MUHAFIZ

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Author pov

Shehnaaz was unpacking some of her clothes that she has brought to Sidharth's house, he has dragged her here right after eating his dinner, because he can't sleep without his precious medicated bed and she was wondering how does he sleeps on this hard bed! She hates these bed and is compromising just for him. Kya yaad rakhen ge Mir-sahab she said to herself while washing her face. His room has this luxury vibes which you can only get from Buckingham palace

Based on his taste and habits he's literally half British. That dominant personality, old money, sarcastic personality and his freaking accent. That's expected since he has spend his days there for more than a decade

"Idhar ayo."

Sidharth gesture her to come closer with his finger while sitting on bed, when she came out of restroom. Book was resting in his lap which he kept aside as she approached with clueless expression. She has brush and ponytail in her hand. She was going to braid her hair it's her habit to do before sleep. Reason he called her

"Baitho yahan." He patted place in front of him. She did as he said "Samne dekho and give me this." He took brush and rubber band from her hands whats her doing? She questions bitting her lip. She turn around as he said. Now her back facing him

He held her shoulder and pull her closer with suddenness making soft gasp left her lips. She felt his kiss on top of her head, her heart flutters and her lips parted with surprise when he gently brush her hair. Her father use to make her hair even tho he sucked at it and never made proper braids. Always very lose just because he can't bring himself to pull her hair in tight grip. That was his way of showing love and affection

She looks down and didn't realise when tears spill down her cheeks. Bringing her hand up, she wipes them gently and when she sniffs, Sidharth's grip tighten on her hair and he stoped is she crying? He would love to make her cry only when he's making love to her other than that he wouldn't even like idea of her crying

"If I see you crying Shehnaaz you will regret it." He warned near his ear. He has grown to hate seeing her crying. It makes him feel worst. He never wants her to cry. Never and he would do anything if that means she won't cry

"M-mein nahi rorahi." She says in soft voice, looking down at her hands

"Rona bhi maat bhut buri lagti ho Shehnaaz." He did not! How dare he! Even in situations like this he can't stop being mean to her

She turned around with small pout and push him. He wide his eyes in disbelief she did not and before she could leave he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Her back pressed against his chest. He pinned her wrist behind making her wince, which she struggles to get them out of his strong hold she's dead for sure, she can feel sudden change in his aura that made her gulps and stop struggling as he didn't utter a word

"Mir-sahab." She whisper. She's nervous. Her heart was beating really fast that even he can hear

"If you want to cry so bad? Should I make you cry Shehnaaz hmm?" His hot breath fan across her neck as he whisper in husky voice in her ear. He's soo.. she blushed

Atmosphere was suddenly changed as temperature rose in their bodies. He gently caress her hair before gripping them around his fingers and pulling them to get her closer. She let out small cry. His lips brush against her earlobe why it's so hot in here? "You do remember your crying session from earlier right? What were you saying?" He pretended to think. God this is embarrassing. She blushed hard keeping her mouth shut. She's never messing with him again! He freaking won