Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Forty four•~~

What if Masab had only said those words as revenge against her family for whatever reason he had? However, it had led her to see the true faces of the people she loved, and now she wouldn't dare to live among them anymore. Her last and only resort was to use this opportunity for her own betterment. To become a pivotal reason and part of the doom game that was about to come on Masab and his family. To inflict that guy feel the same pain and hurt that he had made her go through. If that wouldn't come with her family's support, she would do it herself in her own way. By letting Masab fall into the hole that he had planted, she would get her retribution in every sense.

That day, after talking to Masab and threatening him that she would take her life if he wouldn't come quickly to officially wed her off, she knew that her words had some effect on him. He acted promptly and this thing proved that Masab really was interested in only her. It negated the possibility of his actions as any sign of revenge against her or her father. That was a plain obsession that he felt for her and the wish to own her because she was his wife now. But he didn't know that she would bring his defeat by the same obsession of his.

The fact was confirmed when the next morning, Fariha was in front of her announcing the marriage ceremony, which was going to be held tomorrow. A maid was there, holding a beautiful and expensive red bridal dress. Her mother smiled apologetically at her.

"Tomorrow is your baraat ceremony. I know that Andaleeb didn't do well with you. You were a victim of circumstances, and we, being so spineless,s, are sending you back to the person who stole your happiness. I wanted to fight for you, take a stand for you but in the end, I couldn't do anything. Please forgive me," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with unshed tears.

Andaleeb quickly held her hands. "Please don't say like that, Mama. You don't need to apologize to me. Whatever has happened was my fate. You have no mistake in it."

Fariha kisses her forehead. "I pray to Allah that you will remain very happy in your life ahead. That guy's claim of love would prove the love for real and he will cherish you. You don't have to lose courage, Andaleeb. Become a hero of your own. Fight for yourself. Gone are the days when you had to find the back of your father and uncles. Now you are the only hope of yourself after Allah. If things become difficult, don't just keep on bearing them."

She pressed her lips together with annoyance over this discussion. "Will Dani come tomorrow?"

Seeing the small flick of innocent hope in her eyes, Fariha decided to lie. "She can't. She just left for out of the country a few days ago with Mohid."

Andaleeb slightly tilted her head as she spoke. "Wouldn't you send an invitation to her either?"

Fariha bit her lower lip in apprehension. "That actually ---"

She suddenly laughed and cupped her mother's hand. "Just say it clearly, Mama, that you don't want me to ruin her happiness, and you guys are absolutely right for this. I don't want to add more to Daneen's worry."

"It's not good what is happening to you," Fariha whispered.

Maybe that was what which should have happened to her because of what she did in the past.

She sarcastically smirked and thought to herself. "Let's not hurt ourselves by these talks. I want to lay my head on your lap and sleep. Can I do so, Mama?"

"Of course, my child. I missed when you just calmly lay your head in my lap and then fell to sleep when I caressed your hair. I miss your scent and warmth. Come to Mama, beta," Fariha asserted, opening her arms wide and cupping her face between her palms, kissing her forehead once again.

Andaleeb didn't waste a second before acting upon her heart's wish. A tear fell. From her eye, she fell over the fabric of her mother's shirt as she laid her head down in her lap. She used to do that before as well, but today, it felt emotional, serene, and exquisite. Because maybe that was the last time she had to experience this.

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The first thing she did after her mother left her with that awful-looking dress with advice to wait for the beautician was to search for the note she left before fleeing from her house. Where did it go? How did it disappear that no one knew about its whereabouts? Andaleeb quickly moved over to the bed's side table and opened the drawers with the hope of finding it in any of them, but there was none.

None of her family knew about it and that meant they didn't come across it. It had Aurang's name written over it, and if any of them had seen it, their reactions would have been replaced by anger more than disgust. How did it disappear altogether? Did Masab have a hand in it? However, how did he manage to remove that letter; that was out of her understanding. The next, she got the answer, though. He stalked her, knew every information about her, and followed her. That wasn't peculiar

Whatever it was, now it didn't do anything for her. The way her family had considered her a taboo and felt disgusted by her so much had overwhelmed every other need. First, she wanted to use that to have a soft spot for herself by her family, but now there was none.

Getting disappointed by everything, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked around her room. Maybe that was the last time she would get to see her beloved room. The place where she spent more than two decades of her life. The place which was so dear and loved for her. And now, suddenly, along with everyone else, this room, this house, and these surroundings were becoming strangers to her as well. She was still in her thoughts when her phone beeped.

Even without wanting, Andaleeb's hands moved towards it. She knew none wanted to talk to her now except for that one person. There was zero chance of anyone even remembering her to call her except him. Yet knowing this with her all heart, she couldn't stop herself from seeing her mobile.

Her innocent heart and hurt feelings were finding solace in knowing that there was still someone who cared for her and who could remember her. As expected, there was a message from Masab.

"I kept my promise by going to come to your house and officially make you mine as per your order. Now you are going to keep your promise by letting yourself give me a chance to win you over. If I fail, you can kill me by your own hands and I will never let the blame come on you. But if I succeed, then we'll see what we have to do. I am waiting for you always."

Unexpectedly and oddly, her heart fluttered at this text message. It shouldn't affect her like this. That guy literally blackmailed and kidnapped her yet she couldn't stop herself from finding butterflies in her stomach because of him. Suddenly Andaleeb recalled the instances they came so intimately closer to each other. Her own desire for him rocked so high that she allowed herself to kiss him twice. She could still remember the alluring touch and tantalizing taste of his lips over hers. And that was so weird that she could find herself wanting for this addiction more and more.

The way Masab touched her and how that particular hot touch brought her over the edge every time. The way his lips molded so perfectly against hers and moved in sync. The way she enjoyed his nearness and closeness more than ever. How the time with him even exceeded the aroma of the time she would spend with Aurang was a hurtful reality yet so soothing for the ears. The way her heart beat for Masab with every passing second and the way beautiful feelings germinated in her heart for him was something she never anticipated.

God knew what the life ahead with that guy by really living as his wife would bring for her. But she was well aware that it wouldn't going to be going that well.

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