Attraction

CHAPTER 38

Horror etched on Roshanay's face as she turned towards the crowd who stood at the door. Next, she climbed up the bed and reached for the door so she could run away. She didn't round the bed to reach the other side since Moosa was standing there in the center.

"One step out of this room, Roshanay, and you'll see a fate worst than this dead man," Moosa said, without looking back at her. This ceased her movements immediately and she stopped.

She saw everyone leave. Every maid. Every servant. Not even one stopped to help her and she stood helplessly near the frame of the door.

Farah left as well. But when his mother was about to leave, Roshanay held her dupatta, glancing at her with pleading eyes.

"Please... save me...s-s-s-ave m-m-me... I am...am innocent," she was hiccupping but in a low voice. Her eyes full of tears.

"Mother, you're still here?" Moosa turned towards them, "please close the door once you leave," he said and Afsheen passed a sympathetic glance to her before leaving and closed the door.

Roshanay placed her hands helplessly on the closed door, crying. She has become a shivering mess by now.

She felt him coming closer and she turned around. Her eyes widened to their fullest.

"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back as she began to move towards the nearest wall.

Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own and there she saw the dead body of the man, making her hyperventilate.

He took one more step and she again backed away.

"Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck.

One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.

Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her fore legs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck.

"You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what I want to do with you right now?"

Her fear filled eyes just looked at him and she couldn't find her voice anymore.

"Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered.

Mustering all the courage, she looked up at him and shrieked in her trembling voice, "Please no! Don't do this to me!" and within a flash he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed.

Jumping over, he dug his fingers in her cheeks puckering her lips.

"You need a punishment Roshanay" he gritted before pulling back.

"Please no!" she cried out, trying to go away from him

"Dont you dare utter a word! Not a single voice! I told you, you carry my fucking name! My fucking name! You're my woman!" he shouted making her sob loudly, "And you still had the audacity?!" he roared and this quietened even her shaky breaths. By now his shirt was off of him while his hands released the belt.

"Now face the consequences"

And with a harsh tug, the sound of ripping of her shirt was heard followed by her heart wrenching scream.