Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Seventy two•~~

She blinked. "These are all fantasy tales by the way. What if it gets infected?"

"I am used to of such circumstances. Don't care about me," he mumbled, matter of factly.

A snarky smirk came across her lips. "You are used to of so much bloodshed maybe. Aren't you?"

"You aren't wrong. Bloodshed is something which I'll have to see till my death," he uttered, truthfully.

Andaleeb glared at him. "Don't talk about death, Masab. Not anymore."

Warmth filled his eyes as he kissed her nose. "But you wanted me to die, sweetheart. Didn't you?"

She puckered her lips. "I did. I still want my heart and mind to hope and wish for your death but they aren't in my control anymore. They are working on their own and..." Her sheepish eyes met his curious one before she completed. "A stupid girl in me wants your love and companionship."

Masab's grin deepened and he lifted her face by putting his thumb and index finger on her chin. "That's the smartest inner self of yours."

Andaleeb rolled her eyes before she sighed. "I don't know what's happening to me. Did you cast any black magic over me?"

In response, he laughed loudly. "That's my spell which is hovering over you. My love, which you are slowly perceiving as reality, and it's making your own heart open up for me."

She put her fingers in her hair. "I don't know what to do. Every day I just think about you. My heart, my thoughts, and my mind are just filled with you. You...you corrupted my heart, thoughts, and soul. It's so much that...that I don't feel any remorse, guilt or sadness anymore. At first, my insides used to clench whenever I thought about him or our relationship. But when I put that gun over your head, I then knew what exactly is that emotion of feeling anxiety and fear. I couldn't dare to do that. Then I realized that I felt nothing for him anymore. My only emotions and feelings were meant for you. I wanted you and I wanted to relish in the taste of your love. It's just like that I am accepting that his death was his fate. He had to die no matter what and how it would have happened. I am so selfish. I am weird and you made me weird. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if I wasn't like you."

He nodded, his expression suddenly becoming taut. "You are right. That was his fate and luck. He did wrong and perhaps he got a punishment for acting wrongly."

Andaleeb narrowed her eyes at him. "As if you didn't do enough wrong. You kidnapped me and killed him."

"But I am not a scary piece of shit. I did it proudly. I claimed you as mine with full respect and dignity. You accepted everything because you wanted it. Unlike your decision of fleeing which was fueled by a fear," he told her, his each and every word speaking truth and nothing else.

She lightly hit his chest. "You are a jerk."

"You still have time. Kill me if you still want," he inquired, cheekily.

Andaleeb scowled at him. "Don't you dare say something like this again? Otherwise, I'll really kill you with my bare hands. I can't live away from you, Masab. You have wrecked me so much. You are really a douchebag. I hate you."

He chuckled slightly hearing this. She seemed really cute when she spoke like this. His heart couldn't find more peace than this. The one he loved also loved him back was such a good thing to hear. This sudden rain and storm really did good for them. He blew a hot breath over her cheek before grasping her neck with his big hands.

"We are weird as we are talking about blood and murder in a romantic atmosphere," Masab spoke, pinching her nose.

She smiled at this as well. He was totally right. Any normal girl wouldn't have forgotten the one who got killed because of her and then fallen in love with his murderer. But she wasn't normal. She was odd.