Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both han...
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Feeling a weight on my body pressing down I slowly opened my eyes and I found myself trapped in the embrace of Arsh. The morning light filtered through the glass door of the balcony, casting a gentle glow over room. I could hear the gentle chirping of the birds outside, a soothing melody that seemed to welcome the new day.
As I shifted uncomfortably in his embrace, I felt a surge of emotions that anything but pleasant. Resentment for being trapped in a marriage that I didn't choose, anger at the loss of my freedom and autonomy, and a deep sense of despair at the thought of spending my life in a loveless union.
Breaking my thoughts he stirred slightly, making his grip one me tightening in his sleep. I felt a shiver running down my spine at his touch, the thought of his hands on me making me feel uneasy. The scent of his cologne, a cloying mix of musk and arrogance, filled my nostrils. I felt like a bird in a cage, yearning for the freedom to spread her wings and fly far away from this suffocating existence. In that moment, I knew that I was far from where I meant to be. Trapped in a loveless marriage, surrounded by the emptiness of a life I never wanted, I closed my eyes and prayed for strength to endure everything. And suddenly a realization hit my senses that I have missed my fajr prayer today. Scolding myself I lifted my face towards him, meeting his sleeping face.
Few strands of his messy and silky hair was falling over his forehead hiding it from my view. He had thick and long hair which reached the nape of his neck. My eyesight slide down to his sharp and perfect nose. His jaw was hidden under neatly trimmed beard. My gaze traveled to his thin and dark lips and suddenly the way he kissed my palms last night flashed in my memory sending a ticklish sensation where he kissed me. His eyelashes were not that long but very thick and his lids were hiding the hypnotizing eyes. His shoulders were broad masculine. His arms which wrapped around me was very big and strong with well built muscles and popping veins. I felt very small in appearance beside him. His skin tone was dusky and dark making him look like a ruthless and dangerous man, which he truly himself. Moreover, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen but, a dark handsome.
"Finish staring?" I startled hearing his deep voice and when I looked up at him, he was already looking at me.
I looked down at my hands which was on his chest. " I want to use the restroom" I said feeling embarrassed waited for him to loose his grip but he tightened it more instead.
"Don't you hear?. I want to use the restroom. Let me go" I said irritated in his behavior.
"I will let you go but only if you tell me how I am looking to you as you were sighting me inch by inch" hearing him my cheeks became hot. He was awake before me and pretended to be sleeping. "He is really a shaitan" cursing him in my thoughts I tried to free my self but he didn't budge.
"First tell and I will let you otherwise be like this in my arms till I feel like letting you go" He spoke with a mischievous grin.
To be honest he was handsome. The most handsome man I have seen and my ego didn't let me admit that. So I said whatever came to my mind at that moment. "You look very old" I said and in return I got a soft chuckle from him.
