Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Eighty two•~~

Andaleeb's hands moved over to the buttons of his shirt while he caressed the soft skin of her stomach from under her blouse, causing her to yelp in pleasure. Masab moved his hands in her hair, smoothening the strands before he put a halt to their kiss. She pouted at him in disappointment.

"Let's get ready. Today I want you to strengthen your shooting skills," he told her, brushing her cheek gently.

She pressed her jaw tightly and leaned away from his touch. "I can learn anything that you want, but I won't hold a gun again, Masab. So don't stress me for that, please."

He put his index finger and thumb under her chin. "Andaleeb, I want you to get strength on your own without my help."

"I understand you, and I did everything that you wanted. I even overcame my fear of water as well because it was you with me. Our kisses from those swimming pool moments overwhelmed the past trauma of my cousin throwing me in the water when I was ten. It only happened because you were there with me. But shooting. No, I won't do that. And you know the reason. I don't need any strength by myself. My strength is you, Masab. And I need you to protect me," she lashed out.

She couldn't believe that now, every other morning, they went together to the pool for swimming, and they always ended up kissing each other while water acted as an insulator for their bodies. Andaleeb wouldn't deny that she slowly forgot the past trauma associated with water for her. Maybe next time, this memory of her with Masab in the beauty of water would overtake the horrible one from the past. She even loved the self-defense sessions he did with her as well. But she wouldn't do the shooting. By using the gun, she once aimed to kill Masab. It would traumatize her more.

She scowled. "What's with this sudden attempt to remove my fears on our honeymoon? We are here to enjoy ourselves as a couple, not to make me a superwoman."

He laughed loudly at this, which intensified her scowl more. "You are already a superwoman for me. I just want you to realize your weak points and work on them. When you first attempted to hold the gun, you couldn't press the trigger because it was me in front of you. I don't want that to happen everywhere you reach such circumstances. It won't always be me who loves you in front of you. Scratch away the emotions from what you should be doing."

She lifted her shoulder in confusion. "But why do I need to even do that?"

"Because you are my wife, sweetheart. As my wife, you have so many threats. I want you to be on your own. Why not we use this moment for that?" He explained.

"I really sometimes can't understand you but okay. Maybe by this way, I can overcome my memory of that night in the hotel if we really indulge in some passionate moment while I pull the trigger in my shooting lessons," she chuckled, making him smile as well.

He kissed her forehead. "I love you so much for falling in love with me."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What's with this confession."

He intertwined their fingers together as he side-eyed her. "You will get to know soon."

Andaleeb shrugged. "If you say then okay."

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She chose blue jeans and oversized white sweaters for today. When she grabbed the gun and directed it at the front, where a glass bottle was placed over a box where her aim should be pointed, ironically, that memory of her shooting Masab came into her mind, which made her put a halt to her action.

Her palm turned sweaty as she exhaled loudly. Her gaze darted towards her husband who was focused on her. Without a word from her, he understood her and then came at her back. He covered her hands with his which was holding the gun.