Attraction

17. A spy?

Almost a week or more passed since that traumatic experience, that had created a deep impact on her mind, leaving her unnerving. That too, all the time.

'You'll work for me'

His threat ringed in her ears on and on.

'You'll keep an eye on Moosa all the time,'

Her heart skipped a beat on reminiscing his words.

'Report him to me. And if you didn't or tried to tell him anything, then I'll make sure that your death is written by his hands'

'How? You can't do anything,' she recalled her small protest of challenge.

'I'll show him your videos. Yes, your videos.'

'I'll tell him that I was forced,'

'Go on then. But mark my words. You bear his name now and he won't kill you. Neither he would divorce you. And he can't keep a prostitute as his wife. It's not like he loves you deeply and is truly committed to you. I know in which circumstances this marriage took place. You mean not even a single fuck to him. And that's how, upon knowing the truth, he would make you his slave. A slave in all aspects. And torture you to an extent that you would kill yourself with your own hands. He would never use his own hands to grasp the life out of you, his words and actions would be enough for a fragile girl like you, Roshanay,'

Was his reply, to her small proposition. His green eyes penetrated deep into her honey brown ones. She felt her breath hitching when the words again drummed within her ears.

She was still ambiguous about whether to believe Ayaan or not and how to deal with the whole situation.

'Roshanay, if you didn't act upon my signals then the videos won't only go within Moosa's hands but also on social media. I'll make them viral,'

The only positive thing she thought regarding this marriage was her, requesting him as his wife, to help locate her mother as he was a mafia don but now she couldn't. Ayaan had asked her to do so and demanded her to do as he says.

'I will leave Moosa, once I find my mother Ayaan. Please don't do this to me' She had requested him joining her hands.

'Oh your mother? Where is she?'

'They took her. Once I find her I'll go. Don't drag me into this mess or my husband would kill me'

'How would you find your mother?'

'Why are you asking?'

'Tell me' he pressed

'I'll ask Moosa to help me find her'

'You won't be doing that. Now you'll act according to what I say. You will not ask Moosa to help find your mother until I say. The next time when I'll, I'll bring a phone with you with which you'll be contacting me'

'What?! Are you in your senses? If somehow the truth won't kill me then definitely scheming behind his back would. What are you saying?'

'Shhh.... You will do as I say. I repeat those videos will be viral on social media, the whole world will know who you are'

'What do you want from me? I can't help you!'

'You know why Moosa called me today? To investigate your background. Think if I tell him the truth then? Do you have an idea what can happen to you?'

'Please no. Please no! I'll do as you say. Please don't harm me,'

'Good enough. You have to find a file and I have no idea where it is. It's your task and once you're done with it, you'll contact me with the phone that I'll give you. Now I'm going before your husband dearest come,'