CHAPTER 21
Shehnaaz's POV
I have to think something to stop this marriage. I can't let it happen, especially when the groom is none other than a motherfucking asshole!
I am pacing back and forth in my cabin furiously, while Emma is just looking at me from left to right, munching her chips.
"Problem kya hai?" She sighed, making me stop and look at her.
"Problem? He is not a problem, he is a fucking headache!" I said, pulling my hair in frustration before sitting on the chair infront of her.
"Tomorrow is your wedding." She said.
"Wow, thanks for letting me know!" I glared at her. I divert my attention to my phone which was vibrating.
Miss. Dinosaur.
Argh! Now what does she want?
"Bhauko!" I answered.
"Excuse me?" Came her screeching voice.
"Why have you called?" I asked.
"Sidharth sir wants you in his office." She answered.
"Tell him I'm busy!" I flared my nostrils.
"Okay, then he will come to you." She replied making me want to strangle him and her both.
"Fine! Coming." I hang up before she can say further.
"What happened?" Emma asked curiously. "My headache is calling me." I muttered before storming towards his office.
I knocked on his door, before the handle turned into green and I got inside. My eyes stared at him, who was leaning his back against his desk, while reading some file on his hand.
His white shirt has creased, which shows he's been working too much. His hair messy, his blazer laying on the couch while his sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms.
Veiny delicious forearms!
What is wrong with you, Sana? You are not like this!
"Done staring at me?" He moved his gaze at me, making me startled.
"I wasn't stating at you!" I narrowed my eyes.
"Yeah, you were gawking at me." He smirked while I rolled my eyes.
"Keep dreaming."
"Stop doing that!" His gaze suddenly turned into glare. "Doing what?" I raised my brows, folding my arms.
He came close to me, pulling me towards him by my hands, making my chest crashed with his body.
"Stop rolling your eyes at me." He warned, his voice stern.
"Or what?" I asked, again rolling my eyes at him. In the next moment, I found him spinning my body as my back hit the desk behind me, while his hands caged me.
"Or you will regret the consequences." He seethed near my lips, while his eyes were on my lips, his voice low and deep, making my heart do flips and turns inside me.
"Jaane do." I whispered, pushing his chest.
"Kabhi nahi." He replied, taking my breath away.
Why does this sound so sexy and so strange?
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You can't even imagine what I want." Came his raspy breath.
"I don't even care whatever it is!" I seethed, although I wanted to know what does he wants from me.
"Why have you called me?" I asked calmly, ignoring the fact that he is too close to me, invading my personal space and I am not liking this.
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Fanfiction"Why?" I asked. He didn't answer me, his eyes were calm and cold. "You cannot just take anybody's life!" I yelled at him. He took a step towards me, putting his hands in the pockets of his slacks. "I can." He snapped. "But why? It's not like you...
