Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Fifty nine•~~

"Sometimes it's so hard to believe that someone could be this beautiful, but seeing you, this thought becomes a reality," he commented in a deep and husky voice, which drove her towards the edge of nerves.

Why did even his voice affect her now? Her heart trembled on a thin line, and she didn't know what would happen next.

"Stop buttering. I won't fall for it again. I just made a mistake once," she said without turning around, but even her voice was murking. Her tone came across as gullible than the stern one she wanted to make.

Masab smirked. "I didn't even say anything. You are assuming everything on your own."

Andaleeb's cheeks turned red in embarrassment at this. She ignored his amusing look as she turned around. She shrugged her shoulders. "What are you looking at? I want to change. Leave now."

His smirk was replaced by a smile as he ambled towards her. Andaleeb felt her heart coming into her throat at this. As he was moving closer, the strong and pleasant scent of his perfumer lurked in her surroundings. But she was well aware that this was mixed with his own masculine scent. She couldn't control her body's reactions to him at all. They were spontaneous, overwhelming, and pleasant.

Not even Aurang made her feel like that. She and Aurang dated for four years but whenever she reckoned about physical intimacy after marriage with him, it felt more like an obligation out of duty and love than what her heart truly wanted. However, with Masab, that was different. He even made her feel high without any drugs. He made her ache for him even though he did not initiate any touch. Her heart, mind, body, and soul would be in synchrony with each other whenever Masab was involved.

"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?"

Her mind recalled what he said and it did feel real. The way of her heart! What if Masab really found it? But who was there to justify that he was already on his way to her heart?

"Are you sure you don't need my help with your dress?" He questioned, with a slight tilt of his head.

Andaleeb rolled her eyes. But that was more on her own situation. She couldn't even believe that she had been allowing Masav to help with her bridal dresses. From nikkah to baraat and now walima. In the first two, when she did it to tease him and bring him over the brink; now it felt like he was teasing her and getting amusement out of this. He was pushing her limits and she knew that this limit wasn't far away. Why controlling over her urges and heart was becoming so difficult in front of Masab?

"No thanks. Now leave," Andaleeb asserted.

But instead of leaving as she said, he moved closer to her and snaked one arm around her narrow waist, and pulled her closer. Her breath got caught in her throat as she couldn't control a gasp over this. Her back hit his rock-hard chest, and then he bent his face a bit and rested his chin over the crook of her neck. Masab's hot breath lurked over her sensitive skin, which rose goosebumps over her flesh, and his palm stretched across in a daring way over her stomach, driving her over the edge.

"Are you sure?" He whispered sensually in her ear as his fingers started moving in a distracting way over her stomach.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstacy but she didn't let go of her controlled demeanor.  "What are you doing?"

"I am helping you with your dress, sweetheart. You always ask for your help with heavy, irksome dresses. Right?" He asked back, his lips coming into contact with her neck and doing a magic there.

"If that's a way to tempt me, I won't fall for it again, you jerk. I won't repeat the same mis...." She had to stop when he nipped over her throat. A moan left her mouth at this. "Masab!"

She felt his lips spreading against her neck. "My name sounds so surreal from your mouth that I want to hear it again and again."

She glared at him once again through the reflection of the mirror but her heart was betraying her. It wanted this man's closeness in any way possible. He got a point. He wanted her to become an addict of his and he knew that she had become one. He took things as a challenge, and when she challenged him that he would get bored with her, he would show it to her in every way possible that he wouldn't because he loved her.

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