With a sprained ankle, she sat in the bed, hissing every now and then. While descending down the stairs, her foot had accidentally twisted and she lost her footing. As soon as she was about to fell, he held her and then she had realized her foot had been badly sprained, making her croak out with pain. Upon realizing, he held her in his arms and carried her bridal style all the way from plane to the car and from car to the hotel room. She had wriggled in his arms, protestingly yet a glare from his side and she shut her eyes tightly.
A team of doctor had already came, rushing to check up on her on Shehryaar's demand.
As now she sat there. They were in their room now in one of the most expensive hotel in the world. His meeting was bound to be within two hours but he was just rashly making calls after the sudden call he had received at the plane.
She didn't dare ask him what happened because by looking how tense he was, she knew something serious happened. Her tension had increased by leaps and bounds when she heard the words 'money laundering', 'model' and last but not the least, 'fbi'
"I realized that. Find that spy in my company and kill her before I get to set my eyes on her. Make sure to cease the money laundering for now. I will deal it with myself when I come back to Pakistan," he barked orders on the phone.
Her breath was still struck in her throat.
It seemed like her recording has started playing it's role. She hoped, hoped with all her might that she would reach the country before Shehryaar would come to know about her.
With her hands in her lap, she sat on bed and just continued to stare at the floor. She wanted him to stop making calls one after another and take a breath so she could request him to shift to another room. She can't just sleep with him in the same room. She can't.
He was still growling commands on the phone, asking for camera footages, some sort of files, kidnapping someone and what not.
He at last dropped himself on the bed and took a deep breath, before crossing his legs while his shoes were on.
Sheharzaad got tense as she fixed herself before settling the scarf on her head and scooted away. Rather she stood up, immediately and limped to the royal blue couch. The medicine was already playing its role, her ankle didn't hurt much.
She was thankful that he let her go without any protest.
"S-sir?" she called out, her tone gentle.
Her eyes detected a small smirk forming on his lips.
He had one of his arm on his eyes as he hummed questioningly in response.
Her toes curled inward, "B-baat karni hai, zruri," she said in a hushed tone.
(I want to talk about something important)
The fact that he was on the same bed as hers was turning her whole body clammy and squirming.
"Bolain," he muttered, still not removing his arm from his forehead.
(Speak)
"Can I go to m-my room?"
She heard him chuckle as he removed his arm from his eyes, before settling his grey eyes on her.
Imagine those ethereal otherworldly eyes staring into your soul. I think my heart would stop for a second.
"Which room?" he asked, with mirth dancing in his eyes
She fiddled with her fingers, "m-my room?"
"This is your room," he announced and the mirth disappeared.
"But I-I can here...one room, you... I c-can't," she mumbled, a deep frown of worry adorning her beautiful forehead.
He gave a lop-sided smirk, "you can't go away," he gave his verdict, "not now," he whispered inaudibly.
"Please," she beseeched, "please let me go," she saw him laying back in his prior position, paying no heed at her.
"Never," he muttered under his breath and she couldn't quite catch that.
"Hunh?" she asked.
"Kuch nahi," Came his taut reply, "you are not going anywhere,"
(Nothing)
Apparently he had developed an infatuation for the small girl wrapped up in a tulip colored shawl.
A few moments later, he sat up and she assumed he was done taking rest.
Walking towards her, he perched her chin between his fingers, "Don't step out without my permission," he commanded in a low whisper with his eyes penetrating in hers and soon he disappeared out of the room.
That's when she released a breath and her anxiety came up. She had to inform Khaleda of his next move. Retrieving the number once Khaleda gave her in case of emergency, she dialed it via telecom and it was answered.
Khaleda's hushed and breathless voice came from other side, "he is coming for you. He knows that there is a spy in this company,"
Khaleda was quick to respond, "ok, ok. I get it. Don't worry. I'll inform my officials,"
"And he ceased the money laundering too," she apprised, and cautiously stole the glance of door.
"Ok. Great. I will look into this too. Why do you sound fretful? Calm down. Be normal,"
"Okay. I will. Please save me from him," Sheharzaad whispered desperately.
"Mind me asking, is that a landline?" Khaleda questioned.
"Yes. It is. A hotel's landline," came her nonchalant response when she heard horrified gasps from the other sound of phone, that had Sheharzaad go in panic.
"What happened?" she asked with paled face.
"Cut the call now. Now!"
"What happened?!" Sheharzaad cried out, "am I going to be in trouble?" In the silent room, her tremulous voice thundered.
On the cue, the door opened and Shehryaar walked in. On their own accord, her eyes broadened. Pumping organ in her chest was now beating in her throat. Irregularly and unpredictably.
"I will talk to you later, Amna. Allah hafiz," she whispered in a hushed tone and placed the receiver down. The subtly shivering of her hands didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Who?" he just asked.
"Amna," she replied, looking straight in his eyes, "she was missing me,"
He approached her with calm and collected steps. Her legs stood up on their own accord as they both faced each other now.
His menacing and darkened aura surrounded her. The desperation and unpredicatbility was evident in her eyes as she expected his response. Her eyes trying to search through his eyes just to gauge what he had been thinking but all she came across was just darkness. All she could figure out were two emotionless pits staring back at her.
Suddenly a smile, devilish smile, popped on his lips as he moved his callous hand that was prior stuffed in his pocket, and fixed her hair from her shoulder to her back.
Leaning down, he leveled his eyes with hers, "Have I done anything?" he questioned and she shook her head, immediately.
"No," her verbal response immediately came when she saw him inhaling an impatient breath.
"So why do you shiver?"
Her throat bobbed up and down as she could only gulp in response. Her breathlessness increased narrowing down to fretful whimpers.
"Hmm Sheharzaad?" he asked lowly in his rich and throaty voice
"I-I thought I wasn't allowed to...call," she responded.
He straightened up, making her take a step back from him, "Is that so? My obedient girl," his fingers cursorily caressing her nose. "Lay down and sleep," he commanded and she followed as he settled the blanket around her. As he was about to straighten up from his bending position, his words reached her ears, "Don't get so breathless, sweetheart. It just arises suspicion," he stood up, before collecting his gun and fixed it in his holster and went away.
She was now beginning to think, she was in trouble.