Author's Pov
It has been weeks since Ehtisham has returned from his trip but he didn't confront Bilqish for anything. Not about what she has seen that day and not even inform her about what he has decide for her.
Although, he was not even sure himself what to do with her. He was sure that she is a nuisance for him but didn't know how to deal with her.
Currently he was monitoring his mens training, as it was monthly inspection day. He liked to make sure himself that his mens were not slacking and were true to their words, doing training intensively and regularly, maintaining their diet as suggested by their nutritionist.
"Arham get me everyone's report once this is done" He ordered, and went toward his office knowing he would comply.
Entering his office, he noticed a new file has been placed there. Smirking he sat in his chair, knowing what this file was about.
He picked the file and kept it in front of him, opening it slowly knowing this would bring only destruction to his enemy.
He chuckled darkly, once he has read the content of the file, and called one of the numbers mentioned in it.
"Hello, Is this **** speaking? I have a news for you."
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Time skip
A knock sounded on his office door.
"Come in." He answered absentmindly, fully focusing on his legal business deal papers. Arham pushed opened the door, walking inside in playful mode, putting the soldiers report on his desk and settling himself in one of the seats.
"Bhaii.. Bhaii.. Bhaiii.. Sun raha hai.." He continues whining when Ehtisham didn't look up at him, trying to irritate him.
"Kyu pareshan kar raha hai?" He asked irritated, still not looking up from his work.
"You told me to bring the file, I did. Now listen to me." Arham demanded.
Ehtisham looked at him, slowly getting angry by his actions. "Get out, if you're here to disturb me."
Arham gets serious knowing his playful mood can result in him dead, but knowing Ehtisham, he would never do something like that, so he just laughed at him.
Ehtisham gave him a deadly glare at his actions and warns him. "Jo bolna hai bol aur bhaag yaha se."
"How many more days she is going to stay at your apartment." He asked getting back to business.
Ehtisham chuckled, shaking his head at whatever was happening in his head and just said that he has done what was necessary.
It makes Arham confused, but he didn't question knowing this wasn't a happy chuckle.
He was planning something and it wasn't good.
It never ended good when Ehtisham was in his business mode. He was ruthless. He never cared about others feelings. He wasn't taught to feel empathy for anyone. He was trained to slaughter anyone who came in his way.
And Bilqish was like a piece of chess in this game. Sitting idly, until one of the side noticed her and deemed her worthy enough to make a move with her. But Ehtisham has always been the one to stay four step ahead of his enemy.
So he noticed, he noticed the worth of her and now he was ready to make the move. A straight checkmate for his enemy.
Wrapping up his works for today, he informed Arham about the deal papers he signed. Issuing the notice to start working on it from tomorrow, he walked out of the building. His car was already parked outside, his driver opened the door for him. As he stepped in and settled in his seat, the door closed behind him. As the driver settled in the driving seat, he inform him to drive toward his apartment.
With a screech sound the car stopped in front of his apartment. He nodded to his driver, a sign to say that he was now off duty and could go home, he gathered his things and walked to the main door. Upon noticing him the guards opened the door and bow in respect, to which nodding he went inside.
Climbing through a floor, he reached his room. He carelessly tossed the coat, which he has already shrugged away in the car, on his bed. Tugging on his tie he loosened it and slipped it out of his head and threw it in the laundry basket. Blowing out a huff, he picked his towel and made his way to the much needed shower.
He stepped out of the bathroom like sin had just taken human form.
Steam clung to his body like a second skin, curling around him as if even the air was obsessed. The towel around his waist sat low—too low—dangerously teasing the edge of decency, while another was tossed over his shoulder, forgotten, as his hand moved up to rake through his wet hair.
Strands of dark, untamed hair flopped onto his forehead, dripping and defiant, as if even they refused to be tamed. Water traced every sharp edge of his body—over his broad shoulders, down the ridges of his abs, vanishing somewhere beneath the towel like a cruel mystery.
His muscles rolled and flexed like a slow, silent warning. Every step he took felt calculated, unhurried, like the calm before a storm. A storm made of muscle, power, danger.
He took out his sweats, wearing it, he messaged his cook to set his dinner in the living room.
He descended the stairs, unhurriedly. Sitting on the table he started eating when Bilqish enters. Looking at him she froze mid step. Without saying a word, she dragged the chair beside him—the one on his left—and sank into it, her eyes flickering to his for a split second before she looked away.
He looked up at her and then dragged his attention back to his food.
She could hear her heart thudding rapidly from nervousness. She didn’t look at him at first. Just stared at the empty plate in front of her, fingers clenched tightly in her lap.
Then, without lifting her gaze, she whispered, “When are you letting me go?”
Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.
It carried every crack in her heart.
He didn’t even flinch.
Instead, he stabbed a piece of chicken, brought it to his mouth, and chewed like she hadn’t just begged for her freedom.
Like she didn’t exist.
Day after day, it became a ritual.
She would ask. He would ignore.
She would plead. He would continue with his works.
She would cry. He didn't have an ounce of sympathy for her.
Until one day, something inside her snapped like a wire pulled too tight.
The door to his office crashed open, her fury preceding her like a storm. The guards reached for their weapons, but he simply raised one hand—and they froze.
She stood there, wild and breathless, eyes burning like they held entire wars inside them.
“I’m done waiting,” she growled. “You don’t speak, you don’t answer, you don’t even look at me. What am I? A ghost? A prisoner? Or just another thing you collect and forget about?”
He looked up.
Finally.
The weight of his gaze slammed into her like a collision she never saw coming.
And then, with the calm of a man who’d already won the game before it began, he said—
“Marry me.”
Two words.
Sharp enough to bleed her. Cold enough to burn her alive.
And yet, she stood frozen—because for the first time, silence wasn’t the most terrifying thing in the room.
He was.
A/n : I'm finishing this chapter while on my way to home from college and it's not funny when the person sitting beside me is constantly looking at me to figure out what the hell I'm doing. Anyway sorry for the delay. I was having reading and writing block 🥲
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