Chapter 44: Feud

Half an hour elapsed, and now she sat in her new office allotted to her.

It was more spacious and vast than her previous office. It had an exceptional ventilating

system, and it felt cosy. Through the large window, you could have a view of almost the

whole city. A large sofa was on the left. And the table was also huge and well-organized.

It was much better than her previous one but she wasn't happy. She felt aloof from all

things. Her heart felt down and empty.

All in all, she was depressed and anxious. The only thing that she wanted the most out of all

was to somehow get out of Shehryaar's clasps.

She couldn't talk back to him; she couldn't resist his touches because it was engraved within

her mind what he could do if things didn't go his way. He would go to every length to ensure

that what was leaving his lips became the truth.

She vividly remembers that night she had denied him a lot of times, but every time, he drove

that resistance out of her and by the end of the night, it became her instinct. Despite

wanting she couldn't pull him back. Her hands didn't have the courage. She didn't have the

courage.

Once again, her eyes analyzed the office. It looked like her dream come true. She always

wanted to have a prominent position at a corporate. And she did get the position. But at

what cost?

She wondered what would be the reaction of her parents if they saw her office. They would

be happy for her. Her childhood played in her mind. The times when she used to make

promises to her mother and father that she would be successful. And would make her father

retire from the job. Gave her parents a new house.

Their previous house was small. It wasn't spacious, but it had a cosy feel. But Sheharzaad

always dreamt of living in big houses. With big rooms. A walk-in closet. A house that would

harbour a swimming pool. And she would have dozens of servants at her beck and call.

Everything will happen according to her wish. And she would let her parents rule in that

house.

And to chase her dreams, she had to work hard. She worked hard. Thinking that a day

would come when her parents would relish in all the facilities and luxuries about which she

had thought. She knew she had to find a good job to fulfil her dreams. She kept on working

hard. But sadly her parents couldn't live long enough to see the day. She was not even close

to the life she had dreamt of. And now her ambition was gone. Worries had surrounded her.

A mafia don was after her. And death followed the only person she had. She was forced to

lose her virginity for some money. And not just that, the man who forced her, was now her

boss. On top of that, she was not even allowed to leave this job.

She felt nothing but restrained. And... tired. The memory of her parents made her heart sad.

Utterly sad. She wanted to cry. And let the tears accumulated in her heart out. But she

didn't. Because if she begins to shed tears, then she will fall weak. And in this sensitive stage

of her life, she can't fall weak.

Busy in her thoughts when a woman entered her office.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Hamna. Shehryaar sir's Ex-PA," she said, "he had asked me to guide you,"

Sheharzaad passed her a smi, le which she didn't return, rn and placed some papers almost

harshly on the table.

"Look, here is the schedule. You need to follow this. Here is the schedule of his whole week

that I made an effort, but people just love to enjoythattthann to work hard for it," she threw

shade at Sheharzaad.

Sheharzaad didn't reply to her. She didn't want to engage in a fruitless conversation with

her. It was better to stay quiet.

Hamna explained certain things to her so Sheharzaad would have a hard time grasping

things, and in this way, she would be fired from her ex-post. Hamna hated her so much. She

had secured this position after so much struggle and Sheharzaad came out of nowhere and

sat on her seat. Apart from that, she was too clowinningto win her boss's heart but

Sheharzaad caught me in the middle. She wanted to marry him. She had albegunebeguno

imagined herself as Shehryaar's wife.

"I don't know how women like you seduce other men to get you a job. Can't filth as you

work hard enough and do it our effort?" she concluded her explanation with this and began

to assemble the paper.

That clip with Ked her.

"I wonder is is I that said, a woman is a woman's greatest enemy. Coming across people like

you made me realize this," She answered, "and FYI, I sweI'df I'd given the job interview for

this post, then that would have been over for you all. You were sitting here only because I

didn't give the interview for this seat, got me?" She won't fight usually, ly but when she

does, the next person won't have any place to hide. Especially when she would begin talking

back.

"If you have a problem with me sitting on this chair, go ask your boss not me. And about me

seducing him? Who on earth do you think you are talking to Toto? Go and say the same

thing to your mother and sister, not me,"

"Mind your language, Sheharzaad!" Hamna spated.

"It hurts? It hurts when the hen same remarks are made to your family you made to

others?"

"Well yes, you did seduce him or else how he would have given you this post?"

,

"Oh so that means women who seduce him manage to get this post? Then why were you

here? And watch your tongue when you talk to The door door is that way,"

"I know you are a slut!" Hamna cussed out of frustration.