Chapter 132: Breaking her

"Save me, Sheharzaad. Please!" Hannan pleaded.

"Fire the bullet, Sheharzaad," he whispered near her ear.

"Why..." she gulped, "why are you doing this?"

At this, his head turned towards her, and she too looked at him with sweaty eyes. Her soul

was shaking at this point.

His eyes flickered to her lips that were so close to his. Breaths apart.

"Because you allowed him to touch what's mine. Because you allowed him to get closer to

you when you solely belonged to me. Because you were in an affair with him while engaged

to me," he uttered and captured her lips in a brief kiss. She felt as if the incident of working

with Khaleda was long forgotten from his mind and now he just wanted to punish her for

getting close with Hannan. The situation was complicated. If she told the truth that Hannan

approached her and she never passed him any sort of signals, it would lead all the garb on

him, and if she lied that they were never involved, which was partially true, then he had all

the proofs, or if she said, as she just uttered, that it was her approaching him, then she felt

he already had planned something for her in this regard. She was cornered in all ways.

Sheharzaad never realized when her finger on the trigger was forced back, pulling the

trigger, the gun recoiling, and the bullet releasing from the nozzle, traveling all the way to

Hannan's body.

Sheharzaad couldn't even move her head to the left to see the havoc her finger had created.

Her hand which held the gun was still struck in the air, and so were her eyes, captivated by

his, not moving an inch. Her lips that were subjected to a kiss had begun shivering, and her

teeth began to clatter.

"Boom," Shehryaar emphasized, widening his eyes, "and you killed him," he snickered,

staring intensely in her eyes, and then slowly a smile made its way to his lips. A smile that

never reached his eyes. And he broke into a fit of laughter. Almost like a maniac. As if taking

a human life was no deal for him, as if it was calming him.

"Take his body away," Shehryaar barked orders, and immediately his men came and took

his dead body away. She didn't turn around to check him. She didn't have the courage.

"You know who killed her?" he pointed towards Khaleda, but her eyes were struck, not

looking anywhere, yet her ears were able to decipher everything.

"And you know who killed him?" he asked again, near her ear, but no response from her

side, and he wasn't expecting one either.

"These hands have blood now, Sheharzaad. As bloodied as mine," Bringing his lips closer to

her ear, he whispered so the words would sink in. Deep and deeper.

'Hannan's dead.'

The voice said in her ears.

'You killed him.'

Another voice said when her eyes landed on Khaleda's dead body hanging there.

'You killed her too.'

Her heart beat escalated and the gun from her hands dropped as she looked at her own

hands. She could see blood spots on them.

Her hands were bloodied.

"I didn't kill him," she said more to herself while he straightened up and came in front of

her, "no... he didn't die... no, I didn't kill him," her eyes shot up to Khaleda, "I didn't kill her,"

she immediately looked away from her dead body, "I didn't kill anyone."

Her face depicted the trauma, the mental torture she experienced in the last week over here,

in this jail. Tied and alone.

"You killed her," she looked at Shehryaar while her hands were shivering as she held them

up. One eye down from his face to her hands again, and she was still able to see blood on

them.

"You killed him. I didn't kill anyone."

"No. I didn't," he replied, "it was you, Sheharzaad."

"Why would I kill someone as lowly as her?" he asked, bending a little so his eyes were

parallel with hers, "do you think she was the first spy installed around me? So why did I

specifically choose to kill her?"

With every word, her heart was skipping a beat.

"And why would I kill one of my company's employees, Sheharzaad? Hmn?"

She was tongue-tied. Not able to generate any response, yet his words had begun to make

sense in her mind.

"Because you failed to understand that you," he pointed his fingers towards her and his eyes

widened, emphasizing his point, "belong to Shehryaar Haider Syed."

"You failed to understand that any man around you would land himself in hell and you into

a deeper hell," he kept on talking while boring his eyes into hers, "you failed to understand

that your strings are in my hands. That you are mine. Mine, Sheharzaad."

"So it was never me who killed them. It was you. I had no reasons to kill them. You let them

come close to you beyond the limit that I have set forth for you, and their fate was sealed,"

he told, hitching her breath, his words playing with her mind. "You know, Sheharzaad," he

tried tucking a stray strand of hair, but she flinched and turned her face away, "this is just

your mind trapping you to think of you being still an independent being while in reality, you

are nothing but a possession of mine. Hannan's death should remain as a reminder to you

for the rest of your life of your owner, and of the consequences," he was saying in a low

whispery tone as if a demon would whisper in someone's ears to carve the words in, "as

your consequences, your deeper hell has just begun, my darling," he came near to her ear,

"and by the end of it, you will just remember one name."

He straightened up, poking his tongue on his inner cheek and inhaling a sharp breath.

Giving her a last look, he began to walk away when her words hit his ears, "I don't belong to

you." It wasn't above a faint, fearful whisper, but he heard it.

Her voice still held remnants of determination.

And now he was hell-bent on breaking it.