Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty two•~~

Masab opened the first drawer and came up with a first aid box. Soon, he started bandaging her palm, and she, despite never wanting it, didn't stop him from doing so. That was ironic that the reason for this accident was because of her memory about Aurang and how it inflicted a self-bought resentment on Masab. But now, as her husband was in front of her, taking care of her, only he was in her every sense. What was happening to her?

"You know what attracted me to you was your resilience," he spoke gently. "The way you never step back. But you aren't going to give yourself pain even by a mistake too. I am more than happy and ready to endure every pain of yours."

She hissed in a fake tone. "So much love, Chotte Sayen? So bad that I am not impressed by this cheesy dialogue."

A tinge of hurt occupied his eyes and this time, Andaleeb became confused by the recognition of that look by herself. What was the truth, and what was the lie? Masab rather carefully lifted her hand and placed his lips softly over her bandaged palm.

"You are alright. That's more than enough for me now," he enlightened her.

Her second kiss and she enjoyed it just like she did with the former one. That was so twisted and so wrong. The disgust she wanted to feel by his touch was nowhere to be found.

Forgetting this shameful revelation for the time being, she glimpsed once again at her blood over his neck and her lips curled up in amusement. "If you are here already, help me get out of this dress then."

He paused at her request and then his jaw dropped. What was she saying?

Her smirk intensified as she placed her hand over his shoulder. "Are you anxious that your high claims of being a lover would plummet down the ground once you will find me so vulnerable?"

He cupped her cheek. "My love and companionship with never make you vulnerable, Andaleeb. Respect is the first necessity of the love. And I honor you irrespective of whatever situation we are in unless you want my love to speak for it yourself."

She laughed slightly. "Maybe you watch a lot of cheap romantic movies. How many girls have you made a fool by using the same lines?"

He slightly stroked her cheek, and here she snuck in a breath. "You are the only one for me. No one caught my attention before you and no one will ever catch my attention in the future too. What do I have to do?"

The smile dropped off her lips at his confession. Even Aurang's confession never made her this affected as the fake profession from Masab did. Her heart started beating in her ears. If it wasn't the necessity of really needing someone's help to get rid of this dress, she would have asked Masab to leave even though earlier she just wanted to play with him. Because this sudden change in her feelings for his sweet touch and confession wasn't going well with her.

Nevertheless, Andaleeb jumped off the counter and faced towards the mirror, showing her back to him. "I just can't breathe one second in it anymore."

She couldn't speak anymore when his hot fingers tugged at the zipper of her blouse and he slowly pulled it down. Their gazes met through the reflection of the mirror and once again, fireworks erupted insanely. That was crazy. That was absolutely bad. She shouldn't feel like this for a man who kidnapped her. That was wrong on so many levels.

Shaking away every thought, she focused on her goal which was his defeat. Whatever she was feeling was just something natural that was bound to happen, maybe. What mattered was her orchestrating her heart and mind to only have hatred for him.

The cold air pressed over her bare shoulders and that was what brought her back to reality. In the mirror, she could once again see him looking deeply at her. However, that stare was totally different and transparent than any former one. His body was tensed and his eyes darkened more. It wouldn't be wrong to say that the desire had overwhelmed him. Maybe that was the time when it would become clear of what he actually felt for her. Andaleeb being so close and in such a vulnerable state as she first said. Despite her attraction to him, she did feel a bit of apprehension too of the outcome of her daring game. What if her suspicions turn right and Masab would really be an unhinged monster hidden by their handsome face and strong persona? His true self is only revealed in this instance.

Andaleeb turned around and faced him. Masab's eyes did a journey of her beauty and she felt this gaze in her every nerve ending.

"What happened?" She sensually mumbled. "The egoistic and prideful landlord in you has won ever the so-called patient lover in you? Huh?"

Out of her surprise, Masab pressed his hands over her bare shoulders. "Maybe you are really right."

Andaleeb swallowed hard out of anticipation of what was to happen. Her provocation really proved fruitful, and now, not even any attraction would let her not feel disgusted for this man after this.

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Assalamualaikum/ Hi guys!

How are you?

Here's a new chapter.

For this book, I am going with a slow burn because the premise is very complicated to tackle. I am never a fan of Stockholm syndrome in books and movies etc and even this Masab hasn't kidnapped Andaleeb in true sense, however until the truth wouldn't get revealed to her, she would always think of it as kidnapping. Hence for her POV, I am trying to make this as realistic and not toxic as possible. The romance will develop but not like a Stockholm Syndrome In Sha Allah. So enjoy the slow burn here. ❤️

In next chapter, we will see her going back to her parents' house. What will be their reaction?

What will happen next?

Kindly vote and comment. ❤️❤️❤️