Challenging Him

Shah Mir was seated in a chair smoking a cigarette when Aleezay stepped into his room. There was a strange kind of smell in his room, making her start coughing. Because the windows of the room were kept shut so all the smoke of the cigarette was airing in the room.

Aleezay came forward and stepped in front of him. Like a prince, he was seated on one of the chairs while his feet were stretched on the chair in front of him. 

His eyes were shut and his head was leaning back against the back of the chair. Keeping his eyes closed, he was peacefully taking the puff of a cigarette one after another. 

Aleezay's hands were really itching to strangle him by his throat, but as soon as her eyes ran into the surroundings, she was left stunned. This room was much bigger than her room, very spacious and breathtaking. Everything was neatly organized and properly placed in its place.

The interior of the entire room was speaking out of how expensive the decorations and furniture can be. The walls of the room were painted brown and there was a big glass window covering the entire wall, giving way outside to a terrace. A big portrait almost half the size of the wall of Shah Mir was hanging on the wall. His cold eyes, void of any kind of emotions, were staring at her there.

Sensing the coldness of his eyes and so of his room made a cold chill run down her spine. She quickly averted her eyes and turned her attention towards Shah Mir, who was still leaning back peacefully with closed eyes.

“Speak, why did you call me?” She asked again in the same arrogant tone that Shah Mir doesn't like it at all. Despite threatening and warning her at certain times, still she didn't understand that he didn't like it a bit her egoistic tone and lordliness. 

Her way of asking turned harsh the facial expressions of Shah Mir. As he opened his eyes, he found her standing in front of him, glaring at him. He rubbed the cigarette in the ashtray and sat straight, putting his feet on the floor.

“Why did I call you? Gonna tell you.” He repeated her question and then answered her by looking up at her through the corner of his eye, arching his brow. 

While Aleezay was still standing in front of him with a style, putting her hand on her waist as if she was ready to mount on him. With that, Shah Mir gestured her towards his shoes and Aleezay looked back at him with questioning eyes.

“What's this?” He kept the tone of his voice strict.

“Feet.” She responded heedlessly.

“What's on the feet?” He questioned her back.

“Shoes.” Her tone was still as reckless as before.

“Then why are you gawking at my face? Take it off.” Shah Mir lashes at her, making her look into his eyes in an unknowing gesture, deciphering what he just said to her.

“I said TAKE IT OFF…” This time he raised his voice, making her almost jump in her place.

“Are you mad? What did you think that Aleezay Khan would touch someone's shoes, never.” She said with a scoff apparent on her face, maintaining her composure.

“Hey, it's not dirty. It's clean.” Shah Mir was attentively noticing expressions of scoff on her face.

“Whatever..” She declared herself waving her hand in the air. Seeing her reckless reaction, his lips turned into a devilish smile, but the last words of hers made his face turn into a soar, making him arch his brow at her.

“Huh, so Miss Aleezay Khan, oh I mean Miss Aleezay Shah Mir doesn't touch anyone's shoes. She can't take off anyone's shoes, not even her hubby, huh.” He asked, giving a sharp and thoughtful look at her.

“Never.” She responded to him in his style. Her recklessness was still intact, unaware of what was going to happen to her. 

He passed a deep smile to her and from the look of it, anyone can easily guess that something mischievous and cheap is cooking in his mind. And that happened, he, with a jerk came near her, pulling her closer to himself and said.

“But you can take off the shirt of your hubby, right?” Shah Mir said, piercing his eyes on the features of her face. With a strange look, Aleezay stared into his eyes as if she wasn't expecting this from him.

“Get off.” She became angry, squirming in his grasp.

“Never at all.” He was enjoying turning her feisty.

“I said, get off.” Aleezay was furious over the way he was hovering over her. But it seems obvious he likes forcing himself on her. He tightened his grip on her both arms and leaned over her neck, dropping light feathery kisses everywhere on her skin. First, he was soft and gentle in ravishing his lips over her, but with every passing moment, he turned harsh and into a beast, biting and nipping her skin.

With squeezed lips, Aleezay was enduring his torture which doesn't seem to end anytime soon. She tried resisting but to no avail. His hands were roaming all over her body while his face was hidden in the crook of her neck, tasting every inch of her skin by rubbing his tongue on her neck.

His hold and his kisses were speaking out loud of how savage and heartless he was in his work. But Aleezay was more like enduring his torture than having to taste the pleasure of his work. She couldn't bear his torture for a long time, she tried releasing her hands from his grip and after getting successful, she took out a hairpin and pierced it right in the chest of Shah Mir.

Though it didn't hurt him, he felt an interruption in doing his work which made him move back angrily. Seeing herself out of his grasp, she tried to run away, but he immediately grabbed her, controlling her with his one hand. Meanwhile, the hairpin slipped from her hand and fell on the floor.

“I forbade you, huh….” Shah Mir growled angrily in a low but strict voice. He also further tightened his grip around Aleezay.

“I forbade you, huh.” Aleezay felt as if she turned a deaf ear because of his loud voice which echoed in the whole room. 

“You also have time now. You have only two options. Either you take off my shoes and put them in the front cupboard or open the button of my shirt. I swear, I will forsake you or else you won't know who Shah Mir really is.” He put two options in front of her and they both were unacceptable for her. 

She was feeling ashamed of doing both works. She can never think about taking off anyone's shoes. She was still pondering over his words when she heard his voice again. 

“Five.” She looked up at him with an unknowing expression.

“Four.” She couldn't comprehend what he was going to do with her.

“Three.” He was doing a countdown, taking a death stare in his eyes.

“Two.” He was still giving a warning to her through his eyes.

“One, time up.” Here came the end of her deadline. She snapped at him.