"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
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Mishti
Day 3.
Of learning the truth and accepting it, actually.
That once... not too long ago... The man I married - the man I now call husband - didn't think he loved me.
Day 3 Of living with the truth. That the dangerously tall, 7 feet 3 inches, long-haired, jade-eyed, marble-chested husband of mine had once decided... I was to become his bedwarmer.
This morning I was in the bathroom, brushing my hair. My reflection looked tired. Big eyes. Puffy lips.
Suddenly-
"Mishti?,"That deep voice.
I stayed silent.
Another knock. Harder. "I know you're in there."
"I'm brushing my hair," I replied coldly. I was brushing my hair since last 2 hours.
Then came the words that made my blood freeze.
"Let me in. I want to help."
"I don't need help, Sultan," I said, turning on the tap loudly.
But the door opened anyway.I had forgotten.This was his house.
He stepped inside slowly.
God.
He looked like all the seven sins.
Hair loose, slightly damp.Eyes heavy with something I couldn't name.And that face.....sculpted out of rage and beauty.
"Please go," I whispered, not turning to look at him. He was carrying his puppy eyes.
Instead, I stared at my reflection.At the woman I was.And the man behind her.
He didn't listen and his fingers touched my shoulder.
"I miss you in our bed," he murmured, "I can't sleep."
"That's not my problem."
Yes,we sleep on the same room but I sleep on the couch. I had no intention or ability to kick him out of his own bed. Basically I felt so empty that I didn't want to spare a word with him. "I know," he sighed, "But it's mine."
I finally turned to face him. And for a second, we both just stood there.Two broken people bonded by one twisted marriage.
He touched my belly then.
"Three days. Three nights. I've been trying not to touch you. Not to beg," he said hoarsely. "But jaan... I'm losing."
"You don't get to beg. You took me.From the beginning you hunted for me."
