Attraction

CHAPTER 39

UNEDITED 

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Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread.

The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him.

She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest.

Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully.

She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning.

Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second.

Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them.

She was visibly shaking.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call.

And then she knew, she was now center of his attention.

She was rubbing the table clothe on the glass of the table without even glancing him, when through his peripheral vision, she saw him bending forward from his leaning position against the backrest.

A shiver traveled down her spine when she felt the back of his fingers caressing her hand, that held the table clothe.

Gathering courage, she moved her eyes up to look at him. His eyes were fixed on her hands but as soon as she looked up at him, he too moved his orbs and their eyes met.

Roshanay quickly moved her eyes down to her hands.

And this subtle tension between them got disturbed when the door to the study was barged open and came inside two maids.

"Have you don-" Maria stopped in mid-sentence, seeing Moosa there, who was looking at her. Her face paled.

"I'm sorry sir! I'm sorry sir!" she bowed her head and the other one also who came following Maria. They both stepped out, closing the door.

And that's when his gaze again shifted to her. He saw her slowly retreating her hand back to herself, when he grasped her wrist. He felt how her hands shook badly, as if they had no life or energy in them. Her dainty wrists in his large palm.

She wasn't even looking up at him. Just shaking. Shivering.

He began to caress her hands, encaged in his palm. Feeling the softness. Silkiness.

And suddenly the door was opened again, announcing the presence of Farah. As soon as Roshanay saw this, she tried to subtly snatch her hands from Moosa but he didn't let her go. With a firm grasp on her wrist, he sent the impression by what he meant.

Farah's eyes went to her hands held by him before she looked at Roshanay, who looked away and then to Moosa, who was staring back at her, blankly.

"Umm... Moosa... I need to talk... talk about something," Farah said trying to play cool, her eyes kept on flickering to her wrists in his palm.

"Later," came Moosa's response, before he flicked his fingers, "leave," and drifted his attention back to the quivering Roshanay on her knees.

"But-"

"Leave," he stated firmly, without even glancing her as his eyes were on Roshanay.

Roshanay knew that Farah would be harassing her now. She can even harm her mother as well. And Roshanay won't be able to look at Moosa for help as well.