Mahnoor's POV:
'Become water when you're dealing with fire'
Ami used to say these words when Papa got angry. She never talked back to him and just listens to his complaints and apologizes even if it wasn't her fault. But when Papa's anger once cooled down, then she'd tell him where he was wrong and she continues to tease him until he accepts defeat and apologizes.
Will it help me if I try???
I took a deep breath and look into his eyes, to be honest, I wasn't listening to a single word he said. I don't have to. His eyes can tell me everything. He was jealous and even if I try to assure him that I avoided him because I was nervous, he would not believe. So I kept quiet and reach for his hand on the back of my neck. Closing my eyes, I put my hand on his and waited for him to let out his anger.
Can you hear my unspoken words, Moosa...?
Slowly, he relaxed his grip and pulled me into an embrace, which I willingly accept. I don't hate him, not anymore. My stubbornness has reached its limits and I am exhausted now. I realize that the battle I have been trying hard to win was not a battle, to begin with.
"Sorry." I mumbled, putting my chin on his shoulder.
The wetness I have been feeling on the corner of my eyes slide down to my cheeks when he touched my neck with his lips.
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Moosa's POV:
Her soft small hands rested on my back and her chin on my shoulder as she mumbled 'sorry'.
Am I dreaming???
She didn't flinch and hug me back. It took me a few moments to understand that. A strange overwhelming feeling washed over me as I inhale her sweet scent.
Slowly, I trace her neck with the tip of my nose and press my lips against her soft skin. She shivers in my arms but did not pull back. Instead, she hesitantly buries her head into my neck. I never understood the reason behind her hesitation while she is aware that I would never reject her. She didn't have to fear anything.
After placing a kiss on her temple, I pulled her over onto my lap as I leaned back on the sofa. With a shriek, she tried to get down.
"Stay." I whispered.
"I'll sit beside." Her tense face looked quite amusing.
"No! I need you nearer." I didn't wait for her response and draw her face closer. So close that her lips were barely inches away from mine. I wanted to see her reaction, so I wait until she lowered her gaze in concurrence. A sudden excitement bubbled up inside me, making me claim her lips impatiently. I didn't allow her to pull back until she granted me my request and deepened our kiss.
Her hands fisted tight on my shirt, so I pulled back. Her breaths were laboured, making her look more appealing to my eyes with her lowered gaze and rosy cheeks. I leaned in for another kiss but instead of accepting, she puts her head on my chest. I sighed in defeat and threw my head back onto the sofa.
Noor's stiff body relaxes slowly as I stroke her arm. I never thought that such a day will come when she will accept me. I was ready to be forcefully for keeping by my side. I threatened her and manipulated her. I knew she was afraid of guns, still, I handed it over to her and give her the option to get rid of me. I blackmailed her to marry me, I killed that Kamil guy in front of her eyes to make her submissive. Yet she was accepting me after all this.
But I wonder how long will it remain like this when I am about to throw her into something horrible again.
Will she be able to forgive and re-accept me...?
I don't know what tomorrow brings but right now, I just wanted to live this dream peacefully with my girl.
~*~
Mahnoor's POV:
"Try these three dresses." Moosa again gave me some dresses to try on.
After breakfast, he dragged me to the market to buy a nice dress for a dinner in which he was invited with me.
"Fine." I sighed and went into a dressing room.
Lately, he was being attentive to me. He took me to different places and tries to give me company, in which he fails badly. Last week, I found out that going somewhere alone is better than going with him and the walls of our house can give a much better company than him. He barely talks or smiles, but his observation of others is way better than I have ever seen in anyone and it's even creepy sometimes.
"I'm done." I stepped outside from the changing room in a pair of red trousers and a long black shirt.
"Change it." He said, without giving a second glance.
The second dress was a baggy blue coloured frock with light embroidery on the sleeves and neckline.
It's beautiful...
I came to Moosa happily but my smile faded when he frowns disapprovingly.
"It doesn't look good?" I inquired.
"You like it?" He asked me back.
"Yes."
"Fine, buy it. It will come in handy in the future."
"Future?"
"It is a fancy maternity dress, right?" He answered with a straight face.
Huh???
Shocked, I found myself unable to reply to him. I looked at the dress I am wearing, then back at him again with my mouth ajar. I quickly closed my mouth when he turned his face to the other side and his lips twitch upwards.
"You are horrible." I pout and he chuckled, facing back to me.
"I just speak my mind." He shrugged and I look away. His smiling face was a rare sight but I couldn't look into his eyes. Those dark brown orbs can speak and they speak too much.
"By the way, do you know how to wear a Sari?" He asked out of the blue.
"Yes!"
"Then we are taking Sari." He picked a light blue coloured Sari and buys it. I didn't mind him buying things for me. He has good sense when it comes to ladies' dressings. It could have been Natasha's influence.
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Wearing a Sari was easy, but walking in it is harder than walking in a bridal dress. Still, I didn't give up wearing it. I put on a bracelet and the Moonstone pendant Moosa gave me, which I always kept with me and luckily, it matches the Sari perfectly.
We went to Moosa's apartment after shopping. There was no point in going home and come back after three hours. With a knock on the door, Moosa came in asking "Ready to leave?" But frozen in the middle of the room.
"...Did I wear it right?" I asked, tucking a loose strand of hair back.
He nodded and said, "It looks good on you." In a very awkward manner.
"Thanks." I smiled, as I try to walk past but stopped by him near the door. His eyes roam up and down on me. Looking at me like I was the most beautiful person in the world. That lustful and longing gaze sent an electrifying sensation all over me.
"We are getting late." I said and make my way out, unable to afford standing there in his heated gaze.
~*~
Our ride to the hotel was silent. We both didn't say a word and my hand was kept rested on his lap as usual. After coming out of the car, I gulp in astonishment as I look at the sight before my eyes. It was more like a palace rather than a house or was it a hotel. I didn't, nor I bother to ask Moosa, but whatever this place was, it was luxurious. I have never dreamed tp visit such a place. Standing near the entrance I quickly tug Moosa's arm when he walked over to. Noticing my nervousness, he smiled encircling his arm around my waist and held me close as we walk in.
"Relax, Noor." He told me when I was about to lose my balance again.
"Sorry! I am not used to wearing Sari." I steady myself.
Nor am I used to walking in such a lavish place...
"Be careful, okay." I nodded.
"Moosa..!" We heard a man calling his name and he turned his full attention to him.
"Tanveer Sahab (Mr.) Assalam o Alaikum." He shook hand with him. Tanveer Sahab was a healthy middle-aged man.
"Wallaikum Assalam and don't call me Sahab. I start to picture myself as an old man." He said, mentioning Moosa to walk forward.
"Then how about Uncle Tanveer?" Moosa teased.
"Now you are offending me." He said. with a fake anger and Moosa smiles.
"Anyways, meet my wife, Mahnoor." Moosa introduced me and I felt my heart skipped a beat when he used the word 'my wife'.
"Assalam o Allaikum." I salam him.
"Wallaikum Assalam. Finally, we met. I have been eagerly waiting to meet you."
"Ji (yes)?" I look back and forth between him and Moosa in confusion.
"You're exaggerating." Said Moosa.
"Maybe... Actually Mahnoor, I've known Moosa for quite some time and had often asked him to settle down. But he never listens and suddenly, one day, I heard that he got married. So, my reaction should not be taken as exaggeration." He informed me and I replied with a smile.
Later, Moosa told me that he is a business partner and the host of this dinner. He introduced me to many people as I silently observe everything, too confused to do or say anything. I was sure if it wasn't for Moosa, I'd surely embarrassed myself.
Since I came here, I have been feeling a little dizziness and it's getting worse after drinking the juice that Moosa gave me.
"What is happening to me?" I mumbled.
"Did you say something?" Moosa asked.
"I am not feeling well."
"You want to go back?" He asked, lowering his head.
"No, I'll be fine. Can you show me where the restroom is?"
"Sure. Come this way."
~*~
Moosa's POV:
I guided her to the restroom and left once she gets in. Walking back to the hall, I read the text I received a few seconds ago.
'Room number 36, the first floor is reserved for you.'
Good! Now all I have to do is wait.
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