Chapter 38: His Decision

Her breath hitched.

Her heart began to pound loudly in her ears. Her shoulders hunched as she tried to shrink

away from him, but his hand didn’t let her. She began to shake like a leaf as her body almost

froze. Her teeth clattered against each other.

She was in a tight corner. In a blind alley. At a dead end. She knew if he had asked her, then

that was bound to happen. Nobody would stop him, and nobody could stop him. That

included her as well. The single night that she spent with him was enough to engrave a deep

trauma in her mind. It was enough for her to know who he was. And what he could do if

something did not go his way. How barbaric he could get. His every word became a law.

Unless whatever left his mouth became the truth, he wouldn’t rest in peace. One lesson he

taught her within that short span was never to challenge him.

She still had the willpower and courage to stand against him, but the wound to her mind

was so fresh that it had locked her own self in a shell. And the key to that lock was lost. She

had lost herself.

"What say?" he spoke.

"Please no. I beg you. Please, I can’t… I can’t do that," she replied in a shaking whisper.

"What if I say I want to?"

She moved her head sideways to look at him. "Please," she murmured, staring into his eyes

directly. Her grey orbs captured each brain cell in his mind. Her eyes became his only focus.

All his attention was on just her grey orbs, which looked painful, anxious, and full of

anticipation. He was mesmerized by the beauty of her eyes, making him wonder why he

hadn’t noticed them keenly before. They were so beautiful… innocent… captivating. And he

was captivated.

Suddenly his trance broke, and he blinked as his eyes darkened.

"Dhoka deti hain yeh nazrain," he muttered under his breath and turned his head away as

he stood up.

(Treacherous are these eyes)

She expectantly looked at him, waiting for his response, fervently hoping he would let her

go, tightly holding her hands.

"Are you… you-you going to," she couldn’t complete her sentence.

"Save it. I'm not," he replied, and she took a breath of relief. Closing her eyes, she gulped

down the restlessness before opening them again.

"You are joining from tomorrow," he announced.

"I won’t," she shook her head, scurrying away from him to the far end of the bed like a cat. "I

won’t," she shook her head again, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"You will," he asserted. "Will and have to. I have your sign," he told her.

"I don’t know how that happened. I never signed such a thing."

"Do you listen to me or not? Remember what I told you while giving the papers to sign?"

She recalled when he had her undressed completely, he took out a paper from her drawer

and forwarded it to her, demanding her signature. Upon asking, he told her it was the

contract stating that she would be getting the money after that night and asked her twice to

read carefully while taking off his shirt, as his pants were still on him. She tried to cover

herself with her shirt lying on the floor when he held her hand and didn’t let her. Her body

was shivering, and her mind was haywire. And when she began to read the paper, he stood

behind her and began to move his hands over her body, moving his thumb from her chest to

her bottom, making her more and more hysterical. She was trying to read but couldn’t focus

—more so when suddenly he attached her back to his chest and whispered near her ear,

"be quick." She remembered how her heart was pounding in her chest. He was

scrutinizing her body from head to toe while she was bare before his eyes. Taking the pen,

she signed it, unable to read it carefully because of his ministrations on her body.

"I didn’t read it," she whispered to herself. "You-you tricked me!" she cried out. "You tricked

me. Why did you not make me sign that contract before you-you..."

"Undressed you, right?"

She looked away. "You should have made me sign before the start of… everything." She

couldn’t select the right words.

"Ahaan," he reprimanded. "That was just the start of the night, Sheharzaad. And you had me

angry with that challenging tone of yours. I'm not being unfair; I told you to read it carefully,

if you remember."

"You were touching me… you were looking at me while I-I was bare in front of your-your

eyes, and you didn’t let… let me cover myself, and I-I was hysterical. I didn’t know what I… I

was signing up for," she wept over her wretched state of mind. Over her wretched fate.

The contract came with a condition, and that was, if she wanted to get the loan within a day,

then she had to spend a night with him along with two more months of work at the

company. And if she wanted to leave the company after that night, then half of the amount

was to be returned within four days. And she didn’t read the conditions carefully. She

signed it because she was too nervous and fearful at that time. She was overwrought and

felt vulnerable. She wasn’t in the right state of mind.

"But you signed up for this. Bear it."

"You knew I would have never signed that contract if I read it. You played with my mind,"

she claimed.

"Well, that I did. No denying that. But that's not my fault, is it now?" he asked, then placed

his knee on the bed as he moved closer to her, gripping her chin instantly.

"And you know what? Fuck it all. The contract, money, and the timing. I don’t care because I

would have you fucked nevertheless. Or else my mind wouldn’t let you rest in peace. I don’t

need a piece of paper with your sign to have you in my bed. Now, fucking got me?" he

stated. His voice dropped notches down as he said it, ever so seriously and dreadfully.