Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty one•~~

Her words died in her throat when he towered over her, placing both his arms on the bed's headboard. A jolt of fear moved in her body, seeing him so close to her with such an unhinged expression. Maybe she got succeeded in provoking him. And that was maybe her small chance for freedom. A man as obsessive and entitled as Masab was just looking out for fun with her. Those rich guys who mostly were bound by their parents when they had to get married, usually wanted to fulfill their freedom by hooking up with different girls and just having time pass. That was exactly what he was doing with her.

After trying to make herself appear as someone who wasn't what he was looking for in her, she could make him get bored with her, and this would definitely urge him to just leave her.

"You are as pure as a rose petal, Andaleeb. And even if it was the contrary, my love isn't that weak to just end like this. I loved you beyond any physical aspect. And since you are mine, no one else will even dare to come near you. I will kill him right away," he told her.

She was stunned for a moment hearing what he said but then she grazed her finger against his stubbled cheek. The prickly beard tickled her sensitive and soft skin. It, once again, opposite to her expectations, brought a pleasant feeling in her. "You don't know me enough then. Your obsession will get tired when you will realize the reality."

A soft look encompassed his eyes as her delicate and warm touch caused a warmth to settle in his insides. Andaleeb was naive to think that he was obsessed with her only. The growing love he felt for her with each passing day was beyond any obsession. Masab held her hand, which was stroking his cheek, and placed his hot lips on the top as a soft kiss. Once again, her stomach lurched at this contact.

Why couldn't she dislike his touch?

For the first time, someone had kissed her. She and Aurang were very close but she never liked to cross any boundary with her. Her first hand kiss and it came from her kidnapper. Despite how much she wanted to feel disgusted by it, the view of her husband's beautiful blue eyes soothed every bit of self-brought resentment that she wanted to feel.

"Oh sweetheart, I know you very well. This...." He grabbed her hand and placed it over the left side of his chest. "This heart beats for you. Only you."

This was so weird what Andaleeb was going through. The anger was slowly flying away, and she herself was getting mesmerized by his amazing touch and passion-filled voice. But soon, reality hit her, and she glared at him.

"I and Aurang loved each other. We were together for so many years," she said.

His jaw contracted at that guy's mention. But without any ado, he understood the context. That was all, once again, to provoke him. If she was right, that bastard wouldn't have to drug her to get what he wanted. Masab held her hand up and then pushed his own against it before intertwining their fingers.

"Are you looking at our fingers?" He inquired, gesturing his head towards their hands. Andaleeb followed his movement spontaneously too. "Just like they are entangled with each other, very soon, I will entangle my thoughts inside your heart and mind the same way. And then you will forget that name and only remember me. I promise that if the contrary happens, I will choose death for me to free you."

She used her other hand to hook her finger in his button and pull him closer so that his breath started fanning over her cheeks. She leaned near his ear and pressed her lips over his earlobe. "I'd love to watch you die then."

His insides clenched at what she said alongside the effect of the feel of her beautiful lips over his skin. But soon he maintained a smirk over his mouth to return her equally smug look. He kissed each of her fingers one by one, very easily seeing the pleasant impact of this sudden attempt by him over her face as she sighed.