Chapter # 04

Electric,

was a word

I hadn't understood,

till I felt

Your touch.

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Arya's P.O.V.

In the blink of an eye, we were outside of the hall and in the parking lot; probably heading towards his car.

"Where are you taking me?"

No reply.

Just great.

I tried to get my hand free, but Mr. Wali only tightened his hold.

He opened the passenger door and almost threw me inside and went towards driving seat; put the child lock on.

Yeah, great!

More than being furious, I was confused.

The engine came to life and he took off.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him for the hundredth time.

"Just shut up for once, woman."

I was too caught up in the situation about me getting kidnapped or even worse getting killed, that I couldn't respond to him calling me a woman.

"I can't shut my damn mouth. You are taking me, God knows where, without my permission?"I said huffing.

"You wanted to get out of there, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I paused, "but not like this."

"I just did you a favor," Mr. Wali replied, nonchalantly.

I think I saw a smug look on his face.

I relaxed a bit, but not enough to forget what happened back there.

"I would be scandalized, you know; all the pictures they took of us."

"And Miss. Layana will have my head for this."

I'm in this fucking situation because of that fucking bitch.

"Don't worry about any news or any scandal," Mr. Wali tried to reassure me.

I nodded my head absentmindedly. 

"Did you eat anything there ?" He asked me.

"No."

"Did you drink?"

"Yeah, just fruit juice," I told him.

"Good," he stated and took a turn towards left.

I was looking out of the window, thinking about the possible outcomes of the stunt he pulled.

At this point I got time to notice that he still had my hand in his much bigger one.

I tried to move it out of his grasp but just like the last time he tightened his hold and didn't let me pull it; not even looked my way.

This man is weird.

A new fear caught me.

What if somehow those pictures are leaked.

I would be exposed, I can't afford that, not now.

"You know you shouldn't have done this. What if she comes to know of it?" I said to Mr. Arrogant, who wasn't really looking like Mr. Arrogant at that time.

"Who comes to know and what?" He inquired.

I'm in a much shitty situation now.

"Umm... nothing."

"Tell me, NOW."

Ugh.. he is so demanding.

"About that, nothing, whatever." I couldn't even make a proper sentence.

"Tell me, Arya," he demanded.

"You will fire me," I stated.

"What, why would I do that?"  He spoke, turning his face towards mine, feeling confused somehow.

"If I tell you, you will fire me, Zara and Tom, too."

"Let me know," he spoke soothingly, drawing circles on the inside of my palm with his thumb. "If you won't," he paused, "then I will fire Zara and Tom, but will keep you there to grieve at their loss because of you."

I started panicking even more.

"No, no, you won't do that."

"I will do whatever I want. If you want to stop me then tell me the truth."

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you but first, promise me you won't kick them out. You will only make me resign. Okay? I don't want to be kicked out of my very first job. I will resign, yeah, deal then?"

"Just speak it out."

"So what I'm gonna tell is that---. Just kick me out already. I don't want to confess."

"Damn it, Arya. Just out with it. Even if you murdered someone, I won't let anything happen to you. So tell me everything."

His eyes reddened while he spoke. He was going over the speed limit and was almost breaking all the signals on the way.

"I was never supposed to be your assistant," I started telling him, nervously, not sure about his reaction.

"Actually I'm a medical student here and as it is my summer break so I wanted a job, no actually needed a job, to pay rent and bills. No hospital was willing to give me a chance, at least. Only a cafe owner was kind enough to hire me I went there for a week, maybe. Then Mr. Ahmed did interviews for your receptionist and went out of state. When Tom came to know about that he convinced me and then we both convinced  Zara to lie to the selected girl and hire me instead. Because you didn't know who was gonna join. She called her and excused to her."

I was breathing heavily by the time I finished my confession.

I started speaking again, still not looking at Mr. Wali's way.

"And I wasn't supposed to tell you this." I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding.

" Zara and Tom did warn me not to tell anyone, especially not you. You can throw me out but not them, please," I pleaded with puppy eyes.

"I think I owe this to them," he replied rather calmly.

It wasn't the reaction I was expecting.

"You won't fire us all?"

"No."

I felt relief washing over me at his simple one-worded reply.

He halted the car in front of a fancy looking hotel and lead us inside, with his hand securely wrapped around my waist.

We went to a hall in a corner and it was empty.

He walked us to a table and we took seats.

No one was speaking a word.

After a few minutes, waitresses came and served us.

I took two or three spoons full of pasta when my phone buzzed.

The picture of my baby sister was flashing on the screen.

A smile automatically spread on my face.

I attended the call and beamed at her.

I stood up from the chair, set my phone on the table and twirled around to show her my dress.

"It's very beautiful." I heard her squeal.

"Thank ya. And I gotta go, I'll call you later."

"Okay, bye."

I sat on the chair and saw Mr. Wali smiling at me.

"What?"

"Nothing. You didn't seem to like the dress." He shrugged.

"It's not like that. I wasn't feeling comfortable about wearing it to the party otherwise I pretty much like it."

He poured coke in a glass and gave it to me.

"Thank you."

I started feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

I didn't want to eat, like I hadn't eaten in centuries, in front of him, so I pushed the plate to a side.

"Finish it, Arya." I heard his smooth voice.

"I'm done," I said placing a hand on my belly.

"You sure?"

Why has he become so nice all of a sudden?

"Yes."

"If you want anything else?" He asked, his mouth almost opened, ordering something else.

"Really I don't want anything else."

He didn't speak after that.

He finished his pasta and I finished my cold drink in complete silence.

"Can I have a dance?" Mr. Wali asked, leaning towards me.

"Um. I don't know how to dance."

"You were dancing pretty fine with that scumbag."

In a second his happy demeanor changed to rebellious one.

"Actually he was teaching me, "I squeaked.

"I can be a better teacher and dance partner."

Without waiting for my reply he pulled me up by placing a hand on my back and holding my hand in his other, I collided with his chest but he steadied us both and reached the center of the hall under the chandelier.

A song started playing.

Would you dance if I asked you to dance?

Or would you run and never look back?

Would you cry if you saw me crying?

And would you save my soul tonight?

He tightened his hold on my hand and moved us with rhythm.

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?

Or would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this

Now would you die for the one you love?

Oh hold me in your arms tonight

His breath was fanning my face.

My eyes fluttered close at their own.

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away

He kissed my forehead and my eyes opened at their own accord.

I saw him gazing at me intensely.

Would you swear that you'll always be mine

Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?

Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?

I don't care, you're here tonight

Honey striking Black, producing Golden specks.

I could only see the swirls of gold in his eyes, every other thing was blurred to me.

Both of us were lost in a state of trance.

The singer continued:

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away

His skin was looking so much smooth and pale under the dim lights. I wanted to run my fingers on his well-sculpted face.

No one breaking eye contact.

Oh, I just hold you

I just hold you, oh yeah

Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?

Well, I don't care, you're here tonight

The blessed silence around us was ended by him.

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say my name, Arya."

"Mr. Wali?" I spoke in a questioning tone.

"My name, baby, my name."

"Alim."

I felt him suck a breath.

His name rolled off my tongue so smoothly. It felt so damn good to say his name.

Lost in the moment, I put my head on his chest.

His fingers grazing my bare skin and hand squeezing mine. 

It felt like eternity.

I wanted this moment to be an eternity.

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away

His touch was magical. No, in fact, it was electrical. My skin tingled whenever he touched.

He ran his fingers up my back and sparks erupted all the way up.

His touch was smooth but firm.

Like he wanted me to know that he was there with me; ravishing the moment, too.

I can be your hero baby

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away

You can take my breath away

I can be your hero

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