"Hello, Sheharzaad," his dark voice came from the other side of phone making chills run down her spine making her breathless within seconds. She stood up from her chair. Her hands that held the phone began to shiver. His voice alone was making her tremble. After that night, She had began to fear him so much. Him, His presence, His voice. Everything. "Why did you call?" She demanded, trying not to show her fear through her voice but her voice shook in the middle. "Don't get breathless, sweetheart," he stated. Smugness exuding from his voice. "I'm not," She denied. "I can feel that. Your breathless voice is instilled in my ears," he tried to remind her of that night. "Say what you-you want to-to say or I'll c-c-cut the c-ca-all," "I dare you," his voice got deep and serious, getting void of the previous playfulness it had. "You can't..... you can't threat me," she made a failed attempt to warn him. "Oh baby. I can do more that just mere threats," She didn't answer, feeling str

Her breath hitched. Her heart began to pound loudly in ears. Her shoulders hunched as she tried to shrunk away from him but his hand didn't let her. She began to shake like a leaf as her body almost froze. Her teeth clattered with each other. She was in a tight corner. In a blind alley. At a dead end. She knew if he had asked her then that was bound to happen. Nobody would stop and could stop him. That included her as well. The single night that she spent with her was enough to engrave a deep trauma in her mind. It was enough for her to know who he was. And what he could do if something does not go his way. How barbaric he could get. His every word becomes a law. Unless whatever left his mouth won't become the truth, he won't rest in peace. One lesson he taught her within that short span was never to challenge him. She still had the will power and the courage to stand against him in her but the wound to her mind was fresh, that it had her locked her own self in a shell. And the

Half an hour elapsed as now she sat in her new office allotted to her. It was spacious and vast than her previous office. Had an exceptional ventilating system and it felt cozy. Through the large window you could have the view of almost the whole city. A large sofa was on the left. And the table was also huge and well organized. It was much better than her previous one but she wasn't happy. She felt aloof of all the things. Her heart felt down and empty.All in all she was depressed and anxious. The only thing that she wanted the most out of all was somehow get out of Shehryaar's clasps. She couldn't talk back to him, she couldn't resist to his touches because it was engraved within her mind that what he could do if things don't go in his way. He would go to every length in order to assure of what leaving his lips comes the truth. She vividly remember, that night she had denied to him alot of times but every time he drove that resistance out of her and by the end of night, it beca

Her imploring eyes looked at him and the callousness in them haunted her, making her want to act upon as he say. Slowly, her shivering lips moved and she slightly opened them. "Pull out your tongue," A few moments passed but she didn't, unable to guess what was going on in his mind when a metallic sound rose in the silent atmosphere and her eyes fell on the gun he had placed just placed on the table. Slowly, she pulled out her tongue out of her lips and as soon as she did that, the very instant, he held her tongue between his fingers and placed the burning end of smoke on her tongue. A scream erupted from her throat when he changed the position and placed the cigar on another area of her tongue. She felt her tongue burning and the ashy taste of cigaratte on her tongue. Tears flow down her eyes followed by sobs. He was burning her tongue. She couldn't even ask him to stop nor pull back because that would strech her tongue. The intensity of hotness she felt on her tongue was u

Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She was drifted in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and soulless pits staring at her. Deadly and expressionless. Empty and blank. No emotions swirling in them. Rather the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those eyes years ago and all that was left were two void and deep orbs. Deeper than the deepest sea. Darker than the darkest night. But they were focused on her angelic face as if he was a moth and she, the fire. A weird tranquillity appeared in those eyes for a second on seeing her laying there and it was gone as soon as it came. The sudden swirl of emotions got locked as the coldness masked the eyes again. Placing the glass of beer that he had on the table, he stood up and moved further towards her. Kneeling down, his face came parallel to hers as now his eyes could have a complete view of her. Beautiful The first word tha