The wind blew through his hair. And the cold bit on his face but he didn't care. His hot skin and clouded mind needed the distraction but it was of no use.

He had been speeding down the mountains for an hour now and all that plagued his mind was the thought of Sadia and the sting of her slap was still fresh on his cheek as if it didn't happen two days ago rather it happened just moments ago. After that night, Zameer descended down the hills and stayed in Islamabad where he tried to do his job.

He was on fire. He was shocked at himself that he maintained his composure despite what had happened. How did things get to this? Why was he so distracted. In two days, Shehryaar's conference was coming up and Zameer was put in charge of security. He was suppose to be focusing on that yet, his mind kept wandering back to Sadia whenever he got the chance.

"Fuck!" he hissed under his breath as he punched the steering wheel. "Why the fuck can't i stop thinking about her?" he asked himself.

'This wasn't p-part o-of the co-ntract.'

Yes, that's right. This wasn't part of the plan. He was not suppose to touch her. He was only bound in a contract with her for her sake, for her protection. Then where was this attraction and desire coming from? No, wrong question. He knew that he had been attracted to her from the start. He was no longer denying that. But still, it was no excuse. But there was no controlling it now. She had invaded his thoughts and dreams for days now. And all that he knew was that he wanted her. If she had not stopped him then and there, he would've coaxed her into submission. And he knew that it wouldn't have ended well for him.

That innocent girl had lit a fire deep inside of him. And he was losing control. And now he needed to somehow relieve himself.He tried to busy himself in work but it just wasn't good enough for Sadia's face and her words kept circling in his mind.

No! This needed to stop.

Zameer quickly dialed a number on his cell.

"Yeah?" The reveiver spoke in a bored tone.

"I need a girl." Zameer ordered. "Young, probably late teens or early twenties. Quiet and docile. Pronto!" He barked and hung up. He was feeling too overwhelmed. No, he was frustrated. He had never been frustrated over a woman before and that too a girl. And his frustration was long overdue.

He had never felt like this before. He was always empty. He held no feelings or thoughts about anyone aside from the Ghulari twins. All that he felt as intense loyalty and love for the people who had made into something. And he never felt anything for anyone ever before and especially not for a woman. That's why marriage was such a light matter for him. He had no care because he didn't believe that he deserved to find happiness in marriage with a good life partner. He had committed to many atrocities to ever think that he could deserve happiness. So he had no choice but to give up on his only dream: for a happy family.

Even though Sadia was his wife, he couldn't even think of giving her that position or her rights because then that would mean that it would turn real and end up destroying everything that he was working hard to correct.

No, why the hell am I thinking about all of this? He mentally bashed himself, pressing hard on the accelerator. I need to stop this. A good rough fuck is all I need. Busy days are coming up and I need to get focused. He told himself as he arrived at the Hotel Grand in downtown Islamabad. This particular hotel was also one of the many night club and Whore houses that the MMM owned. But the Hotel Grand was only reserved for the top ranks of the Mafia. Only a select few could access the pleasures that were kept hidden from the outside world. Zameer hadn't been to this place in months. Or at least the last time he placed an order, it was a long time ago and now he felt that it was too overdue.

Zameer made his way to the penthouse suite. He stormed into the bedroom and quickly began to undress. He threw his tie harshly away and was taking off his suit jacket when he caught the site of liquor in a wall cabinet.

He contemplated. He could really use a drink. But he knew that he wasn't one to handle his alcohol. He would get too drunk and it was always Bad. And the last time he got drunk was when Shahzeb was killed. He couldn't handle the sorrow so he drowned himself in alcohol and the results were bad. But damn, he needed a drink and he needed one badly.

He approached the liquor cabinet and poured himself some scotch. The familiar taste had his taste buds numbing and his throat burning but it felt good. He chugged down the glass and was about to pour himself some more when he got sidetracked from a knock on his door.

"Enter!" He commanded and the door open to reveal his order for the night. She was standing in a black robe, her head bowed down in respect.

"The finest we have for the night." The task master commented as he revealed the girl's face. Zameer smirked in satisfaction.

"Adequate." He said and flicked his wrist in silent command. The task master understood and quickly left.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded and headed back to the liquor cabinet. "And lie on the bed with your legs wide open."

The girl nodded and obeyed.

Zameer's eyes stayed on her. She wasn't shy or clumsy as Sadia. Her movements were quick but they weren't regal or graceful like Sadia's movements. But he didn't know. He hadn't witnessed much of Sadia on her normal routine. But he could imagine. So he allowed himself to imagine that the girl was Sadia. And he was about to fuck Sadia instead of the whore.

Sadia wasn't his. But inside his head, she was his. And only his.

So, he took off his shirt and the rest of his clothes. Slowly, he approached the bed. He didn't look at the girl's face. Instead, he closed his eyes and when he opened his eyes again, he was looking at Sadia's face. She was smiling at him. Her eyes were shinning. She wanted him. And he was only too glad to oblige.

Settling between her legs, he positioned himself at her entrance. Closing his eyes, he entered her warmth and heard her feminine moans. But for him, he kept imagining Sadia. What would her moans sound like? Would she be this soft as well?

As he moved, the girl moved with him as he pumped in deep but not hard.

She was responsive. Too responsive. Would Sadia be this responsive as well?

He suddenly went stiff when he recalled the slap. The feeling behind it. And Sadia's rage.

No, she didn't want him. She hated him. To her, he was a criminal. Someone who abducted her, used her and caged her.

She would never respond to him. Never.

And she would never smile for him. Her eyes would only ever be full of hatred for him. Nothing more and nothing less.

His eyes flew open and he no longer saw Sadia's face. It the face of another.

And he was reminded of the harsh reality that he so desperately wanted to escape from.

"Why did you stop?" The girl's shrill voice brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down and frowned. No, this girl was definitely not Sadia.

And it filled him with anger.

This girl wasn't what he wanted.

He wanted Sadia.

But he knew that he couldn't have her. And she would never accept him.

Zameer's blood boiled with fury and he quickly got off of the girl. "Stay put!" He ordered angerily and went to the liquor cabinet. He took a bottle of whiskey and chugged down the whole bottle in one go. He needed to stop thinking. He needed to stop imagining. He only wanted to fulfil his body's needs. There was no place for emotions. When he felt his senses numb and his emotions lock down, he went back to the bed. Without warning, he took the girl by her hair so roughly that she screamed. He made her stand and turned her around, her back facing his front as she heard him hiss in her ear. "Scream at the top of your lungs!" The frowned in confusion but he confusion died down when Zameer through her on the bed on her stomach, opened her legs widely and with a growl, he entered real hard and deep, causing the girl to scream loudly.

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Sadia was feeling on edge. Throughtout that night, She felt scared and alone. She kept her door locked and didn't open it at all for anyone, not even for her caretaker, Syeda ama. Sadia feared that it might be Zameer and she didn't want him anywhere near herself.

Not after that night, she didn't want to see him. And she prayed that she wouldn't get the chance either. She no longer felt safe with Zameer..

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"Zameer!"

He frowned and turned in bed as the loud bangs on the distant door caused him disturbance.

"Open the door!" the noise was getting too much that it caused an irritated Zameer to get up but due to the massive hangover, Zameer's head began to pound with pain. He felt someone move on the other side of the bed and he remembered that he wasn't alone.

"Get the door." He commanded. A low feminine groan came from the side but soon enough, he felt the ed shift and the move. soon, the door was opened.

"Zameer?!" He heard Qadeem bark and he quickly noticed the anger in his tone.

Groaning to himself, Zameer got out of bed and sat up.

"There you are. I've been looking for you all morning."

"What's the rush?" Zameer slurred as he rubbed his face.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Zameer!" Qadeem exclaimed in disbelief. "Boss is leaving for Murree in a few hours and you're here in downtown, fucking around and drunk."

Zameer sighed as he looked at Qaddem's face. "Yeah I know. I'll be down in five minutes."

"Make that two." Qadeem spat in disgust. "Honestly, what's gotten over you? These are important days. You've been getting drunk too much lately. If you keep this up, then I might have to report you in."

Zameer's head snapped in Qadeem's direction and the cold chilling glare that he send his way made Qadeem feel uneasy.

Even though Zameer was no longer second in command, but he still held his position of fear and respect among the top ranks. and Qadeem was no exception. But right now, Qadeem was the second in command and all that Zameer could do was silently obey.

"I'm sober. I'll be right down."

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Sadia saw Shehryaar and Anissa leave the mansion early in the morning. She hadn't seen Zameer anywhere and she was glad as well.

That night, there was no sign of anyone returning. The entire mansion was quiet. Sadia would gaze outside of her window and find that even the grounds were dark and silent.

It had been more then a week she had been here and she had never seen this place so dark and quiet. Perhaps it was because the boss wasn't around..

The next morning, Sadia had just gotten dressed when her caretaker, Syeda ama entered her room. Sadia sighed and faced the old lady.

"I was wondering if.....um, I could have breakfast outside." She said.

The old lady looked at her, her facial expression was unreadable. Sadia had read the old lady like an open book. She wasn't expressive and was very silent but Sadia knew that she was very clever.

"Breakfast outside, sahiba?" She queried.

Sadia quickly cleared her throat. "Yes."

"Very well. I'll have the patio set-"

"Can....um, I have breakfast inside." She requested, her cheeks glowing red. Syeda ama looked at her with a knowing expression. Sadia always preferred to go outside but she wasn't allowed without Zameer being present. For Syeda ama, she thought that Sadia would want to go outside since she was always gazing out of her window. And Sadia was quick to notice the suspicion in the old woman's eyes.

"Um, I'm feeling rather poorly, so.....I thought that I should have it inside."

"If you like sahiba, I can have your breakfast brought in here."

"N-no," Sadia cleared her throat again and remained composed. "I have been in this room for too long. I would like a change in pace."

Syeda ama looked at Sadia for a second and nodded and led her to the dinning hall. Sadia hadn't had the opportunity to properly see the mansion and now that it was daytime, many places were clear. And Sadia remained careful as she looked around.

The hall was vast. And what was more, Sadia could make out that the hall had several large windows. And they were surrounded by wild trees from the outside. Now Sadia was sure that these windows lead to the forest behind the mansion. Now the only thing left to confirm was if there was a boundary wall. Of course there would be but how tall would it be? As far as she knew, the dinning hall was on the first floor?

I'll have to see from the first or second floor. Sadia thought to herself as she finished her breakfast.

When she finished, she got up with the excuse of wanted to look around but was surprised when Syeda ama asked her to return to her room.

"But I-"

"I apologise, Sahiba, but Zameer Sahib strictly told me to keep you inside your room until he returned."

Sadia's stared at Syeda Ama. "Uh, when will he be back?"

"I'm not sure. But most definitely in a few days."

"What....happened anyway? Everyone has been gone since yesterday."

"I am not aware. Shehryaar Sahib had an important conference in Murree. They have gone to attend that."

A conference? Sadia thought and then immediately something clicked. They were in Murree. It was far from where Sadia was right now. And they had been gone for almost a day now and would not be back for another few days most probably. There was no telling when they would be back. Now was the time to make an escape.

As Sadia went up the stairs and back to her room, she locked her door and rushed to the window. And as she had calculated, the guards that were once patrolling the grounds were no where to be seen.

The boss wasn't around. So his guards left along with him. Sadia thought with glee. Now she knew that she could make an escape. Now was the time.

But to her surprise, when she left her room, she saw Syeda ama standing outside her door.

"Is there anything you need?" She asked in monotone.

"Uh, I was wondering if I could just stroll around."

"Very well." The old lady gave way much to Sadia's relief but as she started to walk, she realised that Syeda ama was following closely behind.

"Why are you following me?" She asked. The old lady didn't reply.

Sadia knew the answer and she felt annoyed. She stopped walking and faced Syeda ama. But she was careful not to let her disdain show on her face.

"Am I not allowed to wander by myself."

Syeda ama was quiet. Sadia's annoyance increased but she kept a straight face.

"Mr. Sheikh gave me full liberty to roam around the mansion."

"Yes, but only in his presence." Syeda ama retorted dryly. Sadia felt her blood boil with rage. So instead of proceeding to the second floor, Sadia stomped back to her room.

She felt so annoyed. So, the old lady was put in charge of keeping an eye on her. She knew that she won't be able to do what she wanted to do.

I'll have to get back to this at night. She thought to herself.

She was cautious of her caretaker, Syeda ama, but Sadia knew that the old lady had her limits and thus, she wouldn't dare to follow her around especially when Zameer had instructed her not to. But despite that, she was irritated and angry because the old lady kept watch on her like a hawk. So Sadia moved around that night but it wasn't of any use since it was too dark to see the places clearly and when she went to the second floor, as she had suspected, the boundary wall was very high. but from the second floor, she could make an attempt at crossing it.

She finally figured out a route. But it wasn't going to be easy since there were cameras everywhere. And even the maids and butlers around the mansion kept a vigilant watch on her during the day time when Syeda ama would not be around her.

She hated being under watchful eyes all the time. And staying locked up inside her room was making her feel anxious during the daytime but she didn't let it come to her face. She acted cool and calm.

Two days passed by and no one came. Zameer was no where in sight and the boss hadn't returned as well so Sadia kept thinking about her plan. She didn't have enough time to waste. It was now or never.

Sadia was out that evening in the garden. It seemed that the splendours of nature was the only way that caused her to feel comforted. She was in the front gardens, relaxing with a cup of tea until it got dark. But even there, she could feel as if someone was watching her and she didn't need to look to know who it was.

The old lady is as strict as ever. Sadia thought to herself as she pretended to relax. Syeda ama saw the young woman stare into space. But really, Sadia was doing measurements inside her head as she fixed her gaze on the boundary walls around the mansion. Her eyes kept moving around without moving her neck so as to not let the old woman behind her notice what she was upto.

That's it. She thought in utmost glee, smirking internally. I've got it.

Sadia got up and retired back to her room. But as soon as she was inside, she locked her door and got to work. Tearing off the bedsheets and the cotton from the bed, Sadia got to work. She was going to escapte tonight, at any costs.

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