Chapter 59: Menace

"And we don't know each other. If you have something to tell me, then just pass me a signal.

I will somehow contact you. Until then, you don't know me, I don't know you," Khaleda

instructed Sheharzaad. Khaleda knew Sheharzaad could be vital to the mission she and her

team had been trying to make successful for years. Because Sheharzaad was nearest to

Shehryaar. And in that way, Sheharzaad could easily keep tabs on Shehryaar without him

having much suspicion on her. But what Khaleda couldn't understand was the reason

Sheharzaad agreed to help her. Khaleda was sure that Sheharzaad knew about Shehryaar

being in the mafia. And thus, he was very dangerous. Sheharzaad's life could be in danger.

But still, what forced her to come to Khaleda and help her in catching Shehryaar?

"I'm aware, Khaleda," Sheharzaad told.

Khaleda thanked her before Sheharzaad walked out of the room.

She straightaway went to her office and then entered the attached bathroom. Her hands

rested on the shelf as she looked down before moving her eyes up and coming into contact

with her reflection in the mirror.

Her face was pale.

Almost white.

Her eyes expanded.

Lips turned white.

And breathing slightly ragged.

Only one emotion danced in her eyes, and she witnessed it herself.

Terror.

Pure terror.

When she raised her hand up, her fingers were shivering. And as she placed her shivering

hand on the left side of her chest, she found her heart beating rapidly, just like the wings of a

caged bird.

She knew what she was fearing. She was aware of why that terror resided in her eyes. Her

face that looked ashen, she knew the reason behind it.

Him. It was him.

She was going against him.

Just today, she took her first step.

She hadn't thought about the consequences of how the fire she had started would end.

She feared him.

She feared the mere thought of getting caught.

She feared what if his eyes, his hawk-like eyes, would assess her.

Now, what she did today, she feared going in front of him.

If he came to know that something was off about her, she was hiding something, then

Sheharzaad was sure it would be her, herself, telling all the truth to him. She needed to get

herself together; she needed to look into his eyes and act as if she knew nothing because

that would be the only way for her survival and her revenge.

Just in case Shehryaar somehow got wind of her plan, then she would be done for.

She splashed water on her face and again looked up in the mirror.

"You can do this," she whispered.

She would go down but not without a fight.

...........

Sheharzaad had almost forgotten about him as she continued to come to the company, and

he was not here. She was completing all the work he had put up on her. He didn't call, he

didn't text, he didn't contact her after that day. It was somehow calming for her, but at the

same time, nerve-wracking, as maybe something devilish might be going through his mind.

She gave him a challenge that day, and she knew what he did to the challenges given to him.

For a moment, she thought she spoke a bit too much. Given the person he was, she shouldn't

have said all that, but she needed to let it out, or it would have burst her. The agony that her

heart was carrying would have perished her if all that hadn't been said.

But now it worried her.

His reaction to her outburst was something she wasn't able to apprehend.

He laughed.

He just laughed.

As if someone had awakened the devil in his mind, and it was already up to forming

schemes.

Given the person he was, she knew he would make her eat her own words.

Sooner or later.

This thought had made her restless since that day, and she wasn't able to sleep properly due

to the amount of overthinking she had done.

Sheharzaad was busy in her work when the door to her office opened.

She moved her head up from the laptop, and the very next second, her eyes widened, and

she stood up.

There he stood with that dark aura surrounding him.

As he walked closer before closing the door to the room.

She gulped.

The conversation she had with Khaleda running behind the back of her mind. Panic struck

her face.

She shouldn't have thought about it.

He moved closer, his eyes pinned on her face, and hers on his.

A small smile playing on his lips.

The smile alone brought terrors to her. She knew then he had something in his mind.

As he stood near her, out of instinct, she stepped back.

"How are you, Sheharzaad?" Her name rolled off his tongue, so smoothly yet so menacingly.

Thump

Thud

Thump

Thud

Her heart banged in her ears.

"G-g-g-good," she stuttered badly.

For some reasons, of which she was very well aware, she found her heart trembling in his

presence. Every second, every minute, just like a broken record, the deal she made with

Khaleda ran in the back of her mind. It had her more and more panicked. She thought he

might know of the schemes she had been making behind his back. And just the thought of it

was making her sweat.

His hand moved and slightly caressed her cheek, which had her make a quick yet nervous

movement as an instinct, so he pulled his hand back.

"Sheharzaad," the whisper left his lips, his eyes had a distant look in them whilst staring at

her face. "Oh, Sheharzaad," he muttered.

Her heart skipped a beat, thinking he got wind of her plan.

"Repeat that for me,"

"What?" she asked as if she had just received shocking news.

"What you told me that day,"

The speech she gave was evaporated in thin air, and all her mental strength got invested in

concluding whether it was a threat or if he was really asking for it.

Though it appeared to be some sort of threat.