Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty two•~~

Andaleeb didn't know that she was too loud that her voice was heard outside the washroom. The door creaked open and the man she hated the most in this world entered, a look of apprehension evident on his face. His gaze moved from her pain and anger-distorted face before falling to her bruised hand. He stepped near her and instinctively held her hand.

God this touch. Why did it always make her feel warmth and protection? The enmity she wished to find in his closeness was never present.

"What did you do?" Masab rasped impatiently, looking around with attentive eyes. "Did you again try to harm yourself?"

All the anger washed from her system and she glared at him before pushing away her hand from his grip. He thought that she again attempted suicide, and he was in search of a weapon or something in the washroom. "Am I mad? Do you think I will act as someone who is hopeless once again and make everything so easy for you by killing myself? In the past, I was a foolish to actually do that. But now I am not. I will rather prefer to see your doom." She completed with a bone-chilling smile. The pain all of a sudden left her body and all she did was to relish the defeats she gave him by her words.

Satisfaction filled him when it was sure that she was past that point when she would want freedom by harming herself.

"I was trying to get out of this ridiculous outfit but in recklessness, I got my palm grazed by a pin. No need to think of this as my attempt to commit suicide to get rid of you. I have rather progressive plans for the same purpose than to do something not permissible," she enlightened him.

He smiled, again holding her hand. "I am waiting to see all these plans come into action. You let your plans come into action, and I'll make my love my defender. Then we will see who will win."

Andaleeb gave him a cold look. "Let go." She tried to jerk his hand off because once again, the look in his eyes seemed very real to her.

"No way. First, we have to do something for your hand," he confided truthfully. "You love to injure others and yourself too. Don't tell me spilling blood is your flex," he asserted, with a smirk. She understood quickly what Masab went. Just a few days ago, she had tried to injure Nooran to flee. And also, how could she forget the scary sight of blood when she just scraped Masab's neck with a glass piece, and later on, he himself crunched it in his palm, spilling a pool of blood?

"Spilling the blood of my rival without any weapon and murder would definitely be my flex," she whispered in a seductive voice.

Where did the pain go?

Andaleeb caught him with a surprise when she chafed her injured and blood-filled hand over his neck again, simmering his skin with her blood. The scar of what she had done with the glass earlier was also visible and she just singed her blood exactly over that place.

"See? That's my flex. Ruining you by using myself," she uttered with a smirk.

Masab touched his fingers over his neck and when he brought it in front of his eyes, her blood appeared on them. His breathing pattern changed, and Andaleeb herself, to,o, got lost in the way his expressions became possessive for her. Because that was exactly what she was feeling right now. His lips were looking alluring, and she found a bizarre desire arising in her to just feel them.

He knew what she meant by her last statement, and somehow, he found her right now.

God, this love. It became too irksome sometimes.

A dark look occupied Masab's eyes at her action and his hold over her waist tightened. She knew this reaction had to do with something else other than seeing her in pain too. Andaleeb couldn't get to react when suddenly he lifted her in his strong arms and made her sit on the counter surrounding the sink. She tried to resist but his strong body and heightened built in front of her had completely shadowed her. His proximity never felt swamp for her. It rather grew some unique and different emotions in her for him. The hatred always went away and Andaleeb couldn't understand why it happened.