Mine To Be Called ✓

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His jaw clenched angrily as he grasped her wrist and pulled her towards himself. "You aren't going to talk about him anymore, Andaleeb. You are mine now and if I am not going ahead, that doesn't mean you are allowed to have thoughts about him. I can be cruel and possessive when I need to. I will even shoot that bastard in his grave again if you again take his name from your mouth."

He didn't know whether this intense reaction was out of his possessiveness for her or because of her safety to not take this cursed name from her mouth for anyone to again join the dots of her link to that case. Masab thought that it was a mixture of both because his response was much higher than what he intended.

Instead of getting anxious over it, she wrapped her petite arms around his neck. "Then show your cruelty. Show your possessiveness. Because my heart still takes his name. My soul still feels connected to him. My thoughts still only revolved around him. I am still his. I dare you to kill his memories and love which are still fresh in my heart."

His eyes became blood red as though the whole blood of his body gathered in them before he yanked both her arms in his and pinned her against the nearest walls. He placed her arms near her head on the wall, grabbing each of her wrists with his strong hands. This position brought him so near to her that Andaleeb felt his strong warmth filling her. His touch was like fire and it evoked every nerve ending in her.

Again contrary to her imagination, she enjoyed his touch. The fire of their contact was burning her for all the right reasons.

"We are nikkahfied. That itself made you mine on every level, Andaleeb. Winning your heart, mind, body, and soul is no issue when you are legally only mine," he whispered sensually; even his hot breath started fanning over her lips, driving her over the edge.

"You can't get someone's heart by force," she muttered furiously.

Masab smirked. "Who said you will give me your heart by force? I would rather choose death than force my rights over my wife against her will. If I will ever touch you, it will be with your consent and you will love that. That's my promise to myself and you even."

Wasn't he right? At this moment, she liked the way his big palms were holding her soft wrists without even hurting her.

She gasped when she felt herself being carried in his strong arms. Masab plopped his one arm under her knees and the other under her back before lifting her bridal style. Their eyes again met and she again felt something unusual, something pleasurable and something unique. Her gaze made a journey of his handsome man, and her heart moved at some different rhythm when she reached his alluring lips, which were so near to him. She was hundred percent sure Masab did the same, too, and even that response made her heart flutter. What was happening to her? She should hate him. But so far she only hated him because she wanted it. No hate came from her heart for him.

Suddenly getting disappointed in herself, she looked away. Masab walked her towards the bed and then made her sit there.

"You aren't going to try to use such words for yourself to provoke me again, Andaleeb. I respect you even before I love you. And I won't misuse my rights like that. My love will speak itself for you and believe me, you will ache for me then," he grumbled, looking deeply into her eyes.

He decided to move away because the sudden sadness that occupied her eyes wasn't something he wanted to see right now. But Masab was stopped in his tracks when her voice again came into his ear. "Respect? Using a girl and lying to her that you needed help when all you wanted was to gain information about her because you were obsessed with her was respect? Stalking me was your respect? Giving those anonymous gifts was your respect? Kidnapping me was your respect? Killing the one I love was your respect for me? Making me so low in my family's eyes by keeping me in your house for one month was your respect again, Masab? Marrying me against my will was again your respect for me? But now you are respecting me? You want me to fall in love with my kidnapper? Wow, Masab Shah Alavi, wow. Slow claps for you." She clapped while laughing.

"I am amazed. You guys remember to respect, love, and status however you need and however it suits you. Now, you don't want to make yourself a cruel husband who forced his wife, which is definitely against your so-called family pride; you remember respect. Kudos to you for making people fooled by your ideologies. I don't have enough words to praise you, everyone's favorite Chote Sayen." She breathed heavily after completing what she had to say, but the sight of his anger-filled expression was something that caused her heart to tremble.

    

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