Entrapped

8

Hana got up early the next day, and she began to get ready for work. She wore a high-neck top to hide the bruises and his marks on her neck and a smile to conceal her pain. 

She was planning to tiptoe her way out and catch a taxi to the hospital. Breakfast was better missed, as the chances of meeting him, there were high. 

As she came out from her room, she saw a nanny running after the kid from yesterday, with a plate of food.

Hana hurried down the stairs to reach the ground level. She got to the main door; when she tried to open it, she was surprised to find it locked. 

'Mam..please come and have breakfast. Sir is waiting for you ' the housekeeper, Martha appeared and gestured. 

' I am not hungry. Can you please open this door? I need to leave for work ' Hana asked her. She was dreading this moment, and here it was. 

'Mam this is an automatic door, responds to touch IDs. Please have breakfast first; I insist' she said softly, indicating her that Shehryar was waiting for her.

'OK 'Hana followed her to the breakfast table.

Shehryar was seated at one end, and as she entered, he glared hard at her.

She clutched her bag tighter as if to seek comfort from it. With lowered eyes, and conscious self, she sat at the other end. 

'Breakfast is served at 8 am sharp here, try not to be late in future,' he said and stared at her as if waiting to pounce over her. 

Hana felt his threatening glare and replied,'Y..yes.'

They began eating their breakfast in silence.

'Follow me ', he said while getting up from the table.

As they reached his car, and he opened the door for her, while he sat from another door. The driver started the engine and drove away to their destination. 

'Did you miss me last night ?', he asked while closing the window to the driver, secluding them away.

Hana gulped and stayed silent, inching further away from him.

He suddenly grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer to him, leaving a painful reminder for her to be careful next time.

Hana hissed due to his painful grip and her eyes watered instantly. He released her thigh and lighted a cigarette, filling her nostrils and the car with tobacco.

'What's your schedule for this week?', He asked her while looking outside the window.

' I ..I have off on Monday and Friday' she replied slowly. 

' You are doing 12 hr shifts? I would ask someone to change your schedule, ' he said casually.

' No..No..it's ok...I am fine with it ' Hana protested, she was thankful for her long duty hours, for she can avoid him due to those.

' I am not', he replied, taking away all her little hopes. 

' Are you still sore down ?' He lifted her chin with his finger and asked.

Hana turned red on embarrassment and refused to answer him. She hugged herself with her arms as if she was trying to hide away from his lustful eyes. How dearly she wished this journey to finish faster, putting an end to her misery.

'Shall I check myself ? ' he placed a hand over thighs and started advancing it towards her crotch. 

'N..no..I am better now ', she replied, embarrassed of the conversation and where it was leading. 

He chuckled and removed his hand. Rest of the journey was relatively uneventful. 

They went to their respective departments after reaching the destination. 

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Abdul, a new intern, had joined Hana's team that day.

Dr Ali, her senior and head of the department, asked Hana, to give an induction tour of the department and to inform him about his duties.

Hana was sort of relieved that someone would shoulder her responsibilities now.

Abdul was a chatty guy and a certified flirt. She could tell that after spending half a day with him. But, he was a quick learner, and reduced her workload by half and she was thankful for that.

'Let's grab a coffee ', he offered. 

Hana was tired and decided to have it,' It will be on you !' She laughed. 

'Ok..ok..' he asserted, smiling at his beautiful colleague.

Soon they left for the canteen and ordered their drinks. They began chatting and discussing about their experiences and other things. They got along well on their first day together. He was cracking silly jokes, and Hana laughed forgetting the miserable life she had just entered into.

Their chatty voices and laughter caught the attention of Dr Shehryar, who just happened to be passing from the front of the canteen with his secretary. 

He stopped in his tracks, turned and slowly entered the small cafe to find the source of the musical laughter, he had never heard that before.

He was surprised to see Hana, laughing with the new intern. A sudden, intense wave of jealousy took him over and he clenched his fists in fury. How dare she? Being my w***e, she dared to date other men, right under his nose. 

They are all the same, the moment you turn your back, they are willing to stab it, he thought bitterly about women in general. 

She certainly needs a lesson tonight! Let's see if she would be laughing here tomorrow. 

Hana casually looked at the entrance, as she felt someone's glare on herself, and when she saw him standing there, she paled on the sight.

Then she noticed his clenched jaws and fisted hands; she knew she was in trouble. She regretted coming here and immediately got up from her seat. 

Abdul was confused with a sudden change in her demeanour. 

'Why was she so scared suddenly?', He wondered.

Shehryar threw a stern gaze at her and left without saying anything else. 

Hana hurriedly returned to her department, and Abdul was left wondering there. 

Hana's rest of the day was spent worrying and being anxious about his behaviour. She knew that he would punish her for today, although she hadn't done anything wrong and her intensions were purely friendly. But the way, he had looked at her, she knew he would punish her for being there.

As the evening approached, her heartbeat began pacing faster and she dreaded her return back to his house, only if she could go back to the safety of her own house. 

Her shift ended, she took a cab, and with a heavy heart, she left for his home. She tried to console herself that she hasn't done anything wrong and that she was overthinking. 

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When she entered inside her room, he was already present inside, going through her notes and other stuff which were lying on the table. 

Although she felt a pang of anger when she saw him invading her personal space, she knew better than to question him.

' You are 30 minutes late', he said without looking at her.

He was in his casual pyjamas and t-shirt, his hair wet, he was freshly out shower.

'I...I ..was finishing up my pending work ', she offered. 

' Are you sure ? ' he questioned her with a raised eyebrow.

'Yes..yes..,' Hana defended herself. She hated herself for always stuttering in front of him.

He stood up suddenly and quickly moved towards her. His stance was threatening, Hana moved few steps back scared of him.

He grabbed her wrist tightly and twisted her hand behind her back and pushed her to the wall.

'During your working hours, you w***e around, and now you have the guts to lie to me about your 'pending work'! ' he said through a clenched jaw. 

'Dr Shehryar, leave me, please...I was not dating him. We just had a cup of coffee', she was getting angry now, who the hell was he to dictate her life. She tried to pry her hands free from his steel grip, but it only got tighter. She could feel his breath on her neck and ear. Hana decided to stand up for herself,  he cannot bully her around like that.

'And secondly, even if I am dating him.Who are you to question me? You are not my boyfriend or husband, you don't have any right to interfere in my personal life', Hana replied angrily. 

He released her wrist and ran his hands in his hair as if trying to control himself.

She turned, rubbing her wrist and faced him.

Suddenly he came forward and slapped her tightly on her face.

She fell on the nearby chair with its impact. 

Hana was stunned by this sudden attack; her face became red and fresh tears started streaming from her hazel eyes. She looked accusingly at him. 

'YOU ARE MY WHORE...MINE... ' he said viciously while gripping her hair in a painful way

'and I DONT SHARE my things...how dare you to even think about another man!' He added.

'You thought you could make a fool out of me? Hnhh ?? He asked viciously in her ear. 

'Please...Dr Shehryar I am not dating him. ...we just went for a coffee ', she repeated, in a hoarse voice.

'You couldn't stay one day without a d**k ? ' he said menacingly and pulled her from the chair. He pushed her body on the wall with his large one and cornered her.

'Please ...just leave me ' Hana was tired of giving explanations.

'You want it so badly? Hunh? You could have come to my office...I would have satisfied you better than him ', he hissed against her lips, dipping his hand inside her trousers and inserting his middle finger inside her s*x.

She gasped in shock by his sudden action. She tried to free herself from his vice like hands but his grip only tightened around her. Their breaths mingled, overwhelming her by his sweaty, musculine scent mixed with tobacco. She turned her head towards one side, to escape it. To block him out, she held her breath  and closed her eyes tightly. 

He inserted another finger inside her and rubbed her c**t roughly. His touch was punishing and painful, with a sole purpose to hurt her, mentally and physically. And they did exactly the same, his shameless words and painful actions mortified her beyond words.

'I am sorry ..ok...I am sorry ... I will not do it again...please leave me now .' she broke down into loud sobs. Her head was aching due to his painful grip on her hair. She just wanted him to stop hurting her.

'I dare you to repeat that ', he said, stroking her angrily, while his mouth searched for her breasts.

He found her clothes as an obstruction, as they were keeping him away from what's his. He tore her shirt with a single powerful stroke, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes, but he wanted more. He wanted her naked.

He pulled her trousers down, leaving her only in her undergarments. 

Sweat beads lined his forehead and his eyes held madness in them. He was still angry at her. 

She was nowhere close to be able to defend or protect herself from him. She was grossly disadvantaged and was totally on her mercy.

She began shaking in fear, 'I am sorry'

'Please forgive me, it is not like what you are thinking,' she again tried to reason with him. 

Without lending any ears to her pleas, he picked her up bridal style and threw her on the bed. 

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