Chapter 68: Mission Successful

Stopping the drumming of his fingers against the table, his knuckles gave a final knock on

the desk as he stood up to his full height. His eyes bored in hers. Yet she was not looking up

at him. "Have you not cut him off?" he asked, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on

the table. The mirth on his face, if he had any, turned into mirthlessness, making her cower

back.

"Haven't you, Sheharzaad?" he questioned again, running his tongue along his lower lip

while witnessing her hands begin to shiver.

"I-I will," she responded. "I p-promise, I will," she tried to assure him, her voice shivering

and breathless.

He sat back in his chair. "We will see, Sheharzaad. We will see," he replied. "And one thing I

may have forgotten to make clear to you. Never go out of your house without my

permission. Clear? Or I may pay you a visit to make it clear."

"Clear," she almost whimpered.

That would be the last thing she would want. She felt helpless. Seeing him once in the office

was enough to give her nightmares; him visiting her house, where she was alone, would

traumatize her for life.

"Listen to what I say, Sheharzaad," he started in a low tone, "listen well and listen carefully.

When I ask you to cut him off, then that means to?" He left the sentence hanging so she

could finish it. He had been very possessive about the things he owned since childhood. He

would have whatever he laid his eyes on. Sheharzaad was no exception. He had set his eyes

on her, and now he wasn’t letting her go. Not now, not ever.

"Cut him off," she gulped, and he didn't respond after that as silence prevailed in the room.

A bone-chilling silence that hid many threats for her.

Her breathing had already gotten ragged.

"C-can I go?" she dared to ask when he didn't answer; rather, a paper had gotten his

attention, and he was reading it.

"Where?" he asked, while reading with a frown on his forehead.

His lashes rose, and he gave her a good two-minute stare, focusing his eyes on her, giving

her his undivided attention, which made her shiver instinctively. His cold, expressionless

stare was enough to give her goosebumps, making her hair rise on her skin.

"You may go," his response came, and she inwardly released a breath. She couldn't go

before coming to the office as the note told her he had his men stationed, so it might put her

under suspicion, as she had never gone to that hotel before coming to the company. Also,

the eyes keenly observing her might gauge that something was cooking up in her mind. She

needed to act normal. He could read minds, so any suspicious act of hers could make him

vigilant toward her.

She turned around to leave when she heard him say, "Where are your manners, little lady?"

She found his deep grey eyes staring at her with a glint of playfulness in them.

"I'm sorry. Thank you...sir," she replied quickly. "May I go?" asking as if she was too eager to

leave.

A little too eager for his liking.

His head tilted slightly as he gave her a nod. He knew there was something that was

bothering her, or perhaps there was something he should know.

She neared the door and had just placed her hand on the doorknob when his voice again

reached her, "I must say, you don't sound like yourself, Sheharzaad."

The color on her face paled, but she sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes before

turning her head toward him. "There's nothing like that," she confidently uttered while

looking at him, who was now signing a paper.

"I hope," his curly lashes moved up again as his eyes stared at her, "I hope you don't have an

ulterior motive. You do not want to test me on that."

"There isn't any," her voice was assuring.

"If there is, then best of luck. Go," he said, and she almost ran away before going to her

room.

As Khaleda said, there were cameras in every nook and corner, so she didn't lose her calm

and took her purse that had the USB. She didn't take the drive out even once from her purse,

afraid there might be a camera in her room too. He had instilled that fear in her; she was

scared to even breathe. She was cautiously taking steps.

Entering the restaurant, she looked around for the manager when a well-dressed man in a

black suit approached her.

"My name is Sheharzaad Qureshi. I—" she said in a low tone.

"I'm the manager, madam," he replied.

"Can I have some brownies?" she answered.

"Sure," he said and led her to the counter. "And yes, ma'am, the restroom is that way. You'll

find a waiter there; he will guide you."

"Thank you." Sauntering to the restroom, she found a waiter on the way. This area was

quieter; there were little to no people, just a couple sitting and enjoying each other's

company.

"Sheharzaad," she told her name to him, as he was the only waiter around.

"USB?" the waiter uttered in a low voice.

She handed over the drive, and he took it quickly before looking around to ensure no one

saw that.

Turning around, she began to walk toward the exit, a smile playing on her lips. She had

finally beaten the Devil. She would be free of him, his threats. Life would be back to normal

now. She was desperate to free herself from his clutches, and despite the risk of being

caught, she took the risk. It was the only way to escape him.

A smile of victory. A sigh of relief. A wave of comfort.

She had won.

The evidence would be enough to get him behind bars.

Oh, how the tables had turned... she was his prey a few minutes ago. Things are going to

change now.