Obsession

Caught

She quickly averted her gaze and looked down, breathing heavily. 

 

Slowly, the man approached her and stood by her. All the life evaporated from her legs. Her heart began to pound slowly in her ears.

 

"You are coming with me," he told her, she acted as if she didn't hear, "Ms. Sheharzaad," he uttered and that's when she looked up at him.

 

"Respectfully, madam," his voice was a mutter, "you would not want the people to die over here. Come with me,"

 

Sheharzaad fought the tears forming in her eyes and she shook her head when he took out his gun from his holster. "Please, madam," 

 

"Please let her go," Amna came for her defense, "please. I request you. You can take me instead,"

 

"Ms. Sheharzaad you're coming with me before our boss comes here," Panicked, Sheharzaad, stood up, nodding her head.

 

"Please don't tell him anything," she pleaded.

 

"I haven't madam. Please come with me," he said and she followed him outside. 

 

"Have you told him?" she asked, helplessly, once they were on the road as the driver was now being taken away. He was still breathing and the men one after another left the bus and got back into the other car. Amna was with them too as the car jolted to life and began to run on the road. Leaving her alone with that man and another SUV. Another driver took over the seat in the bus and it was already moving away.

 

"Not yet,"

 

"Please, don't tell him anything," Sheharzaad joined her hands infront him, "please, just keep this thing from him,"

 

"It is not going to be me who will tell you about this escape. It would be you. He still doesn't know. I give you some time to collect yourself and once in the evening he would come to get you, you have to tell him about your escape," His voice was unyielding leaving no room for requests and pleads, "I'm a loyal servant to the family of Shabbir Haider Syed. We all are under the blood oath to pay our loyalty to the Syeds so I can't assist you with this. Now come," he said and headed towards the car.

 

....

 

By evening, she was dressed up in a ankle-length black dress. Her brown hair were caught up in a beautiful bun as certain tendrils of her hair adorned her face. Her eyes embellished with kohl and mascara. Long lashes that would shadow her cheeks when her eyes would move down. A maroon lip color graced her lips as her big doe eyes stared back at her in the mirror. The stylists did their job well.

 

Despite applying the foundation on her skin, her face was paled. Despite coloring her eyes with different shades of black, still the fear danced in them. And her lips, covered in maroon shade, were still shivering with fear. 

 

"Madam, sir has arrived," The same man, informed. His name was Murad, in his late twenties. Murad had told her that Amna was locked up in her room as Shehryaar would be making a decision on her destiny too.