AZEZAL POV

I let my fingertips graze lightly against the handle of the sharp knife that rested on my table just in front of me. Finally enclosing my fingers around it I bought it near my eyes, observing the metal.

A hellish grin pestered on my face staring at the metal and bringing it near my other hand palm. Tracing the Cold sharp metal lightly against my hoarse palm skin, I drew out some blood. Perceiving the blood running down my palm, I set the bloodly knife on the desk again.

Taking out my phone, I called Dr. Daina and leaned back against my chair. She received it on the second ring. Before she spoke anything I spoke up, "I cut my hand. Send her with a first aid box".

I wanted to spent more time in hospital office then before even if I didn't had that much work here. And I also knew why.

I cut the call without another word, tossing the phone on my desk and taking a cigarette, I light it up with the zippo lighter. I took a deep puff, the smoke run down my veins and nerves relieving me as I exhaled.

I heard a gentle knock on the door and knew who it is. "Come in" I uttered gruffly.

She let the door open slightly peeking in and then stepping inside. All of a sudden the atmosphere here turned chiller ensuring her presence and again a part of me became reassured too which was seeking for her. Thinking if she was okay, even if it didn't clarify any of the things I was thinking.

"Dr. Diana sent me here. She said you are bleeding and she told me to bring this first aid kit in your office" She murmured in a low voice and gestured at the first aid kit that she's holding.

I took another puff of the cigarette and motioned her by my eyes to come near. She hesitated but took steps and stood infront of my desk.

She wore a white shirt and Jeans, along with her apron above. Her hair tied up in a messy bun. Eyes swollen and puffy as if the result of crying for hours. Her pink plumpy lips sealed in a thin line as if she doesn't know what to say anymore.

"How are you going to treat and mend my hand from there?" I quired arching eyebrow at her after exhaling a puff of my cigarette.

"Where?" Her eyes went down probably not able to take the heat of my stare. She gulped and asked again. "Where are you hurt?"

"So many places that can't be mend anymore" I murmured hoarsely under my breath. Her eyes came up and met mine as he heard me say. There was a moment of silence, then she tried to speak again after our small staring game.

"I..I " I cut her off raising my bleeding hand so that she could see it. "Here"

She stepped towards me and stopped just beside my chair. A few coughs came out of her mouth, result of my smoking. The cigarette is still burning encaged between my two fingers. A smirk marked my lips as I watched her almost gasping for clean air. I knew how much she detested smoking and here I'm smoking in a enclosed room just to agitate her.

Her gaze drifted to my desk for a second and her eyes found the knife laying on my desk with blood drenched edges. Now the questions might already have emerged in her mind that I did it myself, I cut myself. She averted her eyes back to my hand but didn't say anything.

I watched her bending on her knees just beside the chair I sat upon. I couldn't help but imagine her bending on her knees between my legs at my mercy. Her teary eyes looking at me when I force my every bit of me down her little slutty mouth which is too beautiful to even fold me around. I poked my inner cheek watching her taking out stuffs from the first aid kit.

Trying to get my erotic thoughts out of my head so that I don't grab the back of pretty head of her and bring her alluring face to my crotch. But I couldn't disagree how much I wanted those sweet, pink, plumpy lips around my majesty, her endeavors of taking every bit of it inside her warm mouth.

"Fuck" I murmured under my breath and leaned against the chair closing my eyes for a moment. In an attempt to get rid of the dangerous thoughts. She was probably staring at me now. I bought the burning cigarette back to my lips and drew out a puff, thinking it will help me but I was wrong.

When she barely touched my hand to treat my wound all my attempts of discarding my titillating thoughts almost died up entirely. Keeping my eyes closed and not watching her treating my wound felt like a torture in this moment. I opened my eyes and looked at my side, at her.

She's focused on cleaning the wound, her eyes fixed on her work. A few strands of her hair shielded her exhausted but still absolutely enchanting face. Letting out a small sigh which wasn't even audible, I took the last loud puff of my cigarette and blew it right on her face intentionally.

She shouldn't have this impact on me. Why does her presence make me feel so abnormal and surreal. The smoke hit her face and her eyes turned watery as she coughed loudly. My smirk lasted till she was fine again. She looked at me. "If you can please smoke after I leave, it would be a great favour" she spoke in between her coughs.

"I don't do anyone a favour. I was thinking to toss the cigarette before but now I think I'll smoke another one" My tongue poked my cheek hiding the laugh due to the poker face she made hearing me out.

"This is a hospital. No smoke place" I muttered out of the blue and a short laugh escaped my mouth. "This is my hospital and my office" I affirmed straightly in a calm manner. She slightly rolled her eyes. What the heck? Rolled her eyes? At me? No one in their life had ever dared to do so if they valued their life.

Another instant urge grew inside me to roll her down on the table and put some senses inside her, spank her till she beg to stop and make her perceive what happens if anyone would ever dare to roll their eyes at me.

She leaned towards my hand again, bandaging it now. Her face reflected how much she is vexed at me at this moment and doesn't even want to speak a word anymore.

"From when did you have aquaphobia?" I enquired and her hands stopped their work which were wrapping the bandage around my hand before. Her eyes still fixed to my injured palm. She blinked and her neck slightly raised up and down indicating she gulped. Then her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as she bit onto it.

It was the main reason she was here. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know every fucking thing that happened in her life after we parted but I didn't even had a proper justification to even myself why. But especially this is a significant one. I knew she has Claustrophobia from before but the aquaphobia is new.

I wanted to know from her since that night but after that she didn't come to hospital for a day or 2 and didn't even set a step our of her house. I didn't even want to barg inside her house as I knew the password, even if she changed it wasn't a problem for me but I knew she needed space. Cause a certain phobia can severely impact a person and I didn't want to make her face me that time. But now I knew it's all fine.

"When I ask something, I expect an answer" I growled in my raspy tone after a few seconds of silent that I didn't like. She didn't answer my question, nor stared up at me. Her lower lip still between her teeth as she was still biting onto it.

She inhaled and took a short stare at me, then again her eyes went back to my hand as she started bandaging it again.

"That's none of your concern" she murmured those words lowly but it only ignited the fire inside me. I grabbed her hand with my hand that she just half-bandaged. She glared at me stunned, astonishment visible in her eyes.

In a matter of second I stood up and pulled her between my hands, trapping her against the desk.

"Say that again" my voice flashed venom with every words splitting out of my mouth. She only gawked at me utterly stupefied. Confusion and fear pestered on her face.

"No words?" She still stared at me silently. Eyes fearful, lips slightly parted drawing inside deep breaths.

"You are my concern. Everything related to you is my business" I snarled at her face, my jaw clenched. "It isn't" she mouthed out the words with equal fierce now. Her eyes staring direct at mine.

I leaned onto her more with a deadly smirk. "You love provoking me. Right?" "I don't. You make me do it" she stare dead in my eyes not even flinching back on the table. But I could notice how tensed she still was due to our closeness.

"Girl learned to snap back?" "Step back" she said again, absolutely ignoring my words. My smirk widened and my hand went to her face caressing her face lightly with my knuckles. My eyes tilted down to her neck watching her a she gulped.

My hand trailed down from her face to her neck touching it gently with my knuckles. She inhaled a deep breath but didn't say anything, I could feel her eyes on me all the while. Her cheeks turning red.

Then my hand trailed down more coming in contact with her white shirt that had the first button open. My fingers fidgeted with the second button. Her chest raising up and down with every deep breath she took. I could clearly hear her every breath. The perfect swell of her breasts were teasing and only adding to my arousal.

If I could show her how much I wanted her, I would. She isn't anything special. It's just that I'm a man and I have needs. And the situation isn't helping it either. That's what I made myself believe just so I can convince myself nothing is like before. I knew I wanted her in bed but not for something like having feelings for her. It's only to calm my beast that is still raging since years.

She never let me have her even when we were together. She asked for time and I gave her, cause I knew to respect. But that time never came. At a moment I almost thought she didn't trust me enough and blamed myself for lacking her trust. Then I got to know it wasn't anything like that.

She never loved me. She used to fuck that bastard Levi she called her friend in my back. She only used me for my money and status. She broke my trust and there I was blaming myself thinking it's been months since we started dating and I still couldn't make her feel safe around me. I thought she needed space and I never forced her into anything.

But did I know she never let me touch her that way not because she was insecure or felt unsafe around me. Realization only burned me into a hell when I comprehended she only preserved herself for that fucked up bastard.

But I also know to control myself as a man very well. Due to fidgeting my fingers broke the second button of her shirt. Her breaths halted in her chest but she still didn't push me back and that's what it stun me.

I could slightly see her black bra and her cleavage as I was tall enough from her. She barely reached my shoulder.

I wanted to know how far she will let this continue, so I didn't even step back. My lips went to her jawline and her eyes clenched shut. So she won't stop me? If that's the case it will end up me fucking her right against this desk.

My fury grew more and more with my lust. She never fails to prove she is nothing but a slut. A desperate slut who is already ready for being fucked at my office on my desk.

I bited her smooth skin and she hissed. I could taste her blood where I bit her. I leaned into her more my lips trailing down to cleavage and all of a sudden she yelled to my disbelief, "Stop!" And pushed hard against my chest which didn't even flinch me back.

"Do you have a fucking clue what you are doing?" She yelped and bought her hands to her face covering her face. "Isn't this what you want? Man at your feet? Man hungry for you?" My devilish grin back on my face.

I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted her to stop me. But now, one side of my was still ferocious thinking she is doing this for that son of a bitch again. She belongs to me. And if that's the case I won't hesitate a bit to bring that bastard Levi dead in front of her eyes. I let that happen that time but not anymore.

She isn't ashamed of being the slut she is with every other men. How much she liked male attention, goddamn assholes checking her out in her dress clinging to her body. She never failed to prove she is nothing but a slag.

I don't love her. Not after what she did to my life and me. Her real self revealed what a witch she is and how well she could play and prey.

"Your acting won't get you anywhere you know?" She still hid her face with her palms while I encaged her between me and the desk.

"You won't ask who changed your dress that night?" My teeth clenched as I asked just to provoke her. My shoulders tensed as I leaned onto her once more. She slowly removed her hands from her face and letting me have a look of her teary eyes as she looked up at me.

I didn't change her dress but I won't let her know this.

"W-Who changed my dress?" She asked eagerly her voice whined in between. I smirked and she knew it was me, that's what I wanted her to know.

"It isn't a fact.. right? A body of a slag like you isn't really a big deal. No wonder how many men have seen it" my words lashed at her face and she looked at me with her eyes filled with disgust and hatred. I want this and it's beginning. I wanted to see her despise for me since years.

"No words left to say? But there's something I wonder about" I breathed onto her face aggressively. "What do I lack? Money, status, I'm handsome and hot. Women die to get fucked by me. But there's you who had me as a fucking boyfriend and never... " I cackled up sadistically.

"I wonder what that dick had in him that you fucked him behind my back even when I had and have everything you refuse me cross limit" I snapped at her face and watched her as she looked at me with a fiercely now. Then all of a sudden, she grabbed the glass filled with water from my desk and splashed it right at my face. I never imagined it was coming.

"Enough!" She whined loudly at my face, her hands pushed against my chest and she flew in a second from here escaping through the small gap she created between us.

I drew my wet hair back, brushing them with my fingers and ran my hands down my drenched face. My lips pulled up a demonous grin as I watched the door that she left through.

That was a job of pure guts. She was bold enough to pull up this stunt on me. My tongue poked my inner cheek holding the grin as I sat back on my chair. Her this audibility could literally pay her deadly, she has no clue about.

I held my phone to my ear and spoke, "Leera will speak among the residents from our hospital in the international medical conference which will be held day after tomorrow"

I ended the call. The international medical conference this year will be held in New York day after tomorrow. Even she knows it but has no clue till now that she will need to participate in it. But that isn't it, what's running through my mind right at this moment is.

I leaned back on the chair with a deep sigh as I lit another cigarette up. I inhaled a deep puff and let the smoke consume me.

"You'll see now, Leera. I don't let disrespect against me disappear into thin air that easily"

LEERA POV

I closed the washroom door with a jerk, probably making others wonder what possibly happened to me.

I halted against the closed door as my back hit against it and closed my mouth with my palm tightly and screamed my heart out, my hand didn't let a sound come out of my mouth.

Tears trailed down my eyes which were swollen due to crying straightly for days. I don't want this. I don't want myself like this. I want to get home, hug my dad and cry onto his lap. I want to tell every small bit of my sorrows to him and let him console me. That's what I insanely need at this moment but I couldn't help but cry alone in this bathroom, feeling like nobody in this city which I'm living in for month but still felt nothing but a stranger city.

He wanted to know why I didn't let him ever cross the line? Yes I didn't! Because I was afraid. I'm still afraid.

I wanted to shout at his face I never let him because I was just a teenager of 16 years, a eleventh grader, when I almost got raped. I weeped more, and my chest clenched tight everytime I thought about it. And now it was the moment when I feel like wanting to die thinking about it.

FLASHBACK

"Leera, sir told you to get this stuff to the storeroom" one of my friend told me and I nodded, holding up the unusable materials from the chemistry lab. I'm here working after class hours, so there weren't much students here in school right now.

I reached the store room at the 4th floor and pushed the door open with my back as my hands were already loaded with stuffs. I came inside and set everything.

When I turned back I stunned on my place seeing the one year senior guy who's crazy about me since last year at the entrance. The door closed behind him and he locked it.

"What are you doing here, Max? Why did you l-lock the door" My voice halted in my chest but I knew how much I'm freaking out inside knowing what a maniac he is.

"Leera, as if you don't know?" He stepped towards me.

"So you won't accept me?" I stepped back, looking around for help.

"Max. You are crazy. Go back and open that door" my eyes almost teared up with fear by the look he is giving me.

My back hit the boxs behind me and I couldn't help anything. I pushed him as he came close to me but he slapped me across my face and ripped the side of my dress.

I yelled but his hand clenched my neck not letting me scream. I paused as if everything is tearing apart and I couldn't do anything as I felt him tear my dress fully with a knife he bought.

FLASHBACK ENDS

"No! No! Nooo!" I screamed this time with my hands covering my ears. I don't want to think about this anymore. In my entire life how many of demolishing traumas I faced nobody but only I knew.

I was so lucky to have Levi in my life. He saved me just at the right moment from that incident. It's only he who knows about this incident. After that incident, that ass Max never came back to school, even probably left the city. I didn't want it to spread only because what hurt it will cause to my parents when they'll get to know. And there wasn't even any chance to get that Max either. So I made him promise to keep it between us.

I never even dared to talk about this with anyone else in my entire life that I almost faced rape. Just so that it doesn't end up getting to my parents ears. I knew it wasn't right but I didn't know what else I could do at just 16 years old. I never told Azezal about it either and thoughts about sexual encounters even terrified me so much. The fear clung to my heart since years.

"The girl he calls a slut is actually nothing but a girl who was almost raped when she didn't even understand the birds and the bees properly" I winced internally, holding onto my chest. This was the deepest secret of my life and I buried inside me for years. But today it hurt me again just as that time.

Sometimes life haunts you with the things that you buried deep inside yourself dead long back, bring back the endurance the time you hated throughout your entire life again, but you can't help doing anything about it rather endure the agony once again. Cause this is how life is.

Even after all these, I fought through it all by my own. But now what's weakening me?....

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