Chapter 125: Do Your Worst

There was no holding back this time. She would bring those words on her lips that were

restricted to her mind to this day. She had already fallen in that pit which she had been

fearing so now it was no holding back. She would release all the rage that had been

accumulated in her heart. All those moments where she wanted to express her disdain, but

she didn't say anything out of fear. It was,'t like the fear was not there anymore. It was. But

now she knew that he was aware of her intentions. So she did not see any benefit in still

keeping her mouth shut. "And you know what? I curse you, your family, and the who

brought up a bastard like y-" she spated back but her face swung to left as he slapped her

tightly on her cheek. She cried out, breaking in a fit of sobs.

"You will curse me more, Sheharzaad if you didn't tell me what relation you had with him,"

he said in a low rumble.

She looked back and jeered at him. "He is not a bastard like you!" She screamed.

"Oh? Really? Shall I show you my real bastardness so you know who the fuck you are talking

to?" He gritted his teeth.

"Do your worst!"

And the next second, her hair were grasped in a vice like grip as he bobbed her head up.

Boring his eyes in hers, he held her cheeks puckering out her lips. He dropped his voice

octaves down as he spoke, "do you really want to do ny worst, Sheharzaad? If yes, then

there would be no stopping. I will fuck you up so bad. Not just you but each person who is

associated with you. I will make them bury your graves with your own hands. And it still

won't be the worst I would deliver to you. So tell me, do you really want to do my worst?"

His voice wasn't above a whisper. But his whisoer and his eyes delivered the threat. And

Sheharzaad didn't miss it.

"Tell me, Sheharzaad?"

She slowly shook her head. Tears cascading down her cheeks. "No," she whispered.

Shehryaar pulled away from her.

"So tell me how is he related to you?"

"I won't," her sentence started in a whisper of sob, making her realize that her fear was

again controlling her and this was enough for her to break the dam and pull out the anger

that she had felt all the way on letting herself of being under someone's control, "I won't! I

won't! I won't! she suddenly screamed, "I won't obey you! I won't submit to you! I'm not

answerable to you! I'm a person of my own and I will do what I want. I will have as many

relations as I can and you can't control me on that. I will be with as many men as I want. If

I'm a prostitute or not, then it's not your concern. It is my life. My life and you have no right

on it. It is you who is no one to me! You! You! you!" she was going livid by now, her face had

turned red by the way she was screaming, droplets of her spit was propelling out of her

mouth. These words were what she had always felt but she couldn't utter it to him out of

fear. And then she would curse herself for being controlled by him to such a level. It had

been killing her slowly. It had been aggravating her since so long. Challenging the

Sheharzaad that once existed within her. Every night the tears would fall out of her eyes,

first, because of his atrocities, his fear, fear of seeing him in the coming morning and second,

out of realizations and wondering that where she had lost her self. In this chaotic mess of

her life, where that Sheharzaad had gone who always stood for the right, always said what

she felt, called out wrong. Where she had gone? It was slowly killing her.

"I will do whatever I want! Do you get me, Shehryaar Haider?!" Despite being bound in

chains, at the receiving end of his wrath, at a complete state of mercy, she felt elated of

those words she had atlast uttered out. That had been struck in her brain since so long.

Now, if he would even kill her, she would die happily.

Once she was done, she found his deep intense eyes staring at her and then slowly

something in his eyes twitched.

Challenge

He was again taking her as a challenge.

He didn't say anything. She saw him closing his eyes momentarily and sucked in a sharp

breath. Upon opening his eyes back, the cold expression that was flowing in those grey orbs

was enough to dwindle her resolute as the fear surfaced up.

Menacing

He appeared to be the epitome of it in that moment.

He came closer to her and her heart began to pound in her chest but she hardened her face

further to eliminate any sort of elements of hear on her face. Nearing his face to her, he

brushed his lips with hers but she pulled her face away. In the next second, her locks were

grasped as his fingers had threaded her hair before he began to rub his lips on her, "this is

not how you talk with your owner, Sheharzaad," he murmured against her lips and

connected his with hers for a brief moment, "my woman, whose woman are you?" he again

whispered against her lips.

"I don't belong t-" her words were drunk in as again he kissed her.

She began to drastically shake her head so his hold on her locks would dwindle and he

would stop kissing her. She spitted at his face, "Go to hell!" Her eyes saw stars when he

slapped her again and this time he didn't hold back his force. Straightening up, he held her

cheeks and made her look at him.

"You do that again, I will not just cut your tongue," he threatened.

"Do your worst!" She tried to spit at him again.