Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Sixty seven•~~

"We welcome you to our hotel, Mr. Shah. Hope you have a nice time here. In case of any need, we are always at your service," the manager greeted them with his professional warm smile as they stepped near the room.

Masab just curtly bobbed his head. He pushed open the door and it brought them into a totally different world of beauty and refinement. The room was a perfect example of elegance. Soft light from lamps filtered through ivory curtains, forming small shadows across the plush carpet. A mahogany dresser stood against the right wall, adorned with a single vase of fresh lilies whose fragrance caused a delightful smell to wander around in the room. This fragrance mingled with the soft smell of lavender which was coming from the neatly made king-sized bed.

The bed had net curtains along the four sides which gave it royal vibes. The bedsheet was slightly grey matching with the curtains and the other wooden work in the room. In one corner, a writing desk was placed. The left side led into a small alley which Andaleeb reckoned as the en suite and washroom.

They came into the room side by side, and then Masab closed the door after them. He moved ahead and then removed his coat before placing it over the handle of the chair of the writing ta
ble. It revealed his muscular and well-defined chest in his tight white dress shirt. This sight again made Andaleeb feel attracted to him. Next, it was time for his wallet and something else. A pistol. His gun came out of the under pocket of his waistcoat.

He dropped it over the desk with a clicking sound and then he lifted his gaze to her because he knew where her attention would be. Andaleeb swallowed at this and here Masab smirked.

What was the point of showing his gun to her at this night? Was he making some point?

"Girls get frightened at just the sight of a pistol. I like how unnerving and unbothered you are in front of a gun," he praised her truthfully.

She pushed her hand over her waist and eyed him curiously. "Do you keep it to yourself every time? Like whenever you got out?"

He blinked in acceptance. "My every breath is counted, Andaleeb. My every next heartbeat is on the verge of danger. I have zero knowledge about whether I will be able to take my next breath or not. I have enemies on my every side, ready to find any weak point and pound at me. Safety is necessary and I know how to do that."

"Oh." She could just say it.

She still couldn't grasp anything when she found him ambling in her way. He stood a few steps away from her. He caressed her cheek. "Get freshen up and change your dress. I'll see what can I do for our fresh clothes."

Her gaze again wandered towards the gun before landing at her husband's handsome face. Her heart started beating fast at some weird thoughts.

Without uttering any word, she moved over to the en suite. It was spacious and beautiful. It had milky white, acoustically sensitive tiles, and the stall looked pretty as well. She scooted in front of the mirror, removing her jewelry one by one.

That was such a tiring day, and on top of that, Maha's call had emotionally drained her as well. Upon hearing some voices, she paused and came back to the room. The room service guy, as usual, was here with some parcel in his hand. Andaleeb supposed they were some hotel costumes that they had to wear for tonight. Masab was talking over his phone, and from his talks, it seemed like he was informing his family about everything that happened.

"Anything else, Sir?" The waiter asked. "Any refreshment?" Without asking, he had brought complimentary drinks and snacks for them.

Masab exchanged a look with her and she just shook her head. After having a cozy dinner at the party, who would not have any appetite anymore?