Obsession

8. Persuading him

The next day in the office, after contemplating alot she decided to address Shehryaar directly. The whole night she had been gathering courage. His words at one hand kept on increasing her fear of him and at the other hand gave fuel to her rage.

She was never the person to go down. Or go down without a fight. Until when she would be afraid of him and keep on running away from him? This needed to stop. She was of the thought if she talked to Shehryaar then he would back off or atleast his rigidness would break to some extent.

She so needed to talk directly to him. What did he consider himself? What did he think of himself?

Why this arrogance? And why this obsession with her? She needed answers.

Standing up on her feet, she began to walk towards his office with quick steps. His secretary tried to stop her from entering his office, saying he was in a meeting but she glared her before violently turning the handle and barged into the office with his secretary standing behind.

"Sir, I tried to stop her but-"

Sheharzaad could see he was in a meeting as a man was sitting with him and they were conersating about something.

"I will talk to you later, you may go," he said to the person and flicked his fingers in air demanding his PA to go and she stepped out. That person too left closing the door leaving then both alone.

He looked up at her and then leaned against his seat to observe her from head to toe, not uttering a word.

"Shehryaar Haider Syed," She loudly said.

He just raised a brow at her, admiring her audacity.

She pointed her finger at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, "how dare you to ask something so sickening from me? Who do you think I am? And who do you think you are?"

Silence prevailed between them as he didn't say anything. His eyes bbored in hers while hers penetrated in his.

His were calm and calculated.

While hers were emotional and enraged.

They kept on staring as if in a staring competition.

After a moment, he decided to break the intense contact. Before taking in a sharp breath, he stood up from his position, walking towards her that made her want to retreat her steps back and run away. She didn't want to be nowhere near him. But she didn't move an inch from her place.

She will see what he can do.

"Sheharzaad," he said, his voice was calm as he leaned against the front of his desk, "What brings you here?"

"Who do you think you are? Shehryaar Haider, who do you think you are?" she hissed.

"Your boss,"

"My boss? My boss, My foot. How dare you say something like that to me? I want answers from you," She bellowed.

"Lower your voice," his voice suddenly took a sharp edge and a frown marred on his brows showing his disapprovement. His eyes suddenly becoming cold.

"I won't, Mr. Shehryaar,"

Within few quick strides he was infront her but again she remained rooted to her place. Yes, fear was bubbling up within her. But would she show it to him? No. Never.

Her grey eyes pierced into his. His eyes showing his rage. His fingers resisting the urge to encircle her neck and snap it for her.

"Who the fuck you think you are talking to?" his voice was low but restrained with fury.