Harassed

Two weeks already had passed since she officially joined the company. Her upline was content with her work and considered her as the asset of the company given the amount of hard work she put in, in her work.

One thing she noticed and had her disturbed was Rafay. She had gauged out he was not the good guy because upon regular intervals, he would somehow try find a mean by which he could touch her. 'Accidentally' placing his hand on hers, making her fall so he could grasp her. Touching her and then apologizing, saying it was a coincidence but she knew it wasn't a coincidence at all.

He was enjoying harassing her. 

She had been trying to find the right time to address this matter to him that what he was doing was not right but she was waiting for a reason as she would be applying for a loan within a week. She directly couldn't tell this to her boss because she was new in this company and Rafay could manipulate the situation in his own favour. They would definitely prefer Rafay to Sheharzaad because her position was not as strong as his in this company.    

She had came to the conclusion that she would have to bear it for a while and gather proofs to prove her innocence.

Like every other day, she was working till late night in office. The floor was once again drowning in silence that made sound of night bugs prominent. There was no voice other than her fingers tapping against the keyboard. 

Her grey eyes were focused on the computer screen as if she was oblivious of the world and just immersed in her work. 

Suddenly, she heard the turning down of doorknob of her cabin and she looked up only to get  her eyes widen with surprise.

Her brain showed her red flags. Something wasn't right. 

"What are you doing here? And at this time?" She asked, standing up from her chair.

"You work under me, I came to check on you,"

Rafay answered.

"But you left at 7,"

"I came to check up on you," the words rolled out of his mouth but in a way that confirmed he was upto no good.

"I would manage, Mr. Rafay. You can go,"

"But I don't want to go," he said stepping closer and closing the door. She didn't notice but he stealthily turned the lock.

"Keep the door open, Mr.Rafay!" she almost shouted.

"There's nobody on this floor, so you can make your voice loud as much as you want,"

"What do you want?" She remained still in her position as he was stepping closer. She didn't want to make her fear evident on her face.

"I want you, Sheharzaad,"

"Are you in your senses?!" She made a disgusting face and tried to hide the panic which was overtaking her.

"I always wanted you since the day my eyes laid on you," he deliriously replied. She could smell the reek of alcohol coming off of him.

"Don't come near me," Her voice came out alarmed as he was coming more and more close.

"Give yourself to me or,"

"Stay away!" She pointed her finger at him, threateningly.

"Or I'll take you by force,"

She stepped backward now. 

"HELP!" She began to scream.

"Nobody would listen," he smirked, taking off his belt and his pants coming down to boxers.

Her eyes widened more and she screamed, "HELP!" She was desperately trying to find some equipment with which she could attack him.

"Even if we would have sex over here then still you won't be able to do anything. It's you who seduced me and asked me to come over here. I have proofs" he stated with mirth and came closer to her.

"Stay away, bastard!"

"I want to show you what a bastard is," he lunged at her, grasping her neck in the process and pasted his lips on her but on the cue, she managed to take a hold of the vase and smashed at his head.

He shouted with pain, placing his hand on his head and she rushed towards the door. She struggled to open it as her hands were shivering badly. She turned her head to look at him and the very next second, she screamed with pain when the buckle of his belt landed at her face.

"BITCH!" He groaned with restrained voice. He strolled towards her and landed a slap on her face that made her land on the floor and he got on the top of her.

"Leave me!" She screamed, helplessly, "LEAVE ME!" She was shouting, helplessly, but he got a hold of her dupatta and threw it away.

"Not yet. Let me have you," he said and she struggled underneath him but he locked her movements by putting his weight on her and tied her hands with her dupatta.

"Leave me!" she pleaded and writhed under him but he was lost in his lust and his hand invaded her trouser. 

"Don't ruin me," she hiccupped, "Allah is watching. Don't ruin me," she sobbed. 

"You texted me then what's this drama. I know you're a slut," He slowly began to pull her trouser down making her thrash her legs. 

"And it was actually you who seduced me, so don't ever dare to take my name," he warned, "I know you are a bitch and you seduce men," he said and she spat on his face.

The colors on his face changed making his face red with anger. His jaw clenched and he got off of her. 

"How dare you?"

"How dare you!" she sobbed, "how dare you!" she cried out, her eyes staring at the sky visible from the window in her room. "Ya Allah!" she again screamed helplessly, as if calling God for help. "Ya Allah!" she said again but her voice was losing its strength.

"I've thought to be lenient with you but I don't think you deserve that," he jeered with rage and stood up from his position and untied her hands before grasping her hair and walked her towards the table, "now I'll bend you over this table," he gritted, "and fuck your ass," he said and torn off her kameez from the back making her wail.

"Leave me! You bastard, you pervert, Leave me! If you really are your father's son then let me go" Her pleads were not listened by him as he threw her on the table and turned around to get her dupatta through which he could tie her hands. He bent down to get the scarf and as soon as he retained her posture and turned around, another vase landed on his face again but this time around with full force making his forehead bleed profusely. Sheharzaad gave him a push with all her strength and he fell down on the floor, croaking in pain.

She hurriedly unlocked the door and rushed out yet her peripheral vision had caught him standing up and lunging towards her. Only if she were two seconds late, he would have caught her again.

She rushed towards the lift but could already hear his footsteps coming behind her. She didn't turn back or else it would have her loose her courage. Her body was in a fight or flight mode. She was running with all her might.

As soon as she reached the lift, she thrashed its button harshly and hurriedly so the doors would open but they didn't. She felt the footsteps coming closer and closer but the lift was not opening. She turned around and looked towards him. Curling her finger she asked him to come closer and he happily did. As soon as he was in his vicinity, she smashed her hand bag that she had caught before running from the office on his face making him loose his balance again. She decided to take the CEO's lift because it was all time available. She dashed towards the CEO's chamber. Her fear increased ten-fold when she didn't feel his steps following her anymore.

She pushed the button violently but the door wasn't opening.

"Sheharzaad, I'm coming," he sung, threatening her and her throat clogged up.

"Please open fast," she prayed, "Please open!" she banged the doors of the lift.

"The lift won't open my dear. I have changed the settings," he said loudly and her heart dropped. The stairs were far from the CEO's elevator and if she went there, he will catch her. She could hear his footsteps coming towards the corridor.

She turned around and he was already walking across the corridor and coming towards her. His belt and her dupatta were in his hands.

"Don't please, don't!" She screamed and again pressed the buttons of the lift to which Rafay laughed. 

He came closer and closer towards her and she pressed her back against the wall whilst looking towards him. There was practically no place to run. She can't go anywhere, only the thing that could save her would be a miracle. 

Rafay came and stood just infront her, "We can have sex over here as well," 

She joined her hands infront him, "fear that God and let me go," she cried out. 

"I'll have you and then you can go," he smirked and nuzzled his face in her neck when the door of the lift suddenly opened making Sheharzaad push Rafay away. 

Rafay's eyes widened and his face paled. Sweat formed on his head and his body began to shiver.

Sheharzaad turned around only to witness that same man standing there with whom she crashed the last time. A ray of hope shone in her eyes and she ran towards him.

"Please help me! Please!" she joined her hands infront him while sobbing. 

He looked at her and then at Rafay.

"Please (hiccup) save me, (hiccup) sav...sav..save me," suddenly she lost the hold on herself, losing consciousness that made her fall down but before she could fell, his hand steadily moved and wrapped around her waist.

"She is lying, sir. I swear, she called me," she heard Rafay saying, when she slightly opened her grey eyes and looked into his mesmerizing ones.

She shook her head in a no trying to deny his accusations before drifting into darkness.

..........

He was sitting on the sofa and Rafay stood infront him, with his hands crossed and eyes looking down. Face paled and body slightly shivering.

Shehryaar had carried Sheharzaad in his arms to his office and laid her on one of the sofas as she was unconscious.

"Should I believe it already that you're at fault?" Shehryaar's dark voice tore through the thick atmosphere making Rafay vigilant as he looked up at him.

"No sir,"

"Then start speaking," he ordered while crossing his foot on the knee of his other leg and sprawling one of his arms on the sofa head.

"Sir, I apologize for my error. But trust me she called me in her office saying there is an urgent piece of work. I came rushing and she began to seduce me and when I said no to her, she began to scream and run in opposite direction. Feels like the denial didn't sit well with her," Rafay tried to manipulate him.

Shehryaar only gave a nod to him when his eyes moved towards her.

"Sir please trust me. I'm not at fault,"

"I let you spoke only because I thought I might be missing something. You may go,"

"Sir, please believe me," Rafay begged. He knew what kind of a sharp and quick-witted person Shehryaar Haider Syed was and at the moment more than his job, he was feeling threatened about his life. Because if this incident would have gotten the attention of media then his company may have suffered a back lash and Rafay knew how much he was obsessed he was with his work and reputation. He had unknowingly made an attempt to tarnish his company's reputation which Shehryaar won't bear at any cost. 

"Sir, she texted me and called me to the office. In that office, she was acting all seductive but suddenly she began to run out of the office when I said that we should stop now. She called me. She is a whore. Please believe me,"

"Rafay Alvi," his voice came out steely. He wasn't liking what Rafay was saying.

"Yes sir,"

"Get out of my office or I would become more than certain that it was you who is playing victim,"

"Yes, yes sir," he said, breathlessly and turned around to reach the office door when suddenly a bullet was shot at his leg and he fell down. He screamed in agony when Shehryaar made a call and within seconds some bulky men came in his office and took Rafay away.

Now it was just him and her alone in the office. His eyes once again landed her and he again looked away. He walked to his desk and began to do his work for which he came. 

Never in his wildest dreams did he think, he would be encountering such a situation. His intuition was saying Rafay was the one who was after her yet his mind, his twisted mind forced him to not to believe a woman. But if Rafay would be the one at fault then that means he tried to corrode the company's position in the market, a grave sin that he won't sustain.

On and on, his attention would be diverted towards her. He didn't know why. Though he was very much busy in his work but still her unconscious form was grasping his attention as if he wanted to have a clear look of her.

Atlast not being able to resist that unusual feeling, he stood up and moved towards her to have a closer look of her. Her jet black hair were covering half of her face so he tucked them behind her ear. 

She was bewitching.

So pretty, so beautiful. Enchanting.

Her lashes were thick and her cheekbones accentuated, her lips more like a rose. She had him spell bound for a moment. And out of all the things, his devilish mind for the very first time could see innocence on someone's face.

That innocence apparent on her face made his heart skip a beat.

His fingers moved on their own and began to caress her cheek. His actions oblivious to him even.

At that very moment, he knew and was sure he wanted her. He wanted his lips on hers. He wanted those eyes to look at him while he would pound into her in his bed. He wanted her body under his command.

He retrieved his fingers back but his grey eyes analysed the beauty. The innocence. He was bewitched.

He was enthralled by her when she opened her eyes and hers connected with his.

Grey against grey.

One couldn't tell, who had a more mesmerizing pair of grey eyes, her or him?

It was the second time in a decade when his heart once again skipped a beat.

Her mere eyes had that captivity that one would want to look in them, forever.

She instantly sat up and pulled back against the sofa upon finding herself alone with someone.

"Mera dupatta," she began to hurriedly look around for her scarf when Shehryaar straightened his position.

(My scarf)

She covered her chest with her hands and looked left and right, trying to find her scarf. Her heart was running a mile a minute. She had came to the conclusion who was he.

She was alone with the CEO of the company and that too at this time of the night. She had gauged out by now, Rafay was gone.

"Get up," he ordered and she looked up at him.

"Get up," he stressed moving his brows up and she stood up gulping. She took a few steps back to create a safe distance between them and looked down. She was lowkey afraid. And he could conclude that given how tightly she was fisting her shirt and covering her chest as well.

He strolled towards his chair and got his coat that was hung on the ear of the chair. He picked it and walked towards her before moving behind her. As soon as he walked towards her back, she turned herself around, aware the back of her shirt was torn and he would see it. 

She looked at him anxiously.

"You don't want it?" he asked and she looked towards his coat and then up at him. After a few moments, she gave him a small nod.

"Then?"

"My shirt...it is torn," she replied, looking away. 

He simply handed her over his jacket which she happily wear.

"What had happened, Sheharzaad?" Her name sounded so different to her when uttered in his voice.

She raised her lashes and looked up at him. 

"I was...working in the office. I was...and he came...and he..." her voice began to crack but she needed to complete her sentence. She had to tell him the story from point O. He was the boss and his decision would be final. It was very necessary to take him under confidence. 

"Then?" he raised his brow in a questioning manner and she tried to compose herself. The incident was deeply engraved in her mind.

"Then he said, he wants me. He.. he said I called him and he said....I will not tell anyone about this. They will believe him and not you and then... he tried to force himself on me when you came,"

He just poked his tongue against his cheek and gave him a small nod. 

"Come I'll drop you home,"

She suddenly became alarmed. "There is no need for that. I live far away. I don't want to bother you,"

"How much far?" he asked.

"An hour ride. Aap kiu puch rhai hein?" She asked, getting anxious. She can't trust him. Men would be men. No matter what. She would stay whole night in the office till dawn but she won't go with any unknown man. That was why she wasn't telling him about her exact location. Because he was also an unknown person and let alone telling him her home address. That was a big no.

(Why are you asking)

"You don't live that far," he stated quietly, slightly narrowing his eyes at her.

Her mouth hung open with surprise. Her face depicted the, 'how do you know?' look.

"I know my employees, Sheharzaad. Never lie to me again" he stated, addressing the lie she had told about her home address.

"Yes sir," she nodded her head, looking down.

"Let's go. I'll drop you," He said and walked towards the door only to notice, she wasn't following him and was still rooted to her place.

He looked at him, his eyes demanding explanation from her.

"Please, don't do anything to me," she pleaded and he frowned. "Drop me home....home safely. Please don't....don't to...touch me," she stuttered. The trauma had settled deep within her brain.

He smiled at her. A smile that didn't reach his eyes but she couldn't see it due to the darkness in his office.

"I'll drop you," he stated and she felt as if he was trying to assure her.

"Th...thank you," she replied with gratitude and followed him as they both reached his car and got in. She had attached herself to the door.

No dialogues were exchanged between them The atmosphere was quiet and he was just focused on driving while she was nervous, stressed and sad.

At last they reached her house and he stopped the car infront the gate.

She immediately opened the door without looking at him so she could rush out of the car.

"Wait," he said and she stopped.

"Yes, sir?"

"Tomorrow, I want you in my office with your phone-"

All the colors flew from her face thinking he would terminate her.

"Sir please, I apologize. It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything. He came to me. Please sir, don't fire me from this job. I really need it. He was lying that I called him. I didn't. Sir, please I'm sorry," She pleaded, her voice cracking in the middle.

His face was stoic.

"I'll personally investigate this matter. Go get some rest and do as I say, Sheharzaad. Tomorrow in my office at sharp 9,"

She nodded, mindlessly and got off of the car before knocking at the door and entering her house. His eyes staring at her retreating back and oblivious to him, a small smile sprawled on his lips and it was gone as soon as it came.

He roared the engine to life and drove away.

But that smile was of love? No. He didn't believe in a bird called love.

Infatuation? Yes. His brain had developed a desire for her. He didn't know when it started brewing within him but now he was aware of the craving he had for her.

He wanted her. In his bed. Underneath him. That smile was of the precious piece he wanted to have writhing under him. She had entered his twisted brain. And his twisted mind had already began its plans of unspeakable thing he wanted to do with her. Since his eyes laid on her, she had attracted her to him. And that attraction was lethal making him want her more and more each and every time when she would come infront him.

For some odd reason, that girl was becoming an unhealthy obsession for him.