money, Dua," Haseeb retorted back, and for a

moment, Sheharzaad laughed a little.

He had good comebacks.

"Asshole," Dua cursed loudly.

"Oh my God, Dua! OMG! What kind of language are you using with me?" Haseeb said

dramatically, acting as though he had never cursed in his entire life.

"What? Why are you all looking at me like that? I learned this from Haseeb!" Dua defended

herself.

"Haseeb, what kind of language are you teaching her?" an elderly lady’s voice asked.

"No, Dadi! She is lying!"

"No, Dadi! He is lying!"

(Grandma)

"She is lying!"

"He is lying!"

"She is lyi—"

"Oufff, cut the crap, Haseeb, and spill the news," another voice interjected.

"Okay, okay! So, the news is that Shehryaar bhai is coming—"

"Stupid, we already know that," Dua said.

"Let me complete, weirdo."

"Oh, okay, okay, go on."

"Say it, Haseeb beta," another voice said, making Sheharzaad wonder how many people

were there.

Did he have such a big family?

Then why was he like this?

Were they unaware of his activities?

Were they unaware of how he had caged a girl?

They exuded warmth, appearing like a normal family.

Then what was his case?

Would they understand her if she presented her situation to his elders?

Would they help her out?

Questions began to pop up in her head, along with a glimmer of hope.

"Shehryaar bhai is coming along with a girl," Haseeb announced excitedly.

"Girl?!"

"Girl?"

"Girl?"

"Which girl?!"

Their voices held a certain excitement. Shehryaar with a girl? It was new to the family. And

he might introduce that girl to the family? It was more odd. A lot of girls entered his life. And

left. They were mere mistresses. And he never brought a girl to meet his family. It was

something very odd and new. This news made everyone exhilarated.

"Ohhhoo, calm down, everyone. She’s his secretary. But please don’t tell him I gave you this

useful piece of information," Haseeb pleaded, "or he might beat me to death. You knkw how

scary he is,"

That was when Shehryaar held her hand and entered the room.

"How do you know, Haseeb?" Shehryaar asked as they walked in, his grey eyes landing

directly on Haseeb, whose eyes widened as he stood up.

Haseeb knew Shehryaar wasn’t someone to mess with. Irtaza might have been, but not him.

Everyone’s eyes shifted to Shehryaar and the girl standing just behind him.

"This is Sheharzaad, my fiancée," Shehryaar announced, answering their questioning stares.