THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

32. HIS OWNERSHIP OVER HER!

HEY GUYS! 1st of all I apologize for taking a whole week & well one more day in the week to update... I have no explanations to give to you, cause I know it was confusions on my part this time...

I wanted to take story fast so added a few episodes together, & I hope this will be enough to satiate you, my LITTLE READING MONSTERS... Heehe... Well yeah these days I'm very much into naming all, & well you guys are my darling Sweet little reading Monsters!😍

Ishana gulped hard, as she stood outside the same building she is an intern in... Well now no longer a mere intern, but the girlfriend of the CEO of the company, & the word itself made her shudder with overwhelming emotions.

She shook her head as she made her way towards the building, almost hiding her form, knowing the scene here too well. She knew she'd be judged & given names, & she didn't want that at all.After coming to India, it took her one whole week to get on her feet without staggering, & well as soon as she was alright, she walked in to her office. She knew her absence would be taken as another topic to gossip about in the office, so from 'the-girl-who-survived' she has become the 'most-scandalous-slut-of-the-century' for her coworkers...

Though she was glad that Diya & Piyush, her only friends in the office didn't think so about her, & well Diya also got into a fight in the office with some of her colleagues when they called Ishana names behind her back. In fact Diya & Piyush also came to meet her at her apartment, & also her friend Neel came to see her, who even completed her pending college assignments...

Ishana had come back to her home the very day she got consciousness, being a stubborn, self-respected head that she is, she decided not to be more indebted to her kind Boss than she already is...

He indeed is a grumpy, arrogant, pompous asshole, no doubt in that, but not bad at heart. Obviously being at the place he is made him that way... It was no joke to be the CEO of such a successful enterprise at the age of mere 27!

She yet remembered when she was walking away after taking his leave, he was royally sitting on the couch of the living room of his royal penthouse, while his intense eyes were fixed upon her, with emotions she could never decipher, or maybe she didn't want to decipher, for if she did, she knew she won't be able to accomplish her mission of staying away from him...

He is her light, but her fate is written on the darkest of the sheets which the ink of blood, & if he tries to enlighten her, he'd become dark himself, & she never wanted that, never for the man who had been her Savior, had been her inspiration, the one & the only one to make her wounded heart heal & beat, not just pump the blood like a machine, but live & dream, dream of him, with him, about him...

When she had told him she was going, he didn't say anything, just kept on looking at her, making her more nervous, as she, with her shaky legs turned around, & was about to take her first step leaving her heart under his feet, when he held her hand & her heartbeats skyrocketed!

She half-turned to look at him, her forehead holding sweat beads already, like he didn't just hold her hand, but touched her, touched her like owing her inside-out, & she felt like that was what she was longing for.... Maybe she wanted him to own her, to hold her, to stop her...

But could she afford staying around him when she knew she is cursed, cursed with loneliness, tears, heartbreaks, cursed by the yet fresh blood she still stinks of...

"Stay!" spoke he, his voice low like always, but a desperation visible in it.

She blinked her teary eyes, knowing somewhere he wasn't asking her to stay then, for a minute, an hour, or a day or two, he was somewhere asking her to name her his, forever, & then to never-ever leave him at all...