He changed her

He changed her
"That is cute," he tucked her stray tresses behind her ear, and her shoulders raised up as a
response. She wished she had a shell like a turtle so she could retrieve herself in one. His
eyes fixed on her hair and then moved to her face, which had almost paled and turned
white. Tears were already prepared to run down her eyes. Her teeth were clattering, and
her lips were shivering. "But it angers me when you do it on purpose." This dialogue sent
chills through her. The tears accumulated in her eyes and began to fall.
"Do you do it on purpose?" he questioned darkly. She looked up at him like a scared child
and shook her head.
"Lies, little lady. You just lied to me." She whimpered in response, realizing the grave error
she had committed.
"I'm sorry," It was not even a whisper.
"I'm a man of needs. And you're my need, Sheharzaad." Her heart dropped.
She began to sniffle. At the same time, she ran short of breath. She knew what this line
meant and what he was indicating.
"Do you get it?"
She remained quiet, but small sniffles kept escaping from her nose and mouth. It was then
that he released her, allowing her body to breathe properly.
"I did not hear a response?"
"J-J-Jee," she whispered in an inaudible tone.
(Yes)
"Hmm?" He instigated her to bring more volume to her voice.
"Y-yes," This time she said loudly.
He turned her toward himself. The pad of his thumb cleared the tears streaking her cheeks.
"I'm letting it go," he said, his thumb caressing her cheekbones, "but if I ever find out that
you've been taking those pills without my knowledge and purposely avoiding me, then—"
Immediately, her hand moved, and she placed it on his lips, not letting him finish the threat.
One thing Sheharzaad was aware of was his ability to carry out his threat. She didn't want to
listen to what he would be doing with her.
He kissed the palm of her hand before taking it in his, chuckling.
"I won't have you complaining next time," she said in a low and barely audible voice.
"Alright. I won't do anything but," suddenly he held her waist and pushed her closer to him,
"now I want to do a lot of things with you, little lady."
His nose paralleled with hers as he tilted his head and kissed her. His hand slowly moved
the zipper of her shirt down as the heat escalated between them. His desire reached new
heights.
And before things could reach the climax, she fainted.
Her dainty body was in his secure arms. He stared at her closed eyes, tracing her brows
with his thumb.
"You were never like this, Sheharzaad," he uttered.
She had changed so much.
He changed her...
.......
She had been a dutiful wife as she should be. After she came to know that he had realized
her intentions, it was impossible for her to avoid him because he had mentioned in clear-cut
words that he would punish her. And getting punished by him would not be the last thing
she wanted.
She would wake up early before he did, prepare breakfast for him, have his clothes
prepared, wait for him late at night until he came back, and only then would she sleep. She
would literally walk on eggshells around him, hoping he wouldn't get a chance to complain
next time.
Numerous times, he had physically approached her, and every time she would faint. And the
next morning, she would be extra vigilant. He had not reprimanded her as such on this
topic. This was something terrifying her since she thought he would punish her for fainting
in response to his physical advances.
Currently, she was in the kitchen, making coffee for him. She had come to know that he
started his day with coffee, and since then, she took that responsibility as well. It was the
third cup she was making, as the first two cups were not up to the mark, so she had to waste
them.
As she had said, she wouldn't give him any chance to complain.
Pouring the coffee into the cup, she placed it on the saucer and carried it to his study, where,
as usual, he was working. He was the most workaholic person she had ever seen in her life.
Even though she was also a workaholic when it came to fulfilling commitments of any sort,
she came nowhere near his commitment and dedication to his work. He worked 24/7. And
probably that was the reason he had kept the business and mafia under his control.
On her way to his study, she met Dua, who passed her a smile. Dua was a nice girl. This was
what Sheharzaad gauged about her. She would sometimes have little chit-chat with
Sheharzaad in the kitchen when she was preparing food for Shehryaar. It was Dua who told
her what sort of breakfast he wanted, at what time, and what coffee he liked.
Sheharzaad, too, would sometimes question Dua about the roots of the family. She would
answer each one of them, but whenever it would come to her mother, Dua would remain
quiet. A steely expression would come over her face, and she would change the topic.
Through Dua, Sheharzaad came to know that their mother died while they were all young in
an accident. Afterward, it was their grandfather who brought up Shehryaar and Irtaza and
their grandmother who brought up Dua. Shehryaar was particularly closer to his
grandfather than all the members of his family. And to this day, Sheharzaad could see the
influence Shehryaar had from his grandfather. The reflection and the aura of his
grandfather he carried within himself. He resembled his grandpa more than his father.
Dua also told that he was just seven or eight when he accompanied his grandfather in
murders. And just ten when he was to kill a suspect in a case that was being solved under
their grandfather's supervision.
Upon asking, Dua told that their grandfather was and still is the epitome of danger. His
verdict is the final word. Nobody could challenge him over that. Shehryaar and Irtaza highly
regarded his words.