All Chapters of Obsession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"J-jee?" She tried to feign ignorance. Her hands had turned clammy.(What?)"Where is your ring?" He placed the pen on the table and the tick tick sound was gone.She began to fidget with her fingers, unable to produce a response. Her tongue suddenly weighed tons. Her eyes found the table where he had placed that pen. There was his macbook, some files, papers and pen-holders. It was large and neat. To the left of his laptop was a cup of coffee that he had maybe forgot to drink as the cup was still untouched and the coffee appeared to be turn cold as no steam was rising. In the glass of the table, she could see his reflection. His eyes was on her face yet hers on the table. Then her eyes moved towards her reflection. Her face exposed to the broad day-light, as she stood infront the window. Her face looked paled. Her fingers fidgeting with each others. Above her head she could see the LED light and suddenly the reflection of it was distorted as she saw water- a tear drop landing on it.

The man guided her through the dark corridors of the mansion. It was night and the hallways of the posh and gigantic mansion were darker than the night itself. It felt as if she had been walking since ages. Last time, she had came to this house, she didn't get a chance to explore it. This was an area which she was first time visiting and she was sure similar to this wing of the mansion, there must be many other wings. Her eyes couldn't analyse anything as it was dark. The source of light was the light of moon which entered through the large glass walls. She was just able to see a few painting every now and then on the wall. Rather, she wanted to focus more on her surroundings and ignore the pounding of her heart in her ears. She was not able to understand the reason for which he called her at this moment of night. Fear and being afraid. These two were entirely different emotions. The prior was an instinct and the latter was a feeling. And in that moment, she felt, she had developed

As soon as Sheharzaad hung up the call, she turned towards Amna with a paled face."Amna, we need to be quick. We don't have time in our hands now. We have to run," she said and began to collect things, stuffing them in a bag."What happened?" Amna asked with confusion dancing on her face."He knows everything. I swear, I swear he knows everything,"Amna's face paled too. "What? How do you know? Did he tell you anything?""My sixth sense says so, he knows everything. He was talking as if he knew everything,""Maybe you are being paranoid,""First thing he asked me was I planning to run away. Amna, I know him, he first drops hints. He first warns before pouncing. He knows,""Sheharzaad, relax. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe you're thinking negatively," Amna tried to sound convincing but her voice even to her own self wasn't sounding convincing."I don't know, Amna. Let's pack essentials and get away. I know him,""You know, his men are stationed outside. How would we outrun them?""Either way

'Be on the best of your behavior,' His words, full of warning, cursorily whispered in her ears as they headed towards the dining room, Sheharzaad could already hear voices. Of people conversating. People who seemed more like a family. She was following him when he suddenly stopped at the doorstep of the dining room. Eavesdropping. She too could hear the conversation going on in the room."Geez I want to inform you all a thing," Sheharzaad recognized it immediately.It was Haseeb. She had met him in the office."What is it?" The voice was again recognized by her and it was his sister Dua. They both stood at the door hearing to the talk. Sheharzaad remembered them both from the day they came to the office."Want something in return," Haseeb demanded."Yeah....I have ten rupees you can take them. Now spill the beans, Haseeb," Dua retorted."Gosh.... you must have said this directly to me that you wanted some money Dua," Haseeb retorted back and for a moment Sheharzaad laughed a little.

She sucked in a sharp breath that managed to reach the depth of her throat when she realized she had stopped breathing long ago. She was too scared to move that she didn't wriggle against his grasp. Her skin felt a wetness on her face so she moved her hand up and realized it was her tears. She exhaled a shuddering breath partly due to her shivering lips. "Shehryaar," she whispered. He pulled away from her and gently turned her around. She was thankful the sight of Khaleda's dangling feet was away as her eyelids felt to heavy to blink or move but her thankfulness was short lived as her face came across his.Today, she wasn't holding back from expressing her fear as she just tried to take a step away from him but something in his eyes twitched. They turned a shade of darker and instead of taking a step back, she took a step closer."I don't know wh-who i-i-is sh-she," her mouth opened as she spoke with difficulty."Please...p-p-please, believe m-me," she joined her hands infront him