Chapter 149: In his captivity

Chapter 150. In His Captivity

One step.

Then another step.

And then another.

He came close as he entered inside, before closing the door.

His grey eyes moved around the room as he observed everything from the bed to the sofa

set, curtained windows, and other doors within the room.

Empty.

The room was empty.

She wasn't here.

He retrieved his phone, dialed a number, and placed it to his ear while looking around the

room.

The call was received almost immediately, and it was then his eyes grasped a minute detail

he missed earlier.

His eyes narrowed as he spoke on the phone, "Where is Sheharzaad?"

"Sir, she was in her room," the man from the other side of the phone responded

"You left her in the room?"

"yes sir,"

She is not here."

"No. I will personally check the recordings," he said and turned around, opened the door,

and his footsteps retreated as the room became empty again.

Slowly, her small cowering form appeared behind the sofa as she shakily stood up. Her eyes

cursorily ran around and found the room empty.

Sweat gathered around her temples.

She was defying him.

She was still outrunning him.

Despite going through that mental torture, she wasn't accepting his command of selling her

body to him. Yet the way her body was quivering now was unparalleled. Her reaction and

her feelings were very different from her old self.

She would fear him. Yes.

But that much as she was fearing now? No. It was just a big no.

Sheharzaad was clueless now as to what to do.

Should she run away?

The thought alone brought loads of memories to her mind that made her chest constrict

with pain.

She was caged and cornered, unable to find a solution.

She couldn't run.

So, what should she do?

She had no idea.

She took a few steps towards the wide-opened door as the idea of hiding in this palace-like

mansion hit her. She must have taken a few steps, and as she completely turned towards the

door, her eyes jutted out of her sockets upon finding him standing there, his back towards

her.

Horror slowly sprawled across her face as her mind couldn't digest the picture.

"Trying to escape again, are we?" he said while turning around.

She was caught.

Slowly, her steps began to retreat, yet he didn't move an inch but just stared at her. His

sharp gaze followed her retreating steps.

His eyes noticed her terror-filled face, as if she had seen a ghost. Her body was shaking like

a leaf. She looked close to having a panic attack.

"You're really testing my patience here." His cold, sharp eyes looked into her scared eyes.

His brain was stuck at this point.

She was still defying him?

She was still not accepting his command?

Still...

Despite what he made her go through.

Her hiding away from him despite his command to wait for him made one thing clear to

him.

Her spirit.

He couldn't kill it.

Nobody could.

Just like nobody could tame that wild spirit of his mother.

To break that spirit, to make her give herself completely to him with her own hands, he

made her go through that.

Yet still, she stood there. Still plotting ways of escaping from him.

He was now able to understand why that sixth sense in him always saw a reflection of his

mother in her.

Why his eyes always saw a Jaha Ara in her.

He never had forced a woman for consent. She was the first one. He could have taken her

long ago. Yet it became a matter of ego for him. He wanted her to say a yes to him. Her,

herself. But he was now able to gauge that he still didn't have that yes. That consent.

Yes, she was obedient. Fearful. Her mind at his beck and call. But that consent... no. He

couldn't elicit it from her.

Even the mental torture couldn't change that part of her.

As he came to the realization, his expression changed and grew darker. His face became

hard.

He stepped closer as Sheharzaad stared at him with widened eyes. She was aware of his

intention.

The reason he was advancing towards her.

He came closer.

Closer.

And closer.

Not even stopping for a second to change his mind, to have mercy on the poor soul, to see

the plea, the beg in her eyes. His eyes didn't even blink, his hands unbuttoning the first few

buttons of his shirt, his eyes totally fixed on hers.

When he was just a few steps away, she began to shake like a leaf. No words were coming

out of her mouth. She was shaking her head left and right, her body rocking with shivers

and goosebumps, while her eyes were fixed on him as if she was witnessing a demon

coming towards her.

Sheharzaad’s back hit the cold wall behind her, the last few inches of space between them

dwindling as he closed in, step by measured step. Her breaths were shallow, coming in

panicked gasps that seemed to fill the room with palpable tension.

He stopped just inches away, his gaze piercing through her. His eyes held none of the

humanity she was desperately searching for. He tilted his head, his voice laced with dark

amusement as he finally spoke.

"Seriously, Sheharzaad?" he murmured, his voice hard and taunting, as though savoring her

terror. "After all this time, you’re still trying to escape me?"

She shuddered, averting her gaze, feeling his words dig into her psyche. She wanted to

shrink back, to disappear, but there was nowhere left to retreat.

"Do you think there’s anywhere you can hide where I won’t find you?" he whispered,

leaning in closer. "Wherever you run, I’ll capture you again." His voice was a low, dangerous

murmur.

"I told you before, didn’t I? You now belong to me, little lady." He said as he pinned her

hands on the wall above her head with one hand, towering over her with an imposing

presence.