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He held her hand tightly under the table, making her gasp. "For your love, I will embrace death with open arms, Andaleeb. That's my promise. If not as this living man, I can prove my love to you but my death."

Her eyes turned red because of the intensity of her emotions. Two different kinds of emotions were mixed. First, Aurang's remembrance, then the peculiar hurt that was coming because of how Masab was telling her about his death and how she believed in his love, and, at last, how much she was craving for his touch as soon as he grabbed her hand. It almost made her just want to throw herself at him and kiss him.

That really wasn't going to be easy. She wanted to burn him but the flames wouldn't be far away from her as well. They would scorch her with the same intensity too.













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After a lot of useless rituals and traditions which made her bored and annoyed to the core, she was led to Masab's bedroom by his mother and sister. They had a long list of odd kinds of rituals that weren't ending.

From the embarrassing welcome of that dumping the pot filled with red color by her foot to the jota chupai, dodh pilai, the game where the ring was searched by the bride and groom in a pot of sweet dish and then the searching of the groom's name in bridal mehndi, Andaleeb didn't know at that time how to control her frustration. Her insides were already clenching with heightening rage because of this new revelation of representing her kidnapper's family and here all those childish acts were increasing it.

Masab's family didn't seem to be wary and furious by her sudden presence as their daughter-in-law, but that girl named Hoorain didn't stop glaring at her.

She seemed so weird to her that she was pining after such a disgusting man. Masab was rich and had a status and good looks as well. But that wouldn't give any justification for what he did with innocent women. Behind that cool persona of his which almost caused people to worship him, there was this horrible man who considered everyone else around him lower than him. She would expose him surely. She would use any way to show the whole world how bad this guy was in reality.

The room was way bigger than the one she was made to stay at Masab's original mansion. This mansion itself was quite huge. And now this room looked like it was made of two separate halls together. There was a king-sized bed lying in the heart of the room. It was adorned with red and white roses. Same flowers were over the wall and floor as well. On the wall, a heart was made from these roses. Andaleeb just rolled her eyes at this. On the left, there was a wardrobe area, and then it would perhaps lead to a washroom.

This all was so dreamy, but she was here with murderous intentions, and these flowers, colors, and butterflies shouldn't worry her at all.





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A smile struck his lips as Masab reached near his room. Andaleeb was his now. Officially, lawfully, religiously, and blatantly, she was his wife. She was only his to be called in the true sense. That realization was making him happy beyond limits. His love found the destination, and he would use it anyway to make the journey reaching this destination more smooth and nicer.

He was never selfless but he found himself becoming the same for Andaleeb, against every odds. When he first time realized that she was taken, he stopped his exploration towards her. But maybe fate wanted to gift him for his patience and selflessness and that was the reason why he got her in the end. Masab did his level best to protect her and the secret regarding him and he would continue doing so till his last breath.

He slightly twisted the doorknob, and the door pushed away, revealing the amazing artwork that his sister and female cousins had done in this room. It looked dreamy, really, and the surroundings once again made him remember all the hot moments with Andaleeb. What would this night bring for him? Back there in his house, she herself decided to kiss him. He wasn't sure why did she do that. Whether it was to piss him off or because of the growing attraction he saw in her eyes. Nevertheless he loved that. Her alluring and charming lips and then her soft skin which would always melt under his touch. He would love to find things going more ahead with her consent and desire.

Masab moved ahead, closing the door behind him. The room was barren. Andaleeb wasn't there. She must be in the washroom. The flowers from the borders of the bed were removed and it seemed like they were snatched away by hands and fists. They were lying recklessly on the floor and mattress. He walked up to the bed, and his eyes widened, seeing an empty bottle of sleeping pills placed on the side table. He couldn't contemplate too much about this when his gaze caught the attention of the open window behind and a red dupatta hanging from its roof.

The red dupatta. That was Andaleeb's bridal dupatta.

What was happening? Did she consume those pills again or did she flee from this window? What was she doing? Just a while ago, the women of his family had taken her from him to send her to their bedroom. And now she was giving those hints?

He acted promptly and grabbed the bottle of the pills. There wasn't a single pill inside. Did she take these and then jump out the window? However, how was this possible? Everyone must know that someone had fallen down. Did she just take her life?

Masab quickly went near the window and examined her dupatta which was dangling down to the garden. Did she put the pills as the bait and actually try to run again? But he had all his guards alerted. They must have told him if that was the case. His hand reached his sherwani's pocket as he took out his phone. He was about to call the guard when he stopped hearing the clicks of the high heels on the tiled floor.

Masab turned around and what was there for him caused his eyes to almost forget the action of blinking. His gorgeous wife was standing there, wearing a body-hugging red night dress. It was made of pure silk which was sleeveless, showing her milky and smooth arms. The dress ended just right under over knees, with a slit over her right thigh. Her bare calves and legs were on show and how they were looking alluring made Masab crave for their touch as well. She was wearing red high heels. Her heavy bridal makeup was removed, and only a light one was matched with a dark red lipstick. Andaleeb's hair was curled and wavy, lying over her shoulder and back. She was looking way too lovely and hot to be real.

That made him remember her earlier efforts to seduce him to see whether he could lose himself because of his desire for her or not. Andaleeb always wanted to make a point that he was only smitten by her and nothing else by doing this. He every time controlled himself, seeing his hatred and fear inside her eyes, except for that one instant when she was really ready to share a kiss. But now he didn't know how he would be able to control himself when she was looking too alluring to resist.

She moved over to him and stood a few steps away from him. She patted his shoulder. "What did you think? That I fled again? Or worse, attempt to take my life this time, too? Hmm?"

Masab first stared at her hand over his shoulder and then her mesmerizing face. His eyes darkened with desire and he started breathing heavily. "In my house and in my presence, you wouldn't dare to do that. That's a challenge, sweetheart."

She brought her face near to his ear and placed her lips over his earlobe. "Let's dare this challenge. If we start now, our one-to-one game to see who will win this battle of love and ego will start. If I lose, you will do whatever I will say. And if I succeed, you will have to embrace death along with me and tell the whole world that you only feel obsession for me and nothing else."

He snaked one arm around her waist, and she gasped because of how his hot and long fingers dug into her sensitive flesh. However, in the next instant, Masab's jaw dropped seeing so many of the white-colored sleeping pills in her palms.








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