A scared pigeon?

A scared pigeon?
Once the food had arrived, Sheryaar asked the maid to set it on a small, adjustable table in
the corner of the room and asked her to leave. When the maid was out of sight, he sat before
her and opened the dishes, only to reveal all her favorite foods before her.
Sheherzaad was surprised to see all the delicacies being her favorites because she was
lowkey expecting him to show her another twisted punishment for disobeying his order. Yet
she was still careful because she knew that she could never be so sure of herself around
him. Nevertheless, it was surprising when he himself served her all the dishes.
Shehryaar looked up once he had served her the dishes. He was utterly clueless about his
actions and sudden care for her, but it seemed like with each passing day he was more
drawn towards her. Howbeit, the man was certain not to develop any soft emotion for her;
for all he knew, she could be like his mother, innocent-looking but deceptive.
Still, he had those trust issues running through his veins.
He leisurely reclined, motioned for her to eat with his hands, and kept watching all her
antics as if she were the 8th wonder of the world. Sheherzaad, on hearing his gesture,
started her meal, uttering a small prayer, and looked at the tempting food before her.
However, she doubted if she could finish all the contents or not. Since the time she was
locked up in that jail, she could not develop her appetite anymore; hence, she would satisfy
herself with a small portion.
In spite of her reluctance to eat a heavy meal, she did not complain, because who knows if
the psycho in him wakes up and he might have another one of his bipolar disorders?
Sheherzaad was halfway through her food, and she was already full. Moreover, the whole
time Sheryaar was staring at her. It did her no good, but she couldn't complain either.
Anyway, it was bewildering when Sheryaar observed how she was struggling to feed herself
and sighed before telling her to stop eating. She had almost become a robot who was
programmed to find chances to avoid him or follow his orders at every cost, even if it
required hurting herself.
"I'm not that evil, Sheherzaad," he spoke, grabbing her attention.
She looked at him with confused eyes.
"Stop. Don't force yourself if you can't eat." Sheherzaad was literally torn between being
grateful or ignorant towards him. It almost felt like he cared, but she knew he didn't. Deep
down, all she knew was that he was a self-centered person whose world revolved just
around him.
Sheherzaad, being extremely careful, kept the food down and looked away from his
predatory eyes, casting her eyes down. Meanwhile, Sheryaar couldn't stop the chuckle
coming out of him; she was literally acting like a cat who was being chased, looking
extremely cute. She thought she was being discreet, but all her emotions were easily
captured in her eyes.
Suddenly, she stood up and pointed towards the door. "Your father... he was calling me. Can
I go?"
He held her hand, pulling her towards him before observing her closely. She gulped.
"Go, Sheherzaad. But come back in an hour."
"I...I will."
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In the evening, when she came back, he called on the intercom to send a maid with some
medicines. Soon enough, the maid entered and gave the medicines to Sheherzaad before
leaving.
Sheryaar handed her the medicines, which she gladly took. Nonetheless, his eyes were
trained on her like hawks, more specifically on her lips, as he watched her tongue cleaning
her lips after drinking water. A sudden thirst to possess her came across his mind.
He snatched the glass away from her hand once she was done and pulled her close to him by
her waist before slamming her front with his and taking her lips in a passionate kiss. The
kiss wasn't too rough or slow; rather, it was deep and fulfilling. It was not like he was
feasting on them; rather, it was like he was memorizing all the pleasures her lips had to
offer. Meanwhile, Sheherzaad was stiffened like usual, just like a statue, until he ordered her
to kiss him back. Therefore, having no option, she slowly started to kiss him.
The kiss continued for a long time until they both were out of breath. Sheherzaad again was
suffering from the same paranoia and flashbacks and tried to break the kiss several times,
but he didn't let her.
Sheryaar rested his forehead on hers as they both started taking deep breaths. He rested his
forehead against hers and looked at her face closely, which was glowing with a beautiful red
blush. He couldn't contemplate what had happened to him, but that night of their wedding,
he felt like gazing at her for the longest time. Her downcast eyes with long lashes, her
beautiful red chubby cheeks, her small nose, her swollen lips, and all over the innocence
shadowing her beauty. And on their wedding day, when he had kissed her, it was like the
best kiss in his life; there was a pure desire and need, a passion, nothing like the angry
kisses he provided just to torture her. He wanted to convey himself through this kiss. That
she meant the world to him.
He steadily raised his hands and caressed her face with utter affection, as if she were a
flower. She was indeed his flower. Even though his brain contradicted every time his heart
whispered she was innocent, his beliefs never let him see beyond all of these. He was
perplexed by all the new, uproarious feelings, but he felt like it wasn't in his hand anymore.
"What should I do with you?" he stated, more like asking himself.
Placing a final gentle kiss on her forehead and ordering her to sleep, he left the room and
went to his study to distract himself from the new thoughts flogging his mind and to go
through some papers his new business partner had sent.
She resembled a scared little pigeon
The next day, she didn't meet him as he went to Islamabad for a week. Much to her relief.