Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Seventy one•~~

The Manager's jaw dropped. "What?"

Masab understood his concern and put a hand over his shoulder. "Be easy. It's nothing like what you are thinking. I didn't shoot your staff. I just took out my gun in self-defense. However as I thought to clean my gun after he left for the future, I mistakenly pulled the trigger. I'll make up for your loss of this room because of the gunshot."

The manager shook his head. "No sir, there's no need. Can you tell me the name of that staff member? We'll reprimand him."

Masab sighed. "It's not necessary. He was there doing his duty. Somehow, the order we made was late, and he brought it late at night. We were very tired and hence slept early, forgetting about what we asked for. So let's stop this here. Let's not dig into this more than it should. But I'd say that it's not me alone here. My wife is staying with me as well and I want privacy for us. Unless I won't ask for any service, no waiter should come here. I want you to ensure that."

The manager gave a tight-lipped smile. "I'd make sure that something irresponsible like this wouldn't happen again. Sorry for the inconvenience. But if you would tell me the name then---"

Masab gritted his brows. "Mr. Manager I told you I won't take any names. The poor guy was just doing his work. I'd like to let it pass this time."

"I can understand but delaying the room service more than the designated time is against our rules, Mr. Shah. We have to catch such people from our staff who are irresponsible and don't show interest in work. So that's why we need the name," the manager insisted.

"Let it go this time, Mr. Manager. The thing happened to me and I am asking you to forget it. You can just instruct your staff as a whole someday. Hope I am clear now," he sternly asserted.

At last, the manager had to agree. He shook his hand with Masab. "Alright, Mr. Shah. Once again sorry for the inconvenience. We again apologize on behalf of that staff member. You are very kind to let his irresponsibility go."

Something came into Masab's mind as he stopped his steps as he was just about to go back into the room. "Make sure that you aren't going to punish the staff who served us tonight by any means, Mr. Manager. I won't tolerate that. Is that fine for you?"

The manager jerked his head in approval. "Don't worry about that, Mr. Shah."

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Andaleeb threw away the duvet and left the bed. She scrambled towards him, staring at him in mistrust. He stood there with straight expressions and rigid body language as though he was completely fine and didn't just get a gunshot. From where did this man get all this courage? How easily Masab just tricked the hotel's manager into his story and they even believed him.

"Did...did you just lie to them?" She murmured, her eyes widening as she noticed the drops of blood falling on the floor from the underside of his sleeve. So very similar to their first encounter.

"Then what could I have said? That I had to take a gunshot wound on my arm to hear confession from my wife that she loves me," he uttered, in irony.

She rolled her eyes, though once again, a flush appeared over her cheek. "You are insane."

He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her hands landed on his chest. "Without any doubt, I am relishing in the pain of this wound. You said that you love me. I am gonna scratch this damn scrape every other day so that the scar won't heal, and this becomes an inkling of this memorable day for me. Tell me again that you love me."

She glared at him. "Always love, love and love. You have such a big wound on your arm. We have to treat it. But how can we go to hospital in such a situation?"

"Love has become the rope of my life and death, Andaleeb. How can I not hold onto it?" He wiggled his brows in amusement.

She bit her lower lip as she first stared at the ground and then back to his face. "Now if you heard it, then I won't deny that again. Yes, I have fallen in love with you, Masab. You were right; I never loved him. He was just a means for my rebellion against my family, who wanted to force me into marriage. What love is, I got to know about it once I met you. Maybe I am twisted and vicious. Falling in love with my kidnapper is not something I should have done but I couldn't control my heart from pulling towards you."

He cupped her tender cheeks. "But I am your husband too, sweetheart. Nothing in this world can make me feel more happier than this fact that you love me back."

She huffed. "Then become happy in this fact. But first, you need to take care of your wound. I can't see you in pain...Come here."

She grasped his hand and then walked him towards the bed. She made him recline over it before shifting towards his overcoat. Andaleeb opened the buttons one by one but she knew that he was just staring at her with his keen gaze. She removed the coat from his body and as expected, seeing a big wound over his left bicep left her hurt. She gulped in fear. This wound was chilling red and had both fresh and clotted blood over it. There was a yellow and brown scrape too overlying it. The bullet thankfully hadn't entered his flesh but he needed proper care and bandage for it.

"It needs dressing. I don't have a first aid kit. You should have asked the room service for a kit at least," she complained.

He grinned before pulling out a small red box from the pocket of his overcoat. "I always keep one with myself. I have zero probability of my life."

She narrowed her eyes at him before taking the box. She did once help him in dressing his wound, and this time, it wasn't as deep and threatening as before. "Do you say it right that your life has a threat from all sides? Someone is ready to kill you?"

He smirked. "Someone was just pointing a gun at me a few minutes ago. That should be the answer."

She scowled at him. "Sometimes I just want to kill you, Masab. But what can I do with this heart? When I tried to act upon my plan, it felt like on the verge of breaking apart my ribcage. You say right that we both are twisted, weird, and crooked."

An alluring, dark, and sensual smile occupied his face hearing her saying this. He loved how daring and honest she was. She didn't try to defy once she accidentally revealed that she loved him. Instead, she was again trying to trick him as though she wasn't already wrapping him around her little finger.

He clasped her wrist and then suddenly pulled her into his lap. She placed her hand over his shoulder as she glanced at him in stunned.

"I want you closer to me, my love," he whispered in her ear sensually which caused butterflies to roam in her stomach.

She opened the kit and then rinsed her hands with a sanitizer before applying gentle pressure over his wound with sterile gauze. He hissed and clenched his teeth to resist the pain. Andaleeb paused and stared at him.

"Am I hurting you? I'll be gentle," she stated, apologetically.

Masab kisses her eyelashes. "No, my love. Your love is like my refuge."

Her lips spread slightly. "You are very dramatic."

Masab didn't reply, just increased his grip on her waist with his big and veiny hand. She then focused on the task at hand. After that, she rinsed the wound with the iodine. Even in its mere sight, Andaleeb felt something was happening to her heart. He was in pain due to her. He inflicted this pain upon him because of her love. She wouldn't hurt in anymore again. Laying a thick layer of antibiotic ointment over it, Andaleeb finally bandaged the wound.

In all this while, she knew that he was attentively looking at her with his eyes filled with adoration and love.

"It's done," she muttered.

She couldn't even take her next breath when he pressed his lips against her.

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