Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Fifty eight•~~

His lips formed a weak smile and his eyes lurched with a hurtful emotion. Every time it came, Andaleeb felt bad automatically to hurt him to this level. "That's right; as a man, I really want to fill my thoughts in your brain, make you an addict of my body, and get you a habit of just me. But that's perfectly a way to heart, Andaleeb. What if I find the way to your heart along the way?"

She chuckled. "Never! I can never fall in love with you. Though there are some foolish girls who are pining after you. And you make them cry. Stop giving her false hopes."

He accumulated his hands in his pockets as he shook his head. "Hoorain is just acting childish. Don't take her seriously. Her parents have just pampered her and showed her unnecessary dreams."

Andaleeb smirked. "Wow. I didn't even take the name and you understood it was your lover. I am impressed."

He gave her a hard look. "Don't use such words. She is just a cousin to me. I only love you."

She didn't know why she didn't like how Hoorain claimed to be so crazy for her husband like this. She liked whenever Masab said that he only loved her but Hoorain's presence was giving her anxiety and fury. The way she always was keen to just be close to Masab now irked Andaleeb. She didn't like it at all. It shouldn't affect her. She should be happy, but why jealousy was rising in her?

"Oh," she sarcastically murmured. "Just a cousin? If she is just a cousin, why is she behaving like a lover? She wanders around you like a bee. No simple cousin would dare to prepare tea because you like the tea from her hands and come into a married man's study when he is alone there."

The stern look on Masab's face was replaced by an amusing smug as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. This acted as a shocker for Andaleeb. What did she just spit out? Oh shit!

"You hate me. Right? You don't consider me your husband. You were sympathizing with Hoorain because I was a douchebag. Why are you bothering about what I do, who wants me, whose tea I like, who prepares tea for me, and who comes into my study? Are you, by any chance, getting jealous?" Masab whispered in her ear sensually.

She pushed his chest hard. "I was just saying it like this. I don't care about you. I just don't like how she behaves when I am supposed to act like a saint's daughter-in-law. That doesn't mean I am jealous."

He softly nudged her earring. "Ignore her. If you only focus on me, you will see that I am only crazy for you. My love for you isn't that weak that someone can come and waver it. For this, you just have to focus on me, sweetheart."

She slammed away his hand, recalling the task in hand for which she really came here. "Give me the wifi password. I can't connect it on my phone."

Instead of giving any reply, he first smiled widely. "Your date of birth."

Andaleeb stilled, eyeing him in surprise. "How di...did you---"

She herself lingered on this sentence because she got the supposed answer to her query right away. This man stalked and followed her everywhere. It would be odd for him to know something really simple like her date of birth. But for some clarification, she pulled out her phone and then entered her date of birth and---

Ting!

The password was really successfully entered. She raised the same shocked eyes to him.

"I know everything about you. If you really want to find anything against me to kill me, the codes, the passwords, and the keywords would only revolve around you,"  he commented proudly.

She kept on staring at him. Whenever he said things like that, her heart would always pick pace and her stomach always danced with butterflies. It shouldn't be so pleasant for her but it was. Andaleeb didn't say anything before leaving the study room, her heartbeats still moving fast.