Two weeks had already passed since she officially joined the company. Her upline was content with her work and considered her an asset to the company, given the amount of hard work she put into her work. She had always been a hardworking and dedicated person. And she would continue her performance, giving no reason for anyone to point out any mistakes in her performance.

One thing she noticed that had her disturbed was Rafay. She had gauged that he was not the good guy because, at regular intervals, he would somehow try to find a way by which he could touch her. He would deliberately touch her and find excuses to talk to her. 'Accidentally' placing his hand on hers, making her fall so he could grasp her. Touching her and then apologizing, saying it was a coincidence, but she knew it wasn't a coincidence at all.

He was enjoying harassing her.

She had been trying to find the right time to address this matter to him, that what he was doing was not right, but she was waiting for a reason, as she would be applying for a loan within a week. She couldn’t directly tell this to her boss because she was new in this company, and Rafay could manipulate the situation in his own favor. They would definitely prefer Rafay to Sheharzaad because her position was not as strong as his in this company, and he was an older employee.

She had come to the conclusion that she would have to bear it for a while and gather proof to prove her innocence. She cannot speak or do anything without gathering enough proof against him.

Like every other day, she was working late into the night at the office. The floor was once again drowning in silence, making the sound of night bugs prominent. There was no voice other than her fingers tapping against the keyboard.

Her grey eyes were focused on the computer screen as if she was oblivious to the world and just immersed in her work.

Suddenly, she heard the turning of the doorknob of her cabin, and she looked up only to have her eyes widen with surprise.

Her brain showed her red flags. Something wasn’t right.

"What are you doing here? And at this time?" she asked, standing up from her chair.

"You work under me, I came to check on you," Rafay answered with a smirk.

"But you left at 7," Sheharzaad said, with fear rising in her.

"I came to check up on you," the words rolled out of his mouth in a way that confirmed he was up to no good.

"I would manage, Mr. Rafay. You can go."

"But I don't want to go," he said, stepping closer and closing the door. She didn’t notice, but he stealthily turned the lock.

"Keep the door open, Mr. Rafay!" she almost shouted. His actions were speaking of his evil intentions.

"There’s nobody on this floor, so you can make your voice loud as much as you want."

"What do you want?" She remained still in her position as he stepped closer. She didn’t want to make her fear evident on her face.

"I want you, Sheharzaad."

"Are you in your senses?!" She made a disgusting face and tried to hide the panic that was overtaking her. She didn’t want him to know her fear. She tried to act boldly in front of him, covering her fear.

"I always wanted you since the day my eyes laid on you," he deliriously replied, scanning her body from toe to head. There was lust evident in his eyes. She could smell the reek of alcohol coming off of him.

"Don’t come near me," her voice came out alarmed as he came closer and closer.

"Give yourself to me or—"

"Stay away!" She pointed her finger at him threateningly.

"Or I’ll take you by force."

She stepped backward now.

"HELP!" She began to scream.

"Nobody would listen," he smirked, taking off his belt and letting his pants drop down to his boxers.

Her eyes widened more, and she screamed, "HELP!" She was desperately trying to find something with which she could attack him.

"Even if we have sex over here, then still you won’t be able to do anything. It’s you who seduced me and asked me to come over here. I have proof," he stated with mirth and came closer to her.

"Stay away, bastard!"

"I want to show you what a bastard is," he lunged at her, grasping her neck in the process and pressing his lips on hers. But at the cue, she managed to take hold of the vase and smashed it at his head.

He shouted in pain, placing his hand on his head, and she rushed toward the door. She struggled to open it as her hands were shivering badly. She turned her head to look at him, and the very next second, she screamed with pain when the buckle of his belt landed on her face.

"BITCH!" He groaned with a restrained voice. He strolled toward her and landed a slap on her face that made her land on the floor, and he got on top of her.

"Leave me!" She screamed helplessly. "LEAVE ME!" She was shouting helplessly, but he got a hold of her dupatta and threw it away.

"Not yet. Let me have you," he said, and she struggled underneath him. But he locked her movements by putting his weight on her and tied her hands with her dupatta.

"Leave me!" she pleaded and writhed under him, but he was lost in his lust, and his hand invaded her trousers. She was struggling to get out of his hold, but he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Don’t ruin me," she hiccupped. "God is watching. Don’t ruin me, fear the Almighty," she sobbed.

"You texted me, then what’s this drama? I know you’re a slut." He slowly began to pull her trousers down, making her thrash her legs.