Chapter 89: Won't Let You Go

"That's very personal," she almost scolded while rubbing her nose. And he pinched her

bridge again, making her eyes go wide.

He couldn't say, he just felt like pinching her nose. His little lady was behaving like a small,

angry kitten.

He just smiled lightly. This woman knew how to bring out the different emotions in him. He

felt possessive for someone for the first time to such an extent that he wouldn't let any man

see her, let alone touch her. She was the first one who challenged him, who refused him. He

had numerous women who would kiss the floor he walked upon. He was used to women

falling over him, trying to make way into his pants, but this woman blatantly refused him.

She was brave enough, or he must say, stupid enough to defy him. Whatever she did, it

pulled him more towards her.

And she thought it was one of the rarest moments of her life. Had he not been the devil of

her life, she would have told him how enchanting his smile was.

Watching him smile, she momentarily forgot her suffering, it was that charming.

"Sleep, Sheharzaad," he commanded, upon noticing how her eyes were dropping down but

she was conscious because he was around her.

"Sleep," he closed her eyes with his palm and she let him. Once again, the room was silent.

And in that silence, he held her hand, fixing the ring on her hand.

He was infatuated with her.

"I won't let you go anywhere," he muttered, staring blankly at the ring. And the whole night

passed with him staring at her with callous eyes. The soulless eyes, sometimes, would let an

emotion quiver through the orbs. The emotion that hinted at taking a pure possession of

her, masked by the relentless obsession coursing through his veins. For her. Just her.

Why her?

He didn't know. At that moment.

Yet all he knew was to get her scent carved in his senses.

....

Suffocation

Claustrophobia

And disability.

Those were the feelings around which her life had been revolving lately. Just the four walls

were all her eyes saw. All day and all night. She wanted to walk but couldn't. She wanted to

talk but couldn't. She wanted to laugh, eat what she desired, hell, she wanted to go to the

restroom on her own feet without any help. But she couldn't. A nurse would feed her, carry

her to the restroom, help her with every basic thing that she used to do without any effort

before.

He would come visit her but mostly at nights, he would be by her side. He wouldn't say

anything, rather would do his work in her presence and sometimes, rather, most of the time

she would feel someone's gaze at her. It had Sheharzaad conscious. His mere authoritative

gaze, any subtle movement by his side, would have her go on edge but she wouldn't show it.

He had no idea what he would get by continuously staring at her for so long.

She had asked him to give her phone back. And even her phone got her bored now.

Sheharzaad had second thoughts about the plan brewing in her mind. That fall from the

building increased the loathsomeness, the resilience within her. Her hatred and fear both

had increased hugely. She wanted to get free from him, but at the same time, she was hell

scared of being caught. And if that happens, he would bring hell down, and the punishment

would be so brutal… she can't even imagine that. But it was strengthening her desire for

freedom. Especially the will to run away from him. And equally, her fear had increased.

There was no other option. Either she would die trying or become his slave for the rest of

her life. For her, dying with dignity is her choice over living as his caged bird.

She knew what to do and at the same time, she was clueless but she decided to tread on her

plan. Tread on carefully.

Hannan had told her, the customer would be there as soon as she would get back to

Pakistan. She wanted to get things done quickly. The will to run away from him had

increased tenfold now. She was willing to risk her life.

She dearly missed her parents these days. Her mind would be shifted back to the old

memories of her childhood. When she would get sick, all night her parents would stay

awake. All day her mother was by her side. Her mother's warm and worried eyes often

flashed in her mind given the condition she was in. Especially her mother's warmth was

what she craved for. She had never been too sick as to land in the hospital. Never broken a

bone. She couldn't help but just wonder how would her mother react seeing her like this.

Her heart would feel empty. In that moment of her life, she wanted to spread open her arms

and wished the space could be filled by her mother's body. She would hug her tightly. She

would never let her go. She would cry and cry until all her burdens were off from her chest.

And she would hide behind her to get herself safe from Shehryaar.

"Ma'am, the food is turning cold," the nurse said, upon noticing her untouched food.

"Mama," the whisper broke from her lips and she realized she was in the hospital room.

Her reverie broke, and as she rubbed her palm over the tear that escaped her eye.

When did she start crying?

Her eyes moved from the window to him, who sat there working on his laptop, and then at

the nurse. He was looking at her. Her tear did something to her heart. For a millisecond, his

heart wrenched at the sad eyes of his little lady. But he brushed it off. Women cannot be

trusted. They are nothing but liars. How can he forget the betrayal he witnessed in his

childhood? His heart would often say, Sheharzaad is different. But he would not allow his

heart to rule over his mind, which was always telling him about his suspicions for

Sheharzaad.

"Yes?" she asked as she couldn't catch what she said.