Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty•~~

He was becoming drunk in her intimacy with each passing second. And all she felt was a disgust and loathe for this man who really claimed her by his strength and power against all odds. Frantically, she raised her hand and moved it around nonchalantly in search of her bridal dupatta. It was dark here, and hence,e she couldn't see anything. After some effort, she finally laid her hand over the heavy and cruel metal of the gun.

Masab's gun. Which now would be used to kill himself.

Andaleeb stopped her breathing and gradually pulled it away. Her whole body was shivering in fear and anticipation of what was about to happen. That was a risky move. She had to be very cautious and to the point of aiming at where it would bring his death. Also, many hurdles were here. This house was filled with his guards who would catch her. Where would she go then? If she would get rid of him, then many loyal and honest people would track her in no time. And then she would be in jail perhaps. Everything would fall apart for her.

No, that wasn't wise. She would get freedom from him but not like this. It would be too easy of a death for him, counting what miseries he made her go through. His death should also be irking, gradual, painful, and like a slow poison. 

"Send my usual coffee in my room. Now."

Andaleeb came out of her almost scary thoughts at his deep voice. She shook her head and found him ordering this over his phone. Masab eyed her momentarily with a confusing look before grabbing his shirt from the chair and wearing it above his head. She touched her empty hand as she discovered herself to be standing at the same place where he had left her.

All of that was my imagination. A heart-wrenching thought of her where she was almost having a dream of finding Masab's pistol, him claiming her against her will and then her wanting to shoot him.

She rubbed the back of her neck in apprehension. Masab would really be wondering that what had happened to her all of a sudden that she was numb. She really shouldn't lower her guard in front of him ever. He should never know about her weak points at all.

"Would you like to have some coffee?" He asked her.

She was still dumbfounded for a brief second before his question registered and she shook her head. "No thanks."

He nodded curtly before pushing himself against the mirror. He ran a brush in his hair followed by sprinkling perfume over him. Soon, the room was bathed by the nice odor of his perfume.

"Go and change your dress so that we can talk calmly. Now, since you came into my bedroom, I won't ask you to go back. You are my wife now and till I won't find a way to take you back to my parents' house, it's your right to live in your husband's room. You can use the bed. I'll sleep on the couch," he enlightened her, a cool and calm tone attached to his voice which simmered her.

But she maintained a smile and took dignified and confident steps towards him, her high heels once again making a melody on the tiles which caught his attention. The color in his eyes again changed seeing the beautiful curl of her lips and gorgeous body as she carried herself with pride. Unknowingly, she enjoyed her effect so obviously on him.

"And what about your rights? You still haven't claimed what's yours," she mumbled, pushing her lower lip down to represent fake pity.

The ocean of his blue orbs caught the attention of her lips again but then he turned around to face her. "I will do that but not like this when your eyes show the visible fear lurking in them. Once you will believe in my love, I'll make you an addict of myself."

Andaleeb sensed a feeling of getting caught by what he said but quickly maintained her composure.

She put her palm over his shoulder and tapped it twice. "An entitled person like you will wait for what's theirs till his death, I don't believe it." She went on her heels and leaned ahead, bringing her face near his ear. "Who knows, in a while, someone else just like you will kidnap me and snatch me away from you as you snatched me from Aurang."