Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Sixty seven•~~

"No thanks. I'll inform you guys if there's any need," Masab replied, confidently.

The waiter flashed a small smile. "Good night Sir. Ma'am."

After the guy was gone, Masab again closed the door and moved towards her. He handed her over one of the parcels. It was a transparent shopping bag that showed a pink-colored fabric inside.

"Change into it. That's the only thing that could have been managed in such circumstances. I guess it's going to be at least bearable for you," he explained, with a slight warmth in his tone.

The way he talked to her always felt so subtle and serene. Like his tone was laced with sugar and honey. Was this really the essence of love?

She took the parcel from him without any question. "At least this was available. Thanks for asking them for a spare outfit."

Her stare again flew over to the writing desk in search of his gun. But now it was empty. Where did he put his gun? The query was still lingering in her mind when the answer came by itself as she saw her most wanted thing on the bed's side table.

She recalled the time from the first night of their nikkah when she barged into his bedroom with her luggage because she wanted to work upon her plan to make his lust for her overtake every other pure emotion and then he would force her before becoming bored of her body. The sight of Masab's gun at that time also oiled many dangerous thoughts in her. She almost dreamt with open eyes that she was so ready to shoot him. But in that dream, the circumstances were different. He was forcing her, and she didn't like his touch. However, in reality, everything has changed. He never forced her, she loved him and she always enjoyed their moments together.

Andaleeb gulped swiftly and Masab's attention followed her movement. Soon, his lips fell over her throat, which moved a bit by her swallowing. This action felt so sultry and sensual to him that he couldn't help himself. She gasped at this and her eyes widened.

"Tumhari aik aik ada jan leva ha, meri jan. Kisi din jan lo ge tum meri."

(A/N: Trans:) "Your every act is breathtaking, sweetheart. One day you'll cause my death," he murmured, breathing in her fresh vanilla scent.

"A man like you just knows how to hurt others. You just know how to take lives, not sacrifice yours for someone," she negated him blatantly as she turned around in the direction of the washroom.

Before she could go, Masab grabbed her arm and again made her face him. "If you dare me, I'll take it as a man, Andaleeb. You once did and the outcome is in front of you. I ain't a coward. I can do anything for you."

She sighed as she freed her arm from his grip. "I don't believe you."

Without caring for his response, she disappeared inside the washroom again. As the en suite, the washroom was also adorned with milky white tiles. The grey shower stall stood in the corner, and the area was hidden by glass walls. She stripped out of the saree and then headed under the shower. Slightly warm water started pouring on her which soothed her a bit. But that wasn't enough to relinquish the fire of hatred and anger growing as a lava inside of her.

Andaleeb closed her eyes and then moved her palm over her face. When her hand reached her throat, she paused. That was the same place where Masab had kissed a while ago and the effect of that kiss was still evident. With this, her mind flashed with so many memories. First, it was just Aurang. Their first meet, their first confession, their first date, their happy moments together, and then the last time she saw him when she was dressed up as his bride. How happy she would have been if he was with her. But no. She soon defied it.

The real happiness and the real love were the ones she experienced when she met Masab Shah Alavi. Before him, there was only darkness and superficial feelings. After meeting him, she realized the true meaning of life. She sensed the freedom, love, affection, pleasure, and serenity with him. Her heart was marked by him, and there was not even the smallest space in there for anyone else.

However, she quickly recalled Maha's frightened voice. Everything faded away, and an immense feeling of hatred emerged in her insides.

Her jaw tickled with rising disgust for herself and she moved her fingers over her throat. They made contact with the diamond necklace of lock and key shape that Masab had given her. It felt like a moth, a poisonous snake over there. But the next instant, the same necklace felt a soft and delicate petal of rose on the same spot. These contrasting feelings had irked her. How jumbled up her mind was becoming, it was making her almost crazy. Her grip tightened over the necklace, and she attempted to snatch it out, but nothing happened. The necklace never left her. It seemed like it was glued there.

She clenched her teeth tightly and then almost mercilessly pushed away the necklace. Tears started impinging in her eyes, burning them. Soon, her hard work won, and with a clutter, the key of the chain fell down and touched her feet.

The key got separated from the lock. The lock of her heart once again became unavailable for him.

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