Chapter 39: Or What?

She flinched, instinctively shrinking back from him. He looked terrifying. His piercing gaze

seemed to be able to penetrate through her skin. He was able to hold some kind of a chilling

darkness, that seemed to engulf any hopeful feeling she could have. It felt as if the walls

around her were closing in and she could not run away no matter how much she tried.

Every escape had been locked.

“You were on my mind,” he began, his voice a cold whisper that sent shivers down her

spine, “and I thought I could push you out. But the thing is even after that you're still on my

mind. Now what I'm supposed to do? To let you go?" He let out a low, mocking chuckle "No

baby. That's not even an option,"

It came as a shocker to her as she found herself in a new mess. The thought was making her

breathless.

“Then what will happen to me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What… what’s my

fault?” She wiped the tears from her cheeks, hating how vulnerable she felt under his gaze.

“That’s the error, Sheharzaad. You fail to understand,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing.

“When I said I wanted to own you, I wasn’t joking.”

I own you.

The memory crashed into her like a tidal wave, vivid and haunting, bringing her back to the

moment he first made that claim.

Flashback

They were alone in the small room attached to his office. He had her on the bed, writhing

under him. Her body was trembling beneath him, and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her

eyes were squeezed shut, hot tears slipping down her cheeks as he pressed closer,

unyielding, relentless. He watched her with a dark satisfaction, noting every quiver of pain.

He could see she was in pain.

“I told you I’d be rough,” he had muttered. She opened her eyes slowly, managing to look up

at him, though each breath was a struggle. She had opened her eyes only on certain

instances throughout the night and it was one of those moments.

"Aren’t you satisfied yet?” she rasped, her voice hoarse, barely audible.

He gave a cold smile. “No. The night has just begun.”

She gathered her courage, willing herself to speak, but her voice faltered as he continued,

his movements more forceful, harsher. “When… when will you—” she gasped, her body

arching under the intensity, her breath hitching with each painful surge, “leave me?”

“I want to own you, Sheharzaad,” he had murmured, pulling away for just a moment, but

only to grip her thigh and drape it over his shoulder, his gaze still fixed on her. “Every inch

of you.” His voice was a low, ominous whisper as he opened her legs wider, his words

seeping into her consciousness like poison. “Every inch.”

Flashback ends

She shook her head, her voice trembling. “You… you don’t own me,” she managed to say,

though her words felt hollow as if even she didn’t believe them.

He pulled away from her as he stood up, smoothing his clothes.

"I will show you when the time would come, Sheharzaad,"

"I'm...I'm not a toy,"

"I don't fucking care," he said crassly, "and I want you in the office tomorrow,"

"I don't want to come! I don't want to! Please!" she wailed.

"We want and don't want a lot of things and not all things happen according to our want.

Either give me half the amount of money by the next three days or come to the office

tomorrow,"

"That contract holds no importance! Go and show it anywhere, I won't come,"

"Oh?" he raised his brow, "the contract holds no importance?"

"Yes, it does not,"

"Then let me think of what holds importance," he said and began to stroll around, tapping

his fingers against his forehead, his eyes closed as if he was contemplating something.

"I've got a great idea," he spoke after a moment and snapped his fingers. "What's your

friend's name, again?"

"No!" she shook her head, realizing what he was about to say.

"Ah, Amna. And her hospital..... if I'm not wrong, somewhere near our company, right?"

It was an eye-opener for her. How does he know so much about which hospital was she

admitted to?

"And her doctor, Dr. Najam," he claimed with a ghost of a smile on his face as he looked at

her, "so here's the thing, if you won't come to the company I will cease your friend's

treatment and there are two ways to do so, either kill the doctor or the patient. Yeah, I know

you can get another doctor but definitely, he would need some time to study the case so

maybe for a short period of time her treatment would cease or rather I must cease it

permanently by sending your friend up above the sky. What option do you like more?"

She was appalled. Horrified. And shocked. Her mouth hung open as she tried to process his

words.

Her body shook as the weight of his words sank in, her mind struggling to process the sheer

cruelty of his threat. Was he serious? Would he actually go that far?

A sudden surge of anger bubbled up in her making her take deep breaths as she looked at

him, enraged. She lunged towards him, her hands forming a fist.

“You liar! You can’t do this! You’re lying!” she cried, her voice cracking as she lunged

forward, fists pounding against his chest. “You bastard! You… you monster!”

All of a sudden, she fell on the bed as he backhanded her sharply. He placed his knee on the

bed and threaded his fingers in her thick locks, pulling her up.

“Watch your mouth,” he hissed, his voice deadly. “Control your tongue when you speak to

me.”

She struggled, her fingers clawing at his hand in her hair, but his grip tightened, making her

whimper in pain.

"Or what, what you will do to me?!" she challenged, as the tears gushed out in a sudden and

forceful stream.