Chapter 173: Shehryaar's Wife

"You knew it, and now you're rubbing it in my face," Dua gritted at her. "See what I do to

you." Another tear rolled down her cheek.

"You've no right to talk about my sister-in-law like that, first of all, and that too in front of

me! And you've no right to accuse me of such a heinous act," Dua cried out while a tear

slipped from her eye, yet her face held nothing but anguish and rage.

All the color drained from Hamna's face.

"Get the hell out of here! Who the hell are you to talk about my family member like that?"

Dua shouted as tears poured from her eyes, creating a commotion.

Her father approached the scene, and Hamna stared at her in anger and shock.

"What happened, Dua?" Haider asked her.

"Baba, ask her to get the hell out of here," she pointed at Hamna. "Ask her to leave." Her chin

wobbled as Shehryaar came to the scene.

Dua instantly hugged him, crying in his arms.

"Bhai... ask her to leave."

"What happened, Dua?" he asked her.

"You are going to fire her from the company too. Do you understand?" She looked into his

eyes as he frowned, trying to interpret her words.

"Do you understand, Shehryaar bhai?!"

"What the f-," he stopped, taking a breath. "What happened to you, Dua?" he asked in a low

rumble.

"She was calling your wife awful names. I don't want to repeat that. She said that

Sheharzaad stole her secretary's post... and she said... said—" Dua couldn't continue further.

"Said what?"

"That she is a slut," she whispered, skipping the part that had triggered her.

Shehryaar looked up with vicious eyes toward Hamna.

"She what?" His voice was low, filled with disbelief. The audacity of this woman.

He stalked toward Hamna, the veins in his neck popping and his knuckles turning white.

"You called my wife what?"

"Shehryaar," Haider suddenly grabbed his shoulder, restraining him from doing anything

rash. "Don’t. This isn’t the way." His grip tightened, urging him to calm down, but Shehryaar

was shaking with barely contained fury.

"Let it go," Haider added, his voice steady but firm, trying to hold back the storm brewing

within Shehryaar.

"Or tum jao yahan se," he snapped at Hamna, his eyes still burning with anger. "Before I do

something I'll regret."

"Okay, I'm going," tears started streaming from Hamna's eyes, born out of embarrassment.

"Don't dare come back! You're fired! Fucking fired!" Dua yelled, and Hamna scurried away.

Shehryaar looked at his sister, knowing something else was on her mind.

He retrieved his phone, dialing a number. "Come and take Dua home," he ordered, "and take

that girl, Hamna, to the basement. Do what is necessary."

His "do what is necessary" wasn't just another sentence. His subordinates knew the torture

the other person was about to go through.

...

Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, the sound reverberating in her ears. For some

reason, she was finding it difficult to breathe. Anxiety wrapped tightly around her throat,

clenching it as she sat next to him.

This anxiety had doubled after the intimate couple shoot she had with Shehryaar. He had

held her close, so close that their breaths mingled while their pictures were clicked. The

photo shoot session was torture for her. Having to sit so close to him, having his hands on

her waist, her shoulders, her thighs—it was driving her crazy.

It wasn't his hold that was scaring her but his eyes.

His intense, ferocious grey eyes.

The way they darkened with every passing second made her body feel like it was on fire.

Those hooded eyes were still shaking her core. She could see the restrained desire in them,

the struggle to hold back. As if he wanted to devour her right there and then. Oh, she could

clearly see how he was controlling himself, and this made her even more scared of the time

she was going to spend with him in his room.

Not once, in a single picture, had he let her go as far as an inch away. When his lips had tried

claiming hers again, she instinctively placed a hand on her mouth and pointed with her eyes

at the other people in the room.

He backed her up against the wall, his eyes growing more intense upon her as his lips

twitched into a lopsided smile, and the picture was taken. The feel of his hard, muscled body

pressed against hers made her heart race a thousand miles a second. It was hard to think

clearly, to focus on anything other than the feeling of his body against hers.

The way he caged her against the wall, his intense grey eyes on her, the way they darkened

and blazed with desire—it was almost more than she could bear.

Finding those ardent orbs on her, she pulled her hand from his mouth and looked down,

and another picture was clicked.

The clicks of the camera were background noise, just like the people around them.

Everything else faded into the distance, leaving only the intensity between them, sharp and

undeniable, as if they were the only two in the room.

...

Currently, she sat next to him. She couldn't eat anything, though the food looked tempting.

Her back was already sore from sitting all day long. She felt like her whole body had been

put through a grinder and spat out.

But she held on, sitting straight, trying not to show her exhaustion. She hoped everything

would end soon so she could sleep, and when she woke up, she would be back in the

comfort of her home, lying in her bed, hoping all of this was just a dream.

But reality was harsh and cruel.

She was Shehryaar’s wife now, and the thought stung like a thousand needles poking into

her flesh. She wasn’t in a fairy tale where she could wake up and find this was all just a

dream. She had already married him, and there was no escaping the truth.

The term sent a shiver down her spine, making her already weary body shiver even more.

She was tired and exhausted, and the wedding night was already scaring her so much.