Chapter 146: Dilemma

He was aware that she was enchanting him without realizing it, unwittingly building a spell

around him that had ensnared his father and brother. But he was a step ahead of his father

in this case, fully aware of the obsession taking root within him.

He acknowledged he was becoming obsessed with her, and the end of this obsession would

ruin him if he didn't control her, did not shape her into a woman he exactly desired. She

would be his creation, reflecting his ideals. He wanted her completely deprived of any sort

of freedom she could have, so she would always be in his grasp, unable to resist.

He made the consequences severe to an extent that the mere thought of stepping out of

boundaries alone would shake her to the core. But this was Sheharzaad. Any other woman

would have surrendered to his conditions, accepted whatever he chose to give her.

Had it been someone else, the thought of the line set by him would never have crossed her

mind. Settled with that, no matter if death lay in front of her.

Yet she didn’t.

She stumbled, fell, bruised herself, then rose again and again, defying his restrictions every

time. And he liked it; rather, he was intrigued.

But as much as he liked it, he wanted her to bend according to his whim, so he kept on

bestowing upon her his ultimate punishments to ensure she wouldn’t dare to step out the

next time. And one day, she slapped him, in his own home, for a reason he had never

expected in his life.

She slapped him hard.

Why?

Only because he tried nearing her. The sharp sting of her slap sent a jolt through his face.

His heart raced, not from the shock or pain but from the defiance, the raw, untamed

resistance she carried within her. The heat of her anger was intoxicating, yet he found

himself drawn towards it.

Yet it didn’t anger him.

Rather, it strengthened his resolve to marry her. No one had ever slapped him, let alone for

this reason. That slap was a turning point, a moment of realization for him. His ego came in

between, and he became hell-bent on getting her.

She became an interesting challenge to him. To be completely assured that she could be his

perfect wife, despite his heart pushing him to bring her into his house as the woman of his

life, his mind compelled him to make her go through another test.

By testing her loyalty with her friend Amna by setting the trap of Ahmed. By placing forth a

contract that would give her a hefty amount of money that would turn over her life. By

testing her obedience for him. She passed the tests he planned for her, yet failed to obey

him.

And he came to know one more thing about her.

Her emotional attachment.

She always got quickly attached to anyone who would offer a helping hand. Probably, this

was the reason she disobeyed him, denied his orders, and went out with Ahmed, only

because he might have once helped her.

Through that, he came to know of her weak area. She was one disobedient, stubborn,

resistant piece, and at times, she carried no fear of consequences when it came to those who

were associated with her.

An open book, she was.

That was why he made her wear his ring, despite being aware that she was working with

the intelligence agencies against him. And he let her play with his subtle warnings that she

had completely ignored. He could feel the weight of the ring on his finger, a constant

reminder of his claim on her. He had to see her closer.

The brushing of her skin against his sent a shiver down his spine. His fingers ached to feel

the trail she left behind, leaving him wanting more.

But he controlled himself. He had to.

But he came to know something that was an eye-opener for him.

Hannan.

She was involved with him. It was just a suspicion, but noticing how she was defending

Hannan in front of him, it unsettled him. His uneasiness increased when he saw that video

and realized what exactly had been happening. It was at that moment he shut all the voices

of his heart that had been urging him to give her chances, one after another. Because if it

had been any other woman, he would have dismissed her long ago.

Even then, his heart tried to reason, but he completely shut those voices, leaving her at the

mercy of the whispers of his mind. His mind, which had gotten obsessed with her like that of

a dg. His heart whispered that she was more than just an object of conquest. A vulnerable

part of him reminded him of the woman she could be, but the darkness buried inside him

shoved the thought away.

And then he had decided, she was not going to be his wife.

No. He would never make a woman his wife who had allowed another man to breathe the

same air as her, despite being engaged to him. But he still wanted her. And if she thought

her defiance would go unpunished, then she was wrong. There would be no escape, and he

would make sure of that. Slowly, methodically; she would have no choice but to submit to

his commands.

Now, not as his wife. But as his mistress. He was quite done waiting. She had no choice left

but to submit. She was touched… There was going to be no compromise on that. While his

eyes were running over the page placed in front of him, observing the content written

inside it, the brutalities laid within it were haunting for her, yet satisfying for him.

The thought of her resistance fueled the flame he carried within himself, a flame that could

only be diminished by taking complete possession. He had reached a decision. He still

couldn’t understand why he did that.

Why he felt this way? He was clueless.