||His Majestic Begum||

Chapter 4

|Kidnapped?|

"Hey!"

"Hey, you wake up,"

Sheza slowly opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to her surroundings. She attempted to rub her eyes with her hands, but to her horror, she realized her hands were bound, leaving her feeling helpless and trapped in a situation she never anticipated.

A sharp, intense pain suddenly surged through Sheza's head, causing her to hiss in agony overwhelmed by the sizzling sensation.

Then, suddenly, she reminisced all her past memories scenario and came up to the conclusion that she was kidnapped but by whom??

"So, Finally, you are awake, huh," Sheza jolted upright from the harsh and resonant sound, her gaze fixing on the imposing figure before her. There, seated like a monarch in a regal chair, was Saad Junaid Khan, exuding an air of authority and dominance that sent shivers down her spine.

Sheza mewl scaredly and petitioned, "W-who a-are you, mister,".

Saad's sinister chuckle reverberated through the room as he threw his head back, a chilling smile playing on his lips. With a fluid gesture, he extended his hand into the air, and as if by magic, a lit cigarette appeared, fitting perfectly with the air of control he exuded.

He took a killing stick in his mouth and inhaled the poisonous gas and exhaled in the perspective.

As the acrid smoke from Saad's cigarette filled the air, Sheza couldn't help but cough, the noxious fumes assaulting her nostrils and making her uncomfortable in the oppressive atmosphere.

Saad again chuckled sinisterly with his Green closed eyes and said in a deep dangerous voice.

"Sensitive much,"

He nonchalantly moved his head up and again exhaled most of the stick but in front of her face, she twisted in discomfort and she coughed again but loudly this time.

"What do you want from me-e?" she shrieked cutely yet afraidly.

"Me, nothing," he said with an unsettling innocence, he gazed through those puppy-like eyes, but his facade bore a chilling grin that seemed to stretch just a bit too wide, sending shivers down your spine as if a sinister secret hid behind that disarming mask.

"T-then... Leave me, let me go from here," tears flowed from her eyes like a rain shedding its drop heavily, her sore eyes showed all the tiredness and dread.

"Where will you go, if I let you go?" he questioned while tilting his head in a creepy manner and leaving the smoke from his mouth as he leaned back.

"That- that my Allah will decide," she said timidly darting her innocent eyes with his hawk-dark gazes.

"Eyes down hijabi,"

She locked her determined gaze onto his, an adorable showdown of wills, each pair of eyes daring the other to look away in this endearing game of connection.

"Just, let me go, I have nothing to do with you," she demanded with little confidence, as her Allah was included in her talks as if his name was alone to gain the confidence, she needed at that moment.

"What if I say. No,"  he smirked and took a whiff of the burning cigarette.

"What is your problem, huh, First you are letting me go from this creepy and also not telling me, why am I here?" she breathed heavily as she poured her all emotion into her words in one breath that was piling up in her will.

The guards encircling the basement regarded her with a mix of amusement, their surprise quickly transforming into a dominant assertion of power. And as her words continued in that high-pitched tone, reminiscent of Junaid heir, an eerie sense of control filled the air, leaving an uncomfortable silence punctuated by a final, resounding note of pity, as no one dared to defy the unspoken rules in such a manner.

Yet there she sat, a small, defiant girl bound to a chair, her unwavering spirit and fearless words defying the very presence of Saheb himself, a bold testament to her unyielding courage in the face of authority.

What was more shocking, was to hear his laugh echo in an eerily silent yet dark basement, though they have heard him laughing, but, those were psycho laughs, but, this one was different, and it could not be described.

Saad laughed at her angry cat-like face, her nose cutely scrunched up and a small angry pout on her red cherry lips.

"Yahh! Why are you laughing," she exclaimed angry and ready to throw a fist if her hand were not tied.

Saad looked at her with a wide grin and said a smug facade.

"Because I want to," this time  Sheza's facade was red due to irritation bubbling inside her like lava. This was the first time she was getting irritated like that.

"Free my hands, and then, I will show, you what you want," Sheza said with a sweet smile while gritting her teeth together.

"Ah, no, no need to open the cage of a fierce cat," he said teasingly while grinning evilly.

"Forgot this and tell me, why I am here?" she suspected him with narrow eyes.

"Because of your Father," and again turned to his before demeanour, all cold and dark. Sheza shivered internally due to the aura of the room changing into cold and dangerous from cat and dog fights.

"W-what about my F-father," she asked.

"Your Father is the son of a bitch, fucking bastard, ran away after doing shits in my business," Sheza closed her eyes after hearing so many vulgar words about her Father and whispered under her breadth.

"Astaghfirullah"

"W-what h-he did," she asked scaredly after examining his threatening temper.

"Oh, look who is asking, a daughter of a gangster," he mocked her in a taunting way.

"W-what,"

Tears filled in her eyes after hearing about her own blood relation to Father's true identity, which was hidden from her. Her Father did such a crime which is a sin. An unforgivable sin.

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