Obsession

5. Harassed

Two weeks already had passed since she officially joined the company. Her upline was content with her work and considered her as the asset of the company given the amount of hard work she put in, in her work.

One thing she noticed and had her disturbed was Rafay. She had gauged out he was not the good guy because upon regular intervals, he would somehow try find a mean by which he could touch her. 'Accidentally' placing his hand on hers, making her fall so he could grasp her. Touching her and then apologizing, saying it was a coincidence but she knew it wasn't a coincidence at all.

He was enjoying harassing her.

She had been trying to find the right time to address this matter to him that what he was doing was not right but she was waiting for a reason as she would be applying for a loan within a week. She directly couldn't tell this to her boss because she was new in this company and Rafay could manipulate the situation in his own favour. They would definitely prefer Rafay to Sheharzaad because her position was not as strong as his in this company.

She had came to the conclusion that she would have to bear it for a while and gather proofs to prove her innocence.

Like every other day, she was working till late night in office. The floor was once again drowning in silence that made sound of night bugs prominent. There was no voice other than her fingers tapping against the keyboard.

Her grey eyes were focused on the computer screen as if she was oblivious of the world and just immersed in her work.

Suddenly, she heard the turning down of doorknob of her cabin and she looked up only to get her eyes widen with surprise.

Her brain showed her red flags. Something wasn't right.

"What are you doing here? And at this time?" She asked, standing up from her chair.

"You work under me, I came to check on you,"

Rafay answered.

"But you left at 7,"

"I came to check up on you," the words rolled out of his mouth but in a way that confirmed he was upto no good.

"I would manage, Mr. Rafay. You can go,"

"But I don't want to go," he said stepping closer and closing the door. She didn't notice but he stealthily turned the lock.

"Keep the door open, Mr.Rafay!" she almost shouted.

"There's nobody on this floor, so you can make your voice loud as much as you want,"

"What do you want?" She remained still in her position as he was stepping closer. She didn't want to make her fear evident on her face.

"I want you, Sheharzaad,"

"Are you in your senses?!" She made a disgusting face and tried to hide the panic which was overtaking her.

"I always wanted you since the day my eyes laid on you," he deliriously replied. She could smell the reek of alcohol coming off of him.

"Don't come near me," Her voice came out alarmed as he was coming more and more close.

"Give yourself to me or,"

"Stay away!" She pointed her finger at him, threateningly.

"Or I'll take you by force,"

She stepped backward now.

"HELP!" She began to scream.

"Nobody would listen," he smirked, taking off his belt and his pants coming down to boxers.