Chapter 129: A slut?

He won't let her go and he had made up his mind for that. he would have discarded her in

the same way as he did with her by leaving her to torment in her own misery but no, his

mind had other plans for Sheharzaad. She wasn't any other girl. She was his want. His

desire. And he won't rest until he would see her in the version he wanted her woman to be.

He won't stop here.

It was a mere beginning.

"You may go," This was what Sheharyaar said and the man scurried away. Then he opened

his phone and played the video.

And what played infront his eyes was bound to remain imprinted in his mind.

Forever!

...

His eyes gave way no emotion as he sat infront her, staring at her with those blank eyes.

Sometimes his jaw would tick, other times he would be calm and then he would tightly fist

his hand. She could feel the wheels spinning in his head. He was thinking about something

deeply. His contemplation wasn't evident through his face yet through his eyes that would

grasp different shades of grey. A darker shade, sadistic shade, a lighter shade, a shade

implicating his lust, then his anger, his desire, and a shade that implicated as if he was her

owner.

And all of those shades just made her heartbeat painfully fast.

She had tried to say something upon his entrance when he placed his finger on his lips,

indicating her not to talk and she didn't dare do that given the number of sins she already

had in her plate.

"Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut," He said and she frowned.

A rage grasping her senses.

What the hell?

What did he mean by that?

He stood up from his position and slowly approached her. His fingers cursorily grazing her

cheeks making her to struggle against the chains that bound her.

"Aren't you one of those, Sheharzaad?" he asked, more like a statement and her wriggling

doubled.

"Who do you think you're?" The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

She felt an immense anger gripping her heart.

It was never her who approached him. It was him. It was also him who exploited her

sexually. And now he was associating these words with her character?

"Isn't this a truth, Sheharzaad?"

"You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes, "and you have always

been wrong. I'm not.... a slut. Don't associate this word with me,"

He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him.

"Do you not see the ring you've been wearing and a man you were almost about to fuck?" he

said and her mouth hung open in surprise.

Was he talking about Hannan?

Did he come to know?

Oh god! No!

It was the moment of realization for her that he came to know about Hannan.

"Does that not make you a slut?"

She shook her head. Her voice suddenly lost. Fear crippling her senses.

"I'm not a slut.... " her voice trailing off.

"Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes.

"You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared, his eyes boring in

hers as he threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her

brutally.

He had never trusted womankind and she was a strong woman. A woman of her own kind

that after all these atrocities she wasn't bowing down to him. And she still dared to outrun

him.

She knew she was an independent being, had her own identity which no one could ever

steal from him. She wasn't someone's mere possession or a belonging that he would do

whatever he wanted to do with her and she won't even resist. And in that moment, a

promise was brewed within her, while his tongue plunged in taking possession of her

mouth, to prove him wrong, to make him chew his own words.

But after knowing the truth he now wanted shatter and break her into pieces only to feed

her into this brain that she was also a whore like every other woman yet the case was, he

would make her believe that she was his whore. Just his.

He pulled back from her lips before looking at her. A moment of silence passed between the

two.

"You think I never knew, Sheharzaad?" He asked, staring deeply in her eyes.

Her eyes widened. She did not what deeds of her was he exactly referring to.

"You think I didn't know whom you were siding with? And your escape plans? You thought

you were in you la la land and not playing some bullshit with a fucking mafia," he stepped

closer to her. His voice depicted of restrained fury. He threaded his finger in her locks and

made her look up, "who the fuck do you think I am? That you dared to fuck with me? Do you

have no idea I can kill you in a flash. Not just you. But I will kill that damn friends of yours.

And then fucking make sure that you skin her body. You think I can't do that? That's why

you dared to play with me?"

Sheharzaad suddenly found her voice loosing all the strength at the mention of Amna. She

was sure that he could implement every word he had just said.

"S-sorry," she whispered, as tears filled her eyes. Her voice was filled with pain given the

pressure he was applying on her locks.

He chuckled as a response. Getting closer to her face, he bored her eyes in his, "now we are

begging? Eh?"

She blinked, trying to drink in her tears.

"Please don't... hurt... hurt her. She is... she is innocent. Believe me. She never knew about my

plans. It was me who planned it. And she... she never knew what was on my mind. She was

scared. And I convinced her to run with me. Trust me. She is innocent,"

"Let me fuck you so you get out of your la la land. Because I have reached my patience. You

are my slut, got that?"