Chapter 128: Tainted

He frowned upon seeing an unknown number sending him a video, when on cue, his phone

began to ring.

"Sir... we've received some reports," the man on the other side of the phone uttered, fear

evident in his voice.

"Regarding what?"

"Regarding... Madam Sheharzaad."

"Come to my office," he said and hung up the call, his sixth sense pointing at something else.

...

"Sir... actually... we have been fearing... bringing up this topic to you," the man at last

gathered the courage to utter the words.

"What is it?"

"Yesterday, one of the men stationed to keep an eye on Ms. Sheharzaad reported this to us...

that... actually Ms. Sheharzaad was in a relationship with another guy."

His jaw ticked as he gulped, trying to refrain the beast taking control over him. It was

surprising that he didn't find it surprising.

'She was a woman after all. All they know is to betray.'

But there was a bother arising within him.

She was tainted...

There was no way to un-taint her now...

All he could do was to refrain her and limit her as much as he could.

He knew his suspicion would never lift from her for the rest of their lives after what he

heard.

There was no going back from it now. It was a dead end for him.

She was his.

And how could she even entertain the thought of another man in her mind?

Had he not broken her enough that no other man would enter her thoughts?

Yet still...

His subordinates were staring at his darkened expression. They were all expecting him to

snap, yet not a single emotion flickered on his face. He continued putting on the mask of

voidness and unaffectedness.

"Who?" he simply asked.

"Sir, he has the details," the man pointed toward another one. Shehryaar pointed his finger

at him, then curled it, ordering him to come closer with a gesture.

"Come forward," he ordered, his words slow, manifesting the subtle hint of his anger.

"Chief," the man came forward with his hands joined.

"Name?" he asked.

"Rehman, chief."

"What did you see, Rehman?" Sheharyaar asked, leaning forward, looking into his eyes,

daring him to lie in any way.

"Sir... we all are aware that she is now your betrothed and a woman belonging to a Syed

cannot belong to anyone else. We all know that she is your woman, and a man raising his

eyes just to look at her, or her looking at a man to notice him, is a grave crime in our world

that no one can save us from the wrath of the chief an—"

"Come to the point," he cut him off. That was true, an unbreakable law. Betrayal with one's

man was a crime, the punishment of which solely depended on that man. And given the

person Shehryaar was, they knew the extent to which he could go. How repugnant and

deadly his punishment could get, especially in matters of betrayal by his woman.

One prime example was her as well.

"I was scared, sire," the man fell to his knees, joining his hands before him, "I was scared to

report this to anyone, fearing my death, sir. I feared you might believe your woman and not

me if I ever reported these occurrences to anyone... you might have received a video... it was

I who sent it to you because I was fearing to come before you directly. That video is the

evidence that whatever I say is the truth, chief."

"Leave us alone," he commanded, and everyone left. For some reason, he didn't want others

to listen to the truth that was surfacing its ugly face.

It was about her.

It was supposed to be private.

"I was her ex-security guard at the main office, sir, but when my commander told me that I

was required to be stationed outside madam's house, I shifted there. I knew the men

around, patrolling and keeping an eye on madam. The backside of the house was solely my

responsibility to keep a check on, and one night I saw a man climbing inside the house. I

thought it might be a thief, so I walked ahead, and in the backyard of that house, I saw

madam with a man... they were... not in... not in the state a woman belonging to you should

be in. I got scared that if I reported it to you, I might get executed for accusing your woman

without any evidence."

"What did you see?" He wanted him to continue. He wanted to know more about the woman

he thought was the most innocent and bewitching thing he had ever come across. He

wanted to taunt the small part of him that was slowly losing itself in her charms, as a

warning never to be bewitched again. Despite trying desperately, despite being cold and

pulling up his inhumanity as much as he could, that small part was what he couldn't control

when he was around her. That barbaric part would force him to touch her to remind her of

the night she had spent with him. Yet again, one look in that gray ocean, the tiny sparkle in

him would bubble up, forcing him to contain himself around her, reprimanding him that she

was innocent. A virgin by her mind.

"Madam and that man... I couldn't see his face because of the darkness around, but as her

face was toward me, I was able to see everything... madam was holding hands with him and

let him kiss her hands... the man tried coming closer to her, but she pushed him away... his

hand was resting around her waist, and they were close... that was what I saw. And I got

really scared after seeing this. Then another night... madam had worn an abaya, coming out

of the back door, and was walking toward a desolate area of the neighborhood. I followed

her to the end, and then she met a man there. I recorded it and sent it to you after gathering

enough courage."

"Do you have anyone to prove that what you say is true apart from this video?"

"There were three men in charge of the backside of her house, and we divided it into three

shifts after getting permission from our commander. At night, it was usually me, but... I do

have another person who was with me on the night when I recorded this video. He and I

both saw madam coming out of the house in an abaya. Not only that, he also noticed another

incident when he was in charge during the night. He told me he saw someone entering her

house from the back door, but he kept it to himself for the same reasons as mine," the man

told truthfully.

He felt his heart clenching, and he couldn't point out any emotion. Myriads were going on

within his mind.

He was enraged, as expected... and a tinge of dejection.

He wasn't expecting that from her.

But above all of these, the most overpowering was his anger.