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His eyes sparkled like polished onyx, his gaze mesmerizing as he leaned in, his warm breath caressing her skin. She dodged again, her movements fluid and instinctive.
His hands slapped against the wall with a resounding thud, and this time, his nose took the brunt of the impact. A faint crimson flush spread across the bridge of his nose.
"Ow!" he yelped, his voice tinged with exaggerated anguish.
He clutched his nose, his eyes watering comically.
"Ahh, Mishti, you're a heartless assassin!"
His whine was a masterful blend of drama and playfulness.
Her concern was palpable as she approached him, her brow furrowed.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
His grin was wicked.He grasped her waist, his fingers wrapping around her.
"You're worried about me?" he teased.His voice dripped with honeyed amusement."You're not immune to my charms, are you?"
Her cheeks flushed like rose petals."You're acting," she accused.
His smirk was a work of art."Isn't everyone?" he whispered.He nuzzled her, his lips grazing her skin."Aren't you doing the same?"
Her voice was a soft protest.She whined, her tone adorable."Stooop!"
He mimicked her, his voice a perfect echo."Stooop!"
Their whines harmonized like a duet of playful kittens.
"You'll kill me,"she chimed.
"Yes," he whispered."Sometimes, I want to kill you, mercilessly."
"Why?"
"Because you're making it impossible for me," he whispered."You claim you don't love me," he murmured."But then you act indifferent, accusing me of cheating, hurting you...and then...why?"
Her breath hitched, her chest heaving like waves. His fingers danced across her skin, leaving trails of desire, painting her with passion."You toy with my emotions," he whispered."You make me miserable."
He pulled her closer, his arms enveloping her, shielding her."Give me hope, then turn away."
She rested her head on his chest, her heart pounding against his, beating as one.Burying her face in his warmth.Just then, his phone rang, shattering the tense atmosphere, piercing the silence.
His eyes rolled heavenward, resigned."Ammijaan," he muttered.He reluctantly picked up."Assalamu alaikum, Ammi," he said.
Mishti heard Shama's stern voice on the other end, firm. Screaming over thr phone.
"Show me she's safe," Shama demanded.
He switched to video call."Jaan,say hello to Ammi," he said.
Mishti's face appeared on screen, radiant."Ma, I'm fine," she reassured.
Shama's expression softened, relief."Sultan, why didn't you inform us?" she rebuked.
"I'm sorry, Ammi for kidnapping your daughter-in-law."
"Thats my daughter. And you are a thug!"
"Ammi!!! Don't you believe me?"
After getting ridiculed and mocked for straight fifteen minutes,she cut off the call.
Mishti's eyes narrowed, questioning."Why didn't you inform Ma?" she asked.
He shrugged, sheepish."When will you be responsible?" she pressed.
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