Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

He didn't even knew himself that how much he missed her. He wanted her close to him, able to feel her body against him. Take her into such a tight hug that their scents could intermingle with each other, introducing a new smell. She was hypnotizing to his senses. 
He wanted to feel her lips against his, he wanted to feel her skin under his rough hands. She was all his then how can she run away?

He was becoming crazy, his madness was making him hollow inside. The way he treated her felt like now she she was treating him in the same way.

When you want something desperately and really bad, not wanting to know the consequences or conditions and only that thing runs far away from your reach, makes you feel like a empty loser.

That's what he felt. He had everything not just Ayleen. And he only wanted Ayleen. Luxuries around him didn't provide him the peace he needed.

To quench his thirst and slow down the pain of his heart, he went down to his posh wet bar where all kind liquors were present to entertain him.

Everyone was asleep by then which brought a sense of peace to his mind. He took out a bottle of old wine and sat on one if the stools.

Grabbing a antique designed transparent glass, he took out the small content of bottle into the glass. He took a sip and it burned down his throat, making him feel pleasure.

Glass after another, he was drinking continuously. He didn't realized the presence and continuous gaze of his secretary.

As he felt her eyes, he motioned her to join him if she wants.

"You can drink if you want"

She was dressed in her night gown. She took calculated steps towards him and then sat beside him, on one of the stools.

He offered her a glass and she hesitated.

"Don't be formal, working hours are over now" he replied, half drunk by now.

"Thankyou" she took the glass delightedly.

"Then can I ask you some informal questions too?" She asked with a smile.

"Sure" he replied.

"Why did you acted differently before after I mentioned her appearance?" She asked cautiously.

"Because I walked past her and was not able to recognize her" he replied simply.

"For how long are you going to find her?" She asked again while stirling the liquid.

"Until she's alive" he replied while taking a large gulp.

"Do you love her so much?" She asked, a hint of sympathy and seductiveness in her voice as she placed her hand on the top of his large hand. 
 

He didn't replied and remained silent.

"She was not that special, she never listened to you. Why don't you try other woman who willingly want to worship your every move?" She whispered to him while she leaned in more. Her cleavage visible to his eyes.

He still remained silent.

"Just look at yourself. She has ruined you. Don't let her win and enjoy your life. You deserve pleasure and now it's becoming your need." She placed the glass on the island while her left hand ran up to his hair, massaging it lightly.

He closed his eyes.

"Let me give you" she whispered, lust dripping from her voice.

She leaned forward and then placed her lips against his. Gently kissing him.

He didn't move or either responded to her blunt move.

She further tried to unbutton his shirt when he pushed her away.

"I don't want you to pleasure me" he said calmly not trying to lash out at her.

She looked at him with shocked and embarrassed face. 
She sensed the underlying fury between his words so she turned around and left without another word.

He put the glass down and picked up the bottle, pressing it with his mouth, letting the content flow like water down his throat.

But no use.....

It didn't ease the pain inside him.

*

She got ready for her first day of job. She was so glad to finally wear her white coat again. It kind of made her feel proud if herself. That she achieved something for herself, by her own hard work and she was capable of doing wonders.

She knew her worth really well and that's why she always wanted a man who can value her worth. But unluckily not every woman has a shining fate, some are meant to struggle and become strong after going through a harsh journey. And she was one of it.

After a applying a natural makeup, and styling her hair into a ponytail she looked at herself again in the mirror. After approving the look she wore her gown, shoes and then picking up her bag she looked out of the window. 
As she analyzed nothing unusual, she closed it. She was about to got out when she realized she didn't wore her perfume.

She went back and sprayed that cherry blossom fragrance on her body. All of sudden she remembered his manly smell around him. The memory was still fresh and it felt like he was still around him.

She became so psychologically unwell that even after she escaped him, she doubted her body to smell like him for several days. She had hallucinations that he was always around her.

A sense of insecurity made her sick but gladly she was out of it now. But yesterday's incident rewinded all her painful memories that she didn't wanted to think about.

After wearing her perfume, she got out if her little apartment, locking the door.

As she took the bus, she told herself.    ' this is the last day I'm taking a bus to go for my work. From tomorrow I won't have to travel like this as they will send a private transport, and that way I will be more safe'

The thought made her relax and more at ease.

She reached the hospital on time. She was guided to her department by that same doctor.

"You will work under Dr. Samantha" she told her while she looked around her little doctor room.

"Dr. Samantha?" Ayleen knew that name before but she didn't know if it could be the same person.

"Yeah she will be here in a minute. She is the most senior classified doctor of our hospital. You will work under her. She will be here in a minute then I'll introduce you while you can relax yourself with your colleagues" the doctor told her and went away.