My Tormentor, My Saviour

Asking Progress

For a long time, Ayaan was trying the Sikandar number, but he found it switched off every time. Then he has to call Farid.

"Yes sir."

"Farid, are you with Sikandar? Let me talk with him. His phone is coming off." He asked hastily and Farid started telling him everything in detail. While Ayaan felt that the ground slipped under his feet.

Without informing anyone in the home, he went to the Shah palace.

"Farid, where is Sikandar?" Ayaan came inside in running. He found Farid standing in the lounge with a tense face.

  "Sir ....he Shah sir....."

"What happened to Shah? Where is he?" After not finding Sikandar in his room, he asked again, running back to Farid. Farid can sense the apparent restlessness for Sikandar in his demeanor.

  "Sir he."

"What he....speak up." Ayaan instantly roared at him. Farid getting scared, uttered quickly.

  "Sir...sir is upstairs....."

"What?" Without listening to what further he is saying, he hurriedly climbed upstairs by climbing two stairs at a time. After coming to the second floor, he stood in front of a room. As he turned the knob of the door, he found it locked.

"Shah... open the door, please.... open the door, Shah..... Shah please open the door....listen Shah, if you didn't open it, then I swear I will break that damn door." When the door didn't open after knocking on it for a good amount of time, Ayaan has to threaten him.

"Sh...." But before that Ayaan can take a harsh step, the door was unlocked. After opening the door, Sikandar Shah went back to his seat on his specific chair and lightened the cigarette.

As Ayaan came inside, he started coughing badly because of the intoxicated smell of wine and cigarettes. Rushing the smoke with his hand, he came near him. And in extreme rage, he snatched the cigarette, which was near to his mouth, and rubbed it in the ashtray. He can see the ashtray was already filled with ashes of cigarettes.

This is the hidden room of the Shah palace where every kind of expensive wine was present. There was nothing more than bottles of wine and a stylish single couch placed with two chairs. This is Sikandar shelter room where he used to come whenever he felt himself extremely broken from inside.

In an attempt to hide his bruises and grief, he used to sit here devouring the poison inside of himself. This room though looks beautiful from the outside, but seems nothing more than a death zone.

"Shah, why did you do this....?" Ayaan asked, sitting in the chair in front of him. He was asking him about the meeting.

"Shah... leave it....why have you become an enemy of yourself?" Ignoring his question, Sikandar picked up the bottle of wine placed in front of him. But Ayaan also snatched it from him and threw it on the ground.

"Just because of a stupid girl, you incurred yourself with such a big loss. Why.... Shah why? This contract was your dream....then why? You struggled day and night for this one contract...and what came its outcome? That Khan group took the contract... just because of your short tempredness and acting emotionally....." Ayaan was roaming in his room in a restless state, sneering angrily as he stood in front of him. His eyes turned red blood shot because of the extremeness of his furiousness.

Clenching his fists, he was on the verge of losing his patience. The upheaval running inside of him was about to burst any time soon.

"Shah..." In Ayaan's voice, sadness was apparent.