Chapter 91: Disabled

Sitting in the wheelchair, she at last was going out of that room. If she had remained there

longer, her mental health would have been disturbed. She would have gone insane after

being confined to the four walls this long. She had requested Maria to carry her out to the

ground so she could feel the sun. And upon her persistent insistence, Maria wheeled her out.

They stopped in the middle of the ground. The sun was about to set. There were other

people too who were walking, talking, sitting on the benches. All in all, the place was

crowded. But not too much.

A smile already made its way to her lips.

She was happy.

Genuinely happy after so long.

She hadn't thanked nature as much as she did now.

She had grown weary of sitting, so she tried to stand up when Maria stopped Sheharzaad.

"Please, don't put much pressure on your legs," Maria reprimanded.

"Let me walk, Maria. I want to walk," she said and tried to stand up when a hand came in

front of her eyes. She looked at it, before moving her eyes up and found him standing there.

Her lashes batted to the left and found Maria already walking away.

"Come on. I'll help you walk,"

The hand alone brought memories, horrific memories to her mind—the same hand which

pushed her, which was responsible for her current situation.

Oh, how much she had wished he hadn't left her hand when she was staring at him

helplessly. Now why was he offering it for her help?

Tears flooded her eyes.

She recalled how he snapped back his hand when she had held it too tight, hoping he

wouldn't let her go.

"I don't need your help," she gritted, with a clenched jaw.

"Take my hand, Sheharzaad," He commanded.

"I don't need. your. help!" Her jaw twitched, "I'll never take your hand. Ever,"

The expressions on his face changed. His jaw twitched. His eyes flickered. And the grey

darkened. As he stepped back before retracting his hand.

"Okay then, walk. You and I are not going anywhere until you walk to, see that tree, yes

there," he pointed at a tree.

"I will and I can do that without your help," she challenged and placed her feet on the grass.

She tried to stand up but failed and fell down. Again, she tried to stand up but she couldn't,

so she let herself fall on the ground.

Her legs felt too weak to hold her weight. The doctors had told her the fractures were

minor; she could walk, but with someone's help.

(A/N: My biology has died, ok? I don't remember shit about the bones & stuff now. Just

consider it as I'm writing. My world, my rules)

He squatted down to her level and tucked her hair behind her ear that was shielding her

face, like a curtain.

"Come on now. Get up and walk,"

"I will walk," She felt as if she was making fun of her condition, "I will!" She sobbed. Her chin

was quivering now.

She tried. Miserably failed. She tried again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

But failed every time.

Now she was sobbing, throwing punches at the ground.

What a useless creature she was.

"I will punish you," he whispered while caressing her cheek as he squatted down and she

sat there helplessly, "so bad that you won't be able to walk for another month if you don't

walk up to there,"

She turned her head towards him, sniffing.

"H-help me," She croaked out, giving the response he desired.

She looked at him with cold eyes and the words escaped from her mouth, "I hate you,"

She meant it.

He knew she meant it.

His cold eyes dropped down her face and observed her. Especially her dead eyes. That

stared at him, head to head.

Before she knew it, he dug his fingers into her cheek and attached his lips to hers.

Kissing her. Ravishingly. The kiss held his anger for disobeying him and some other emotion

which she couldn't decipher.

She was out of breath.

...

Her stay in Dubai had prolonged. They weren't supposed to get back until she was

completely fine and fit. She was recovering rapidly. And now she could walk too without

any help.

She was supposed to be discharged in a day or two and the same day they would go back to

Pakistan. She couldn't wait to go back and have a fresh breath. But, also, she was scared and

reluctant at the same time. He knew what awaited her there. He would make her his. He had

told her.

She would go to the ground almost every day for a walk and walk up to the same tree where

she had walked with his help. She wouldn't refrain from showing her hate to him now.

Whether it was rolling her eyes at him, or not making eye contact, she ensured that she

showed her hatred to him. But he paid no heed to her actions. She could do whatever she

desired, say whatever she wanted, but that would not deter him from marrying her. And he

observed everything yet he didn't pay much heed to it.

Right now, she was in the same hospital room when a man walked in and gave him some

sort of news.

It seemed serious as she could tell wheels were turning in his head.

"I don't want my men dying in vain," He said, looking at the man, "If they're so keen to send

me to jail, I'll deal with them in my own way," As now, he stood up, fixing his Rolex around

his wrist, "But first, I need to hunt that spy down. He or she is somewhere around me. Very

close to me," Momentarily, she felt as if his eyes landed on her, making her mouth go dry

and she quickly averted her gaze from him back to the cellphone's screen in her hands.

"That's the first thing I'd do once we reach Pakistan," he announced and she tried her best

to mask her shivering soul.