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

"I want to know who else was involved in planning. I need all names in 24 hours on my table. And keep a sharp eye on all of our projects. Maintain high security around the house and get the car ready, I will visit my right hand" Umer instructed his left hand to make sure all the needed arrangements. 

"Sir I don't think it will be reliable for you to visit in hospital. As the bullet was taken out on time. He is really better now. As it is dangerous we will soon shift him to the house" his left hand suggested, analyzing the situation. 

"Okay then inform me when he'll be shifted and get the other things done right away" he said and stood from his chair. 

"Sure sir and.... Your wound is bleeding" he hesitated to tell him. 

"Please get a bandage, should I send in a nurse?" He said with concern. 

"No it's fine we already have a doctor in house now, just ask the maid to get the first aid kit in my room. I'll get it done" he said and left his study room to meet his personal doctor. 

He opened the door and entered. She was lying on the bed with Yousef beside her. Her eyes were closed. He quietly stepped toward his cupboard and took out his clothes, trying not to make any noise in order not to wake her. 

Then he went inside the bathroom to take a bath. As he turned on the shower and water hit his wound, it caused alot of pain. 

While he was taking bath the maid knocked on the door. She knocked three times which made Ayleen got up from her sleep and open the door. 

She handed her the first aid kit. 

"But I didn't asked for it" she said as she tried to remember if she asked for it. 

"Mr Umer ordered me to bring it" she replied and then Ayleen realized the sound of running shower which meant he was already inside the room. 

She thanked her and closed the door, placing the aid kit on the table. 

She sat on the bed and nervously fumbled with her fingers, trying to get out of the situation. She didn't know how she will convince him to let her go. 

But as per her observation he looked quite different now. His face changed, looked quite stern now but still those features had her hooked to him in awe for a moment. He looked more scary, introvert and although he was never talkative but seemed like he liked silence more now. 

As she was jumbling up her views and thoughts about him, he appeared from the bathroom. Only a towel tied around his waist, the blood peeping out from his wound, he looked quite hot. 

She gulped hardly as she found herself all heated up. She averted her eyes not in order to look at him. He smirked at her reaction, ' still shy' he thought. 

"Your wound is bleeding, you should go to hospital" she said without looking at him. 

"Why should I go when I already have a doctor at home?" He replied plainly. 

"But still..." She was cut off in between. 

"I don't think you care about me then from where this all concern is coming?" He clapped back trying to make her nervous. 

"Stop acting like a savage. I was just concerned because due to over bleeding, you might die. And who would want that? Just get it done, it's already hours now" she stood up and kept going on in one go. 

"So you don't want me to die?" He asked again. 

"Why would I want you to die? I'm not cold hearted like you. And why that man shot you?" She questioned back as she was looking at his face now. 

"They were just my rivals. And why don't you want me to die when you already hate me so much?" He said while he stepped closer to her. 

"Yeah I hate you but still....your wound is getting worst now, let's get it done first" she said and escaped really close from him to grab the aid box. 

He sat on the edge of bed while she sat beside him, starting her work. 

"Where were you all these months?" He asked calmly. 

"In Islamabad" she replied after a moment of silence. 

"So you saw me that day in hospital?" He asked again. 

"Yeah I did that's why I escaped but how do you know? You didn't recognize me" she asked in curiousness. 

"I recognized your eyes and smell" he replied. 

She gulped again at his words. My smell? She thought. 

She wrapped the bandage around his wound. 

"I just want you to let me go with my son. I already have a life and I'm happy with it. Just forgive me but I can't stay with you" she said after putting a lot of courage. 

"I kept searching for you all these months like a crazy man. And the day I lost hope of finding you, you just appeared simply in front of me. And you want me to let you go?" He said while he looked in her eyes, which he always found captive. 

"I'm sorry but this marriage was forced on me. I don't want to live with you. Since the beginning, you made me suffer. You treated me like an animal, you broke me not just physically but mentally too. And when I found the last straw of my life to rely on, you wanted to snatch it away too. So I had to left you. I gave birth to my son and now he's the only reason I'm alive. Just let me go and let us stay happy. I'm tired, I can't suffer anymore" she said while tears fell from her eyes helplessly. 

"I'm sorry but I'm very selfish. He's my son after all so as a father it's my duty to provide him everything. And you know that you can't provide everything to him, so let him stay with me. If you want divorce from me or want to leave me. I'll leave it to your choice" he said, his head hung low not able to meet her eyes anymore. He didn't wanted to disclose his feelings for her. 

"What? But you wanted to kill him! And now all of sudden you want to stay with him? I'm his mother! I gave birth to him! How can you say like this?" She stood up and couldn't control herself anymore. 

He didn't said anything in return. And waited for her to calm down. 

"Think wisely Ayleen, he will become a good man. Don't you think he will blame you afterwards for not providing him with luxuries when his father had everything at fingertip? He certainly will start to hate you for keeping him away from all the comfort when you'll fail to fulfill his extra wishes" he explained while he stood too, moving close to her.