Chapter 94. Punished

She didn’t know where she found the courage to protest. Her voice had been shaky, her words uncertain, but she had spoken. And somehow, to her shock, he had agreed. Not before leaning forward, his piercing gaze locked onto the driver as he ordered the window to be lowered.

His voice was low, a whisper that carried menace and finality.

“Any mark on her, and mine will be the last face you see.”

The driver, a man who looked like he’d seen the worst humanity had to offer, trembled. His adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. His head bobbed furiously in agreement, his fear palpable. No words were needed; Shehryaar's presence alone was enough to command respect, obedience, and submission. His tailored suit, his unshakable aura, and those sharp, penetrating eyes left no room for rebellion.

Now, as the car drove her home, Sheharzaad couldn’t stop replaying the moment in her head. The memory felt surreal, like a scene she had witnessed rather than lived. Her entire being w