Chapter 152: Speak

Peace.

Peace was nowhere for him within the hospital walls.

He was utterly tense.

Yet the doctor who was there for Dua's case seemed more tense than him due to the sword

of Shehryaar's threat dancing on his head.

A few moments ago, the doctor had told them that nothing could be said about her yet, but

she showed a bit of recovery.

Yet their response still didn't satisfy him.

He knew where to seek his peace. As he left his men and Zaroon there and went back to her.

It wasn't his mansion. He had shifted her to the cell of one of the havelis his family owned in

one of the villages around Islamabad.

The Malakpur Azizal village.

They were the landlords or the nawabs in that village and many more similar to this one,

given the huge number of lands they owned. And he had found it as the best option for her

to be there, that even if she would make an attempt to escape, she wouldn't have been able

to make it far.

Driving for a few hours, he reached the haveli and walked to the room where he had left her.

The servants there told him that she had gained consciousness last night and was served

dinner and was currently sleeping in his room.

Upon entering the room, he found her sleeping there, curled up in a ball.

He wondered how she was sleeping so peacefully at a new place. He was aware that new

places didn't settle well with her. Even in that cell, she barely slept, and last time, when she

was at his mansion, while he had been staring at her sleeping form the whole night, he was

well aware that she wasn't sleeping. He could detect when one was putting up an act and

when one wasn't, and she was absolutely pretending to sleep back then.

He walked inside towards her to look at her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared

at her sleeping form, his eyes wandering over her face. Sitting beside her, he found her face

covered with her brown hair, so he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

He reached out to gently run his hand through her hair, letting the strands slide between his

fingers.

Her little snorts told him that she was in a deep slumber. The air from her nose would puff

some of her hair away from her face. Last night when he had seen her all dolled up, just for

him, his eyes couldn't help but remain on her, and stay remained on her for as long as he

could.

His other hand slowly traced down her face, lightly touching her cheek and then her jawline

before gently resting on her neck.

Shehryaar studied the way she breathed in her sleep, her chest slowly rising and falling.

Fuck... he was hard now. Leaning back, he looked down at her with an unreadable

expression.

She looked no less than an angel.

Beautiful.

Enchanting.

Bewitching.

He whispered to himself, "You're mine, whether you like it or not."

Moving forward a little, he stroked his nose with hers.

"I'm dangerously obsessed with you, little lady," he uttered to her sleeping form. "God

knows where this obsession would lead me to," his throaty voice not above a whisper. "I

don't see a good end to it," he kissed the tip of her nose, "But I can't let you go. Never."

The days he had been away from her, when he wasn't around her, those days were no less

than torture for him. He would make himself drunk to sleep. Not able to give proper

attention to business and other works.

It was then he realized the enormous need and desire he had for her.

Moving away, he went to the washroom to take a shower.

Once he entered the shower, Shehryaar undressed and stood beneath the shower, allowing

the water to soothe his muscles. It had been a long, stressful day, and he needed the shower

to clear his head.

As the water cascaded down his body, his thoughts returned to her. The way her body was

against his, the way she felt beneath him, the way she looked beneath him.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, letting the warm water continue to run

over him. He could feel his body responding to his thoughts of her. He let out a shaky breath

as he tried to calm himself down, but his body had other plans.

He couldn't control his desire anymore, so he turned the cold shower on. The cool water hit

his body, causing his muscles to tense up. It was a stark contrast to the heat he was feeling

inside, but it helped bring him back to his senses.

He focused on the cold sensation of the water, letting it clear his mind and calm his body

down.

When he came out of the walk-in cupboard, all dressed up, his eyes fell on her, who was

sitting on the bed. Upon noticing his presence, her body began to shiver as she shakily stood

up, looking at him with those wide fearful eyes.

He could read in her eyes.

The reason for the anxiety bubbling up within her.

She was thinking... he was here for her again.

Her nervousness was evident as she looked up at him and then down at the floor. He

approached her and her breathing stopped. The fear began to paramount within her as her

face paled. Her hands tightly clutching the scarf draped around her chest. As he took

another step towards her, her balance faltered and she fell back on the mattress.

She was about to sit up when he placed his knee on the bed, followed by his elbow beside

her head, and hovered above her.

Her chest rushed up and down as she stared at him, breathlessly.

Her eyes blinked while she was looking at him, and he got the hint.

"Speak,"