Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Fifty one•~~

Masab had taken her challenge seriously and that was his answer when she failed miserably in her high claims. And then when things proceeded from here happened in a blink of an eye. She gave her most precious thing to him and that too by showing him that she wanted it too.

Andaleeb face palmed herself. How could she let this happen?

That wasn't the thing that she didn't wish for this all to happen. Since Masab married her, she had been provoking him to claim her body because Andaleeb thought that this was the only way he would stop obsessing over her. She was in a fake delusion that he only wanted her because of her looks and body. And once he would become satisfied with that, he would leave her. However, Masab always resisted because he saw the emotions of anger and worry in her eyes.

But she didn't know that in an attempt to provoke him for doing inevitable, she would herself become attracted to Masab. Last night, too, Andaleeb only wanted to trick him so that he would give in to his temptation, and then her instinctual loathe and fury for him would resurface, and all this would come across as though he was forcing her. Masab wouldn't be able to stop because of his infatuation and she would hate him for more going against her will.

Now everything was ruined. She smashed all this with her own hands. Whatever he did, she liked it. She loved that particular moment when he showered his love, attention, and care on her. She enjoyed their intimacy and she was relished by the beautiful moments of the mingling of their bodies and souls. Worst was that, she showed him that she liked this. She became a transparent glass and a blank paper for him to let him see her from inside and out. Masab knew that she liked their moment together. Her eyes started burning as wetness collected in them.

"Did he ever make you feel like that?" Another question from him reverberated in her ears as he spoke this in a husky murmur just against her ear.

"Can you not just shut up and do what's necessary?" How much desperate did she sound at that time?

"Of course, sweetheart."

She closed her eyes as this was getting out of control. Tears flooded out of her green eyes at this. This was where things went further. She just plucked herself out of Masab's embrace, not caring that this could get him awake, and got out of bed as she wrapped the duvet around herself. She rushed into the washroom and locked herself inside. As she stood in front of the mirror, she paused.

She had just given herself to Masab last night, and now her reflection in the mirror was giving proof of their passion-filled night. She swallowed thickly as a strong wave of guilt struck her.

"For the first time, I really saw raw and pure desire in your eyes for me, and without any exaggeration, that's the best sight in my life. To see you breathing heavily for me, craving me, and yearning for me."

His each and every word was true, and this caused more whacks of embarrassment, self-hatred, and disgust to feel for herself. Tears added to sobs and sobs to hiccups. How could something like this happen? She couldn't just feel a striking likeness to her kidnapper. This was just a game for her for survival and she put a bane on her survival by herself. That was ridiculous.

Andaleeb's gaze flitted from her face to her throat where that lock and key-shaped necklace was seated. Everything on her was providing an inkling, and every inkling made her recall the undisputed truth. The fact.

"Another key to the lock of your heart which only I can open and enter inside."

Standing under the spray of the shower, she was shivering even under the stream of hot water. She was in so much upheaval state of mind that she didn't even mind stripping out of her clothes for the shower. And the fact acted as once again a hit over her head when she found herself wearing Masab's oversized shirt.