Chapter 99: A Dangerous Game

She had awakened. He wasn't there when her eyes had opened, and she deduced he might

have left long ago. She sat up. A feeling of a lingering kiss on her forehead got to her, making

her rub her forehead frantically when her eyes fixed on the ring on her finger. She had

never dared take it off after that trauma of being thrown down from a building.

"I hate you," she said to herself, "I hate you so much, Shehryaar," and rubbed her forehead

again until it turned red. "Change my name if I marry you," Her jaw clenched, "I swear,

change my name. I will kill myself before being your wife, Shehryaar," she uttered to herself.

Suddenly, the door to her room opened, and he entered. Her eyes broadened in realization.

Her voice was loud enough to reach the ears of anyone standing at that side of the door.

"You?" She cleared her throat, "Are you s-still here?"

"Your plans are very dangerous, Sheharzaad," he said quietly.

And then she knew, he had heard it. Moving her chin up in defiance, she was about to say

something to set him off, but her eyes noticed the grey in his orbs darkening. So she just

hissed slightly to stand her ground, at least, "I don't want to-" she stopped in the middle of

her sentence.

The last time she uttered a similar statement, she had gotten disabled, "marry you," Still, she

said, but in a whisper.

He stepped forward towards her. He kept inching closer and closer until he stood next to

where she sat. Holding her chin, he angled her face up. Bore his eyes and looked straight,

"We will see, Sheharzaad." To her hiss, he replied with a snicker.

"And you never learn, now do you? You're one stubborn piece, and I would love to fuck this

stubbornness out of you on our wedding night."

Her stomach clenched with worry. He sounded so confident and sure that for a moment, her

hope diminished.

She instantly pried his chin from his hold and looked at the dressing table instead. The

mirror, which mirrored her worried face, reflected her anxiety. She could already see the

anxiety rolling off her eyes—the anxiety of her future. But she instantly swayed these

thoughts as the idea of handing that file to Khaleda ran in her mind.

It revived her diminished hope as her eyes turned toward him and looked straight into his.

One file. And she would be free.

Apart from that, she had also sent a letter to Khaleda about the women that Shehryaar had

encaged in his basement. In that letter, she had told Khaleda everything from A to Z

regarding that woman and her condition in the basement. She fervently hoped that would

support her case.

Noticing her glare at him, he arched a brow before moving his thumb up and tracing her

brow gently. "I wonder where this courage is coming from."

The statement alone tightened her throat, but she didn't show it. She didn't want to be too

obvious, so she looked down at the floor, implying his words had affected her.

Though they did.

Next, he picked the car keys from her bedside table and walked out of the room, banging the

door shut on his way. Her body jolted, but she was at peace that he had gone.

...

Amna came back home with Ahmed. They had started shifting their belongings already to

their Multan house. Amna was insisting she run away now, but Shehryaar told her she was

waiting for the right time.

And the right time would come when she would get her hands on that file. She just had two

days in her hands, and out of which, one had already elapsed. Sheharzaad thought it would

raise suspicion if she went to the office on the exact day when she had told him that she

hated him.

Also, she needed a solid reason to devise that could support her presence at the office. She

would not go just like that. As she knew that Shehryaar was aware of how much his

presence was abhorrent for her. Apart from that, Hannan had told her that the doubts of the

customer were cleared, and he would come soon. Sheharzaad had told Hannan about the

engagement and everything, so he tried to make the process of the sale faster.

"Sheharzaad, what do you think? Would we be able to escape?" Amna asked in her worried

voice.

"Hope for the best, Amna. I hope things will turn out the way we want."

"What if we fail? What if you have to marry him in the end?"

A silence loomed over them, which was broken by Sheharzaad's heavy sigh.

"I don't know what I would do. Well, don't worry. Before my marriage, I will make sure that

you two marry. Now tell me how Ahmed Bhai convinced his mother?" She nudged her

elbow at Amna, whose cheeks began to turn red.

"You know when you left, I had to stay with him. And then his mother got to analyze me

closely. She came to like me. She told me I'm a good daughter. As Ahmed is the only child,

you know. I looked after his mother when she got a little sick. Soon, she realized her mistake

too. I forgot to tell you, as things were rushed. She also gave me this ring. So, kind of Ahmed

and I are engaged now."

"What?!!! You both got engaged, and you didn't tell me?!!"

"I was about to tell you, but when did we get a chance to sit together and talk since you

came back from Dubai?"

"Hmm, you're right. My life... my life does not seem like the life I lived the day I came across

him, Amna."

"I'm sorry," Amna placed her hand on Sheharzaad's. "I'm really sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry, Amna. And I apologize for selling your house like this."

"Don't say that. Don't apologize. It must be m-me," Amna's voice cracked, "who sh-ould

apologize to you. I'm so sorry that you have to be with him."