DEFINED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #3)

6. Being his.

~We all just love the beautiful things and blame others for not liking our flaws. Hypocrites~

ADAH,

"Don't even think about kissing me," I warned him when his approaching eyes that were resting on my lips for a brief moment slowly climbed over to look at me. His gradient brown eyes, resting on mine. While he was silent. Both our heart rates peeking at the top. While I wasn't gulping so that he doesn't get the wrong idea.

"Why? Why can I not kiss you? We have already kissed before?" He asked me, more like a flirting thing. His mischievous eyes at me, and his lips curved in a smirk now.

He is still in the same position as me, while he was giving me a look like that. I pushed him, off guarded. While he collapsed his head on the top of the car.

"Hey!" He cried out, while I instantly started to apologise to him. "I'm sorry- sorry about that?" I asked him, while I started to check up if he is okay?

But he caught my both hands and leaned closer to my face. And he kept it on my lips so suddenly. "Aa-" I was to tell him to stop. But, he just went for it.

I took my head away, though he with his good motions while I tried to get my head away, he just made me lean back on the seat without even realising it.

I wanted to push him away but my hands were pinned on each side, in his clench.

I wasn't reciprocating the kiss but was rather blocking him though, he won't stop. Until he pulled away finally. After a long moment.

Leaving me, completely.

"That was molestation." My first words, coming out to him. When he just closed the door with a thud, I watched him from the windshield. He comes across and sits in the driver's seat. Gritting over his anger, his jaw tight.

"No one can molest their wife." He gritted his jaw. And started the car. Going in silent, while looking at his anger right now. I questioned whether or not I should fight him right now.

"We are not married. The papers are fake!" Though sitting quietly wasn't my thing when something wrong is happening with me.

But, my words made him, hastily stop the car. And turned to look at me.

"Let's go home in peace. Okay?" He asked me, staring at me, making me realise that he wasn't angry because I brought molestation. He was angry because I didn't reciprocate him?

He turned and started to drive. "I'm taking you to my house, I bet you don't wanna stay with your parents?" He asked me, turning his head my way. Looking for a yes with no other fights. While right now, all I want to do is get mad at him.

"Adam, answer me. When I ask you something. You know I don't like repeating twice!" With his jerky attitude and his fury, he asked me and told me.

I just remained silent, until I told him. "Just stop the car." In my words, his frown formed over his head, his jaw clenching back, while his grip on the steering wheel increased over the top. He hit the accelerator, raising the speed of the car.

When I asked him to stop.

He made this abrupt turn, out of blue, making me sway and almost hit my head before he caught my arm and pulled me.

"I asked you to stop!" I again asked him, but he still did not stop the car. "Adams-" I yelled his name. But he won't stop and just kept driving reckless, so far we were at the empty road but now he took over the highway. In the middle of his cars.

"How many times?" He spoke while the car kept making this swooping from left to right. "How many times I have already warned you. Don't trigger me. That don't force me to be bad to you. Yet, you won't stop. How do you expect-" he kept shutting me?

But suddenly the car door swayed open and without even realising that I was leaning down on it. I ended up in a rush of rolling down on the ground my head hitting on the floor, while I ended up hurting my skull my sight blinding as the stillness in the world was too dark. I groaned in pain, while I wasn't watching anything, in the darkness.

The voice of someone running around, while I -

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2~ days later.

RAHAAN,

"What's wrong with you? Why did you come back to India?" My friend asked me,

"I came to meet Maya," I replied him, "Oh yeah, about the news. I heard it." He shrugged it. As I looked around the whole café, playing twiddling with my cup in silence.

I was observing the environment. But, right there my eyes rested on the same guy. The twiddling stopping. That guy was sitting there with his hands on his head. He was in his shirt that wasn't even perfectly in. More looked like someone beat the shit out of him. But he was just sitting there, his hair ruffed.

Wait, a minute. Aren't that the same clothes he was wearing the last time I saw him?

Why is he still-

Did he go bankrupt?

I wondered to myself, taking a sip of my coffee. When he stood up. And started to walk outside taking over a call. And passing by me.

"They say Adah isn't recovering well, I don't know-"

Is he talking about that girl? The model girl? Yes, the assistant director called her Aadha, in the accent.

Recovering? What does that mean? I wondered while I stood up. "Where are you going?-" my friend called me out from behind me, while I ran out of the door behind that ruffle guy. Following him, while he walked with his shoulders hunched and head down. Inhaling deeply again and again.

Why am I following him though?

I have nothing to do with either of them?

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