Sheharzaad's body jolted as soon as the phone crashed against the wall, now lying on the

floor in an almost unrecognizable state. She was finding it difficult to breathe. She used to be

scared even of his frown, and now he stood in front of her, in all his glory, rage radiating

from him.

She thought she would die from fear.

She felt like going to her knees and begging him for forgiveness, but she knew it wouldn't

calm his dark soul.

"How the hell did you dare do that, Sheharzaad?"

She shook her ...