"Now stand up," he said rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his veiny arms.

Zahra immediately stood up, fearing he might hit her again. And instantly grabbed her dupatta from the bed, draping it all over to cover herself.

"Come with me," he ordered in his deep voice and turned around, heading towards the door.

Zahra froze in her place after listening to his words. These three words were enough for her to knock the breath out of her lungs. Her mind flooded with haunting questions.

What does he want from me? Where he is taking me? What if he does something to me? Why he is doing all this to me? Is this because of that rejection?

When he noticed, Zahra isn't following him, he looked back and saw her standing frozen in her place. Her eyes were widened, she was clutching her dupatta tightly and her breathing was ragged. He slowly approached her and seeing him coming towards her, she stepped back but within two strides he was standing in front of her.

"Why aren't you coming?" he demanded.

"I do... don't want to come," her voice shaky.

He brought her hand near her face and she flinched thinking he was going to slap her. He slowly caressed the same cheek where he previously slapped, daring her to disobey him.

Zahra got the signal, the hidden threat behind his 'caress'. He was purposely caressing the same cheek to recall her, his slap. She knew he will do worse if she'll not follow him and she did not want that. Her jaw was swollen from that single slap, her back was in immense pain, her throat was as if it was pressed together due to his tight grip and has red marks on it, and her scalp was burning due to his manhandling. She just can't take it anymore.

"You won't come Zahra?" he asked in his cold, calm and menacing voice.

The back of his fingers was smoothly caressing her swollen cheek. Zahra kept her eyes down. Shivers ran down her spine when she heard her name rolling off his tongue so smoothly. And his question was causing goosebumps all over her body. She had no idea that his question was dreading her more or his mere voice.

"Hmn?" he retreated his hand back.

"I...I" she was unable to form any words. The seriousness of the situation slowly sank in pooling her stomach with dread. She was anxious about what might happen if she'll go with him.

He raised his perfect brows urging her to answer.

"I...will," she told in her small and shaky voice. Her heart, mind, soul everything was screaming her to say no to him. But she had not enough courage to say that to him. She knew by hook or crook he will have his way with her and in the end, she'd have to go with him. His whole demeanor was screaming danger and trouble. Just minutes ago he beat the shit out of her only by saying a no to him and now she cannot repeat the same mistake.

"Wise decision, señorita. Move ahead." he gave her the space, cocking his brow and now he was following her.

She opened the door of the room and right in front of her was the door of her mother's room. Something hit her mind and she begin to take fast steps towards Ammara's room which was only 10 steps away. She didn't care whether he is behind her or not, the only thing which she was caring about right now was somehow getting to her mother's room, and then she will be out of danger.

She was moving like a maniac. Her legs turned into a jelly and immense fear had her tripped and she fell. She looked back to see whether he was following her or not and what she saw worried her more. He was leaning against the doorframe of her room and looking at her, amused. All calm and composed.

Zahra was shocked but cared less and immediately stood up. Now she was 1 step away, just one step. One step away from her freedom. Her mind was forming images in her brain that when she'll open the door, her mother will instantly wake up and she'll cry her heart out on her lap complaining about this monster who slapped her and manhandled her. She'll show her mother her swollen cheek, her back, her scalp, her throat. Her mother will apply the ointment and relax her and she will safely and securely sleep on her lap, protecting her all night from Irtaza.

A small smile formed on her lips and her vision blurred with tears of happiness. Her hands reached the door handle and her fingers were about to cover that 2-millimeter difference from the handle when abruptly her arm was snatched back and she crashed into his hard chest of Irtaza.

Her back was against his front and he pressed the nozzle of his gun just above her kidney. His minty breath fanned against her ear shell and she could smell his sweet-scented extremely expensive cologne.

"Move or I'll shoot," he huskily whispered his threat close to her ear, demanding her to move into the hallway.

Zahra gasped with horror. A feeling of helplessness crossed her heart. She felt so alone, so weak, so dependent. She wanted to scream at the moment. Scream aloud that her voice reaches the heavens and her father could listen to her pleas that how this man who was holding her in his arms slapped her, hit her. Her tears which were minutes ago tears of happiness converted into tears of helplessness and proudly fell her eyes streaking her rosy cheek, wet.

He pressed the gun more into her threatening her to move. And she moved.

Moved towards her cage.

Towards her prison.

Her hell.

They both reached outside the building of haveli and that's when Irtaza removed the gun from her back. The security guards who were performing their duties, on seeing the head of the haveli was coming became extremely vigilant and over efficient in the fear of him.

He held her arm in a vice-like grip and followed her out to the haveli gates where a black SUV was parked. He opened the passenger door with his keys shoved Zahra inside and baby locked it. Zahra hit the window several times at least someone could hear her violent knocking and help her but if someone had still he'd not be able to help her because who can go against this notorious and ruthless mafia don.

Irtaza opened the door and sat on the driver's seat. He turned the key in the ignition and start the car, moving it on the deserted road. Her heart was thundering with anticipation. Her thoughts were stirring her mind.

What if he rips away my innocence? What does he want from me? Where he is taking me? Did I commit a sin by rejecting him? What will happen? Baba... Baba where are you? Baba please save me baba. Baba, please hug me. Baba please protect me. Baba helps me. Baba, he slapped me. You know he slapped your mano. He slapped on the same cheek where you used to kiss me. Baba, he pulled the same hair which you loved. Baba, he gripped my throat so hard that I couldn't breathe. Baba your Zahra, your mano, is so afraid. Please baba saves me, I am feeling so weak. I am feeling so helpless.

Zahra was crying softly in the moving car. Myriads of emotions filled her heart. After having that talk, internally with her father she missed him so much. She was gritting her teeth and curling her fingers with helplessness.

There was dark all around. The SUV was moving on a desolated path. There were trees on either side. Irtaza was rashly running the car on the deserted road. The girl for whom he waited for years rejected him in front of everyone right on his face. After listening to her answer on the table, his anger knew no bounds. He straight away went to his mansion from the haveli and fucked a whore there.

He wanted to claim Zahra as his. He wanted to imprint this in her mind that he was her and no one else. The whole night he kept thinking of her, of her straight rejection. And that thought was skyrocketing his anger. The outright rejection didn't suit him well and the desire to claim her grew more.

The soft voice of Zahra pulled him out of his trance.

"Ple..ase go..go sl..ow," she said in her shaky and heavy voice filled with fear.

He decreased the speed, releasing the race a bit.

Zahra seriously wanted to ask this question but needed a lot of courage in doing just that. She closed her eyes and take a deep breath to calm her nerves down. On the other hand, Irtaza was noticing her every move.

"Wh..ere," she cleared her throat to sound a bit confident.

"We..rear..e we...e goo...ing?" she tried to sound confident but stuttered otherwise. His face, features, body, demeanor, behavior, and even cologne was fearing her.

"You will know," he told.

She frowned.

"No, I want to. I want to, know now," she held her head high trying to show him he is not afraid of him.

Irtaza suddenly applied the brakes, halting the car in the mid of nowhere. He turned his head towards her, shooting daggers with his eyes.

Zahra's eyes wide opened and she clutched her dupatta tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"I was scared of where you're taking me, this question kept bugging my mind bothering me more and more. I do not want to go with you. I will not ask this again. Sorry. Please drive, I-" she blabbered like a frightened cat, but suddenly stopped when he placed his index finger on her lips.

"Shhh... calm down,"

She was breathing heavily but after listening to his command she compelled her system to relax. Her breathing evened and she visibly relaxed. Her fingers released the dupatta that she had tightly gripped.

He slightly brushed his thumb with her dry lips, feeling the creakiness of her soft lips on the pad of his thumb. Zahra gasped with his touch. She so wanted to get away from him but does she has anything under her control?

"I do not want a single voice from this pretty little mouth of yours while I drive. Got it?" he tapped two times at her lips.

Zahra nodded her head, frantically. He removed his thumb and started the car.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a warehouse. The building was old and tattered outside. It was located on the outskirts of the city almost in the middle of a jungle.

Zahra was baffled seeing that bleak and desolated building. Her mind warned her. Her heartbeat rapidly increased. She could feel her heart had almost jumped to her throat. She kept thinking that anything can happen to her here and no one will even listen to her screams. This man already looks so dangerous and he might be here to rape her.

NO! NO! I will do anything in my power to stop this, No! I can't let this happen!

Irtaza opened the door of his side and turned around moving towards her door. Zahra's nerves were on high alert. When he reached there, Zahra scooted towards the other end. He opened the door and grabbed her arm, but Zahra begin to thrash violently, refusing to come out. He tightened his grip painfully to get her out of the car and closed the door behind him.

He began moving towards the building. Zahra knew it was now or never, so she did what came to her mind first. She brought her arm, which he was holding, close to her mouth and bite his hand with all her might. He hissed and immediately released her arm. And she began to run almost like a maniac towards the car so she could drive back to haveli.

She opened the door and sat on the driver's seat, locking the door. She was breathing heavily, her hair was disheveled and her hands were shivering. Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it. The silence in the car was piercing her ears.

Knock

knock

She jolted at her place hearing two knocks which were made on the window. She slowly looked towards the window with wide eyes, and her eyes widened more when she saw him standing there holding the keys, showing them to her.

Oh my God! Ya Allah, how can I forget this?

She held her forehead at her foolishness. She forgot about the keys in immense fear. How could she?

He inserted the keys in the keylock of the door, turned it around, and open the door wide open for her to come out. But she stay rooted in her place.

"Would you come out by yourself or do I have to carry you on my shoulder?" he asked, amused.

She immediately got out but her efforts didn't die down here. She begin to run in the opposite direction of the car on the road like a lunatic. It's been only ten steps away from the car when suddenly, someone held her arm, and the next thing she knew she was on the shoulder of that barbarian. She still struggled and begin to thrash violently against his firm grip.

"Guess what, señorita. I have to carry you on my shoulder" he said and spanked her plump ass.

Zahra stiffed at her place. All her thrashing stilled. It was so embarrassing for her. So weird.

"Stop it," she mumbled.

"Oh really?" he cocked his brow while moving towards the building.

"Yes, don't touch me"

He chuckled and gave another spank then rub his palm where he spanked to ease the sting.

Zahra felt violated. She knew he was doing purposely all of this. She does not like to be touched by anyone and that is why she never permitted Daniyal to touch her in any way despite loving him so much.

They both entered the building. There were boxes here and there and it was barely lightened. He moved more into the building in a big lounge-type area where there was a medium-sized table, two wooden chairs, and a bulb hanging from the ceiling.

He made her sit on one of the chairs and cuffed her hands. Zahra was utterly anxious. She was unaware of what is going to happen. Anticipation building inside her heart was killing her. Her heart was drumming in her ribcage.

Irtaza sat on the chair in front of her and kept looking at her intensely. Zahra was continuously fighting against the metal cuffs but her hands were getting injured in the process. And his intense gaze was making her already increased heartbeat accelerate.

She did not want to be here. She wanted to be in the warm embrace of her mother. She so wanted to hug her mother. Her brain was stupefied. Just an hour ago she was sleeping in her room and now she is in this deserted place with an unknown person who had slapped her so hard that her jaw still stings with it.

And just 3 days ago, she has both her parents by her side. She was happily enjoying her dinner with them. Now, she was all alone. With no one by her side. This feeling of helplessness and loneliness was doing things with her heart. Her throat was clogged and a sharp pain was shooting from the bridge of her nose and inside of her throat indicating she was on the verge of crying.

His intense gaze on her was causing goosebumps all over her body and she felt more and more helpless with each passing second. She felt like she was all at his mercy. She felt like he could do whatever he wanted to do with her and she won't be able to stop him. She felt restrained, caged, totally at his mercy.

And at last, tears fell down her eyes. Tears of pure helplessness. She stopped fighting against the cuffs knowing it was of no use and bent her head down.

"What do you want from me? Why did you take me here? Why just tell me why? What's my fault?" her voice held pure desperation.

He looked unfazed by her helpless state and kept staring at her.

"I will give you two options," he said, ignoring her questions.

She raised her head and looked at him confused.

"Options?" she frowned, sniffing her nose.

"Yes, and you've ten minutes to choose one of them." his voice cold and intimidating.

"Go on," she said with her heavy voice.

"Remember ten minutes," he warned.

She nodded her head. She was confused about what options he is going to put in front of her. But maybe this might be the chance for her to escape from him.

"Option A, I will fuck you. Option B, you will marry me."

All the color drained from her face.