She doesn't Want Freedom

"I told you I don't want to eat, why are you not getting it? Go out and don't trouble me."

She said in displeasure after looking at her new bodyguard who was bringing her lunch.

Wadan rusticated the last one because of his negligence. He can't endure a single mistake when it comes to the matter of Hadia.

She does like her this new bodyguard because he doesn't look horrible by face but because of the punishment which Wadan imposed on her and keeping her locked in the room for the last two days was enough to spoil her mood.

So she vents out all her anger on her this new bodyguard.

"Ma'am it's sir's order to make you eat your food. Please I'm requesting you to eat it."

He came forward with the tray.

"I told you to go away from here. Don't annoy me otherwise I will make noise."

Wadan guards were also stubborn like him. But she has that much courage to open her tongue only in front of his guards.

"Ok ma'am, I will come later when you cool down a little."

Looking at Hadia's stern expression, he took away the tray and dashed out after locking the door.

As he went out Hadia sat on the bed and in anger, she threw the dupatta (shawl) hanging from her neck to the side.

It's been a while since she sat when the door of her room was again opened.

In a jerk, she gets up from the bed.

"How many times I forbade you that I......"

Before she can utter another word, her tongue left her words in the mid on looking at the man in front of herself.

His eyes were fixed on her when he entered the room.

Wadan put the tray holding in his hand on the side table and himself led to sit on the side chair. It seems as if Hadia lost her voice.

He was sitting with crossed feet staring at her who was wetting her lips.

Getting nervous of his gaze Hadia was fidgeting her fingers restlessly. Wadan didn't like her that habit a bit.

Neither he was saying her nor telling her anything. He was just sitting making her scared of his gaze.

"Why you didn't eat?"

His voice echoed in the silence of the room. On that, Hadia raised her eyes and looked at him.

His muscular chest was quite visible in his white shirt. Hair was scattered on his wide and beautiful forehead. The top two buttons of his shirt were open that's why the tattoo crafted on his neck can be seen.

Like before Hadia's heart urged for a strange wish i.e. to closely look at it.

She immediately jerked her that thought.

"I'm not hungry."

She dried her throat which has been dried because of noticing the seriousness on his face.

Wadan eyes were such that he can easily catch if someone lied to him.

And he was staring at her with a very interesting look on her lying to him. She was sad from him. He knows it was the reason for her not eating food.

"But still you have to eat whether you are hungry or not?"

He raised from his place and took his steps towards her.

Wadan eyes were misleading him on looking at her captivating body without the dupatta (shawl). Her long black hair was open. The mole shining under her beautifully shaped lips always attracts his attention.

His eyes were on her when he came closer to her.

And Hadia was trying a failed attempt to control her uneven breathing.

When taking his steps he stood right in front of her. Instantly, he leaned on her when Hadia, in fear, shut her eyes.

He was picking up a dupatta (shawl) from the bed and wearing it to her.

Hadia came back to her senses on feeling his strong and heavy hands touch on her shoulder.

In her nervousness and fear, she didn't realize that she was standing in front of him and that too without a dupatta (shawl). Instantly, her face turned red in shyness.

"But I am not feeling hungry. If I feel like eating then I will eat."

Collecting herself she turned to the other side. Now she doesn't have the courage to face him.

"I'm telling you in very love Hadia, don't force me to become strict with you."

Taking her arm in his grasp he moved forward. While Hadia was thinking that he was also harsh in his love she rightly named him a stone man.

He took her near to the chair and made her sit on the chair and he also seated beside her on the chair.

"Finish it. You have only ten minutes. You have already a much time because of your useless stubbornness."

He said taking the table to her front. And Hadia just kept gazing at the food. It means now he also set up the time of her eating.

She glanced at the time and started finishing the food in hurry. She has to finish all this in ten minutes. Because of eating hurriedly food stuck in her throat. Her badly coughing is what caught the attention of Wadan.

"Did you come from the forest that you are eating like that or is it the first time you are eating....eat calmly."

He said in his dominating voice and was rubbing her back.

Feeling his strong hand on her back Hadia's heart felt like coming out of her throat. And she then quickly took a glass of water to her lips.

After drinking water she comfortably finished her remaining food. She finds it very hard to chew her food when Wadan penetrating gaze was fixed on her.

While Wadan eyes were fixed on one place.

"Hadia don't get scare of me that much. I'm not that much horrible the way you imagine me."

He said in his sober voice while wiping out the piece of rice below her lips with his finger. Still, his gaze was fixed there.

While Hadia was staring at him with her eyes popping out. After showing his horrible side to her now he was telling her that he isn't horrible.

She wasn't getting what should she respond to him so she finds it better to stay silent. On her silence, he gets up from his place. She ate her food. His work was done here

"How long will I have to stay imprisoned in this house and this room? Even I promised you that I will never do such a mistake again."

His forwarding steps towards the door were halted by Hadia's voice. For a while, he kept standing there silently.

"Very soon you will be set free not only from this room and house but also from me."

He said without turning to her. He then didn't stop but quickly went out of her room.

After listening to his answer, Hadia's heart missed a beat. She wants freedom from this room but she doesn't want freedom from him.