Chapter 41: Welcome To My World

It was the first time she saw it so close. She had been depressed for such a long time after

witnessing Usman's death, and she wondered how she would survive witnessing Shigri's

death. She washed her face and tried to calm her nerves as her sobs slowed to small

whimpers. It was all so traumatic. She had never been in such a situation like that.

Witnessing a murder?

Catching eye of a mafia don?

And forced to work under him?

And being threatened with life-not just hers, but if her loved ones, if she didn't agree?

What turn did her life take?

How did she reach at this point?

Never in her wildest dreams, she imagines such incidents to happen in her life.

As now she hid herself in the washroom of her own house. Because a mafia don was waiting

for her, in her room.

The mafia don who forced her to have a one night stand with him.

The reality of the situation sunk in her mind. Realization hit her. And she find it difficult to

breath. She found herself caged. Locked. Restrained.

She had nowhere to run and hide. His gaze would follow her. The trauma he gave her would

never leave her.

A sudden idea hit her, and she locked the door of the washroom so he couldn't enter. If he

came to that room, it would mean she was walking to her own death. She didn't want to be

anywhere near him; especially after today, she wanted to run away from him. His words

echoed in her mind when he warned her that her turn would come. It sent a shiver through

her entire body.

She began to anticipate what would happen next as she waited for his approach, her heart

pounding in her ears. Her heart sank when she heard footsteps coming closer to the

washroom door.

There was a knock, and she pulled away from the door, taking heavy breaths.

"Ma'am, sir is calling you to the room," someone informed her.

"T-tell him I-I'm coming."

"Ok, ma'am," he said and went away.

Her body was shivering as she hurriedly examined her choices, wondering if staying here

was the right decision. The sane part of her mind told her no, while the irrational part

wanted her far away from him. She wanted to remain here and leave at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the tap, cupped her hands under the water, and drank,

trying to calm herself. But then she heard footsteps approaching the washroom again. She

quickly closed the tap, unlocked the washroom, and stepped out, only to find him standing

there.

He looked at his wristwatch, then up at her. "Twenty minutes?"

"I was feeling... sick," she answered, her shivering hands trying to wipe the sweat from her

forehead.

"Hmm... plans. Plans. Other plans," he narrowed his eyes at her, tapping his fingers against

his wristwatch, and her eyes widened, understanding what he meant.

"No," she denied. "I was... coming. I'm not lying."

"Fine. Come with me."

She gulped. "Me?" She wanted to pass him tbe signal that she did not want to be anywhere

near him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Come," he ordered, and she followed him to her room.

As soon as they entered, he moved to the table and grabbed the blade he had thrown there

earlier.

"So, where were we exactly?" he said, motioning her to come closer. Hesitantly, she took

slow steps toward him.

"You were saying something."

"No. I wasn't," she replied, shaking her head.

"But I remember. You were running some unladylike words on that tongue. Bastard, fucker,

etc., etc.," he stated, pulling the knife from its sheath, "and you were asking what I would do,

claiming I couldn't kill that mere friend of yours," he reminded her. "Now, let's get back to

that."

"I didn't mean s-so," she stuttered badly.

"Nevertheless, first things first—you were asking what I could do to you if you kept running

that tongue of yours. Now pull that tongue out. I want to show you what I can do."

"I've learned my lesson," she said abruptly. "I swear, I-I learned my lesson," she cried out.

"That quick?"

"Please. I did. I-I swear."

"Is that so," he hummed, "then assure me. Report what you learned," he demanded, the

blade still in his hand.

"That... that I'll never run my tongue against you and never ch-challenge you."

"But I want the message to sink in. You'll become as rebellious as you were moments ago if I

let this go. Now, come here—I want to cut your tongue."

"No, please! I promise I won’t do it again. I’ll come to the company tomorrow, and I'll try to

return your money," she tried to assure him, taking a few steps back, but his eyes noticed

her retreat. Realizing he’d noticed, she immediately moved closer out of fear.

"La... last ch-chance?" she stuttered.

He chuckled, amused by her plea. He tossed the blade aside and opened his arms. "Come,

give me a hug."

"Me?"

"You don’t want to?"

"No," she replied abruptly. "No, I want to. I-I w-will," she said, walking toward him, and he

enveloped her in his arms.

"You witnessed something, Sheharzaad, that you weren’t supposed to," he uttered.

"What do you mean?"

He pulled back. "Welcome to my world, Sheharzaad. You'll be kept under my watch now

since you’ve seen something you shouldn’t have. You can't go anywhere until you're dead."

"W...w...what?" She blinked, trying to process his words as she hunched her shoulders.

"I’ll explain it to you soon," he said, addressing the confusion swirling in her eyes.

"And are you coming to the company tomorrow?" he asked purposefully, and she gave a

swift nod.

"Yes. I am."

"Hmm... good enough. Now I'll take my leave," he said, rubbing her arms, then walked

toward the door.

He paused near the doorway and looked back at her.

"And tomorrow, you'll join the company as the PA to the CEO," he told her and left, leaving

her shell-shocked.