Anaa - a tale of ego and love

Chapter 6

Author's note: Hello to everyone still following this story! I recently got married, and I apologize for the delay in updating. As a token of my appreciation for your patience and the lovely comments, I'm excited to share not only the long-awaited Chapter 5 but also Chapter 6 as a little gift to all of you.

When I first began writing this, it was a self-indulgent project. The dynamics between Izza and Altamash brought me joy, and I wanted to create a story that captured that happiness. It's truly heartwarming to see that many of you share this enjoyment. Whether it's a handful of readers or hundreds, I'm committed to completing their story, as Izza and Altamash have become my own guilty pleasure.

Thank you all for sticking with me! Here's to more adventures with our favourite couple. :

Altamash's POV:

Altamash was furious, his conversation with Anya still ringing in his ears. While he waited for school to end, he shot a quick text to the driver he'd hired for Izza, dismissing him for the day. Usually, he didn't have time for such trivial matters—he still didn't—but this was different. Izza needed to be put in her place. She had overstepped her bounds before, but poisoning his sister's mind against him was the last straw. If that meant taking time out of his packed schedule to confront her, then so be it.

Before Nashwa or Anya could find him, his gaze locked onto Izza. She was chatting with a few students who were lingering after class, a small smile on her lips. This was his chance. He strode toward her, his jaw clenched, his presence commanding attention as the students noticed him. Usually, they greeted him with excitement, and today was no different. They cheered as he approached, but his expression must have warned them that this was no time for pleasantries.

"Miss Izza, can I have a word?" His tone indicated he would not entertain disagreements, and Izza's smile faltered, confusion flitting across her face as she registered his cold demeanour.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowing as they began walking toward the old chemistry lab building.

Altamash didn't bother responding, this discussion needed to happen in private. He could hear the students calling after them—"Miss Izza! Altamash Sir!"—but he had no intention of stopping. He could see Izza glancing back, perhaps wanting to indulge the students, but he tightened his grip on her wrist, effectively dragging her away.

"What is the matter with you?" Izza protested, her voice tinged with frustration, but Altamash remained silent, his focus solely on reaching the chemistry lab. He knew this wasn't the best time for a confrontation—the end of the school day was a chaotic rush of students, teachers, and parents—but this couldn't wait any longer as things were already in motion now.

"You're hurting me, Mr. Altamash! Stop this!" Izza's voice jolted him out of his single-minded focus. He hadn't realized just how tightly he was holding her wrist, and for a brief moment, guilt flickered through him. The skin around her wrist was flushed red from his grip.

But he spotted the lab entrance, gave one last forceful tug, and shoved them both inside. Once he ensured the room was empty, he released her, and Izza immediately rubbed her wrist, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and pain.

"Are you out of your mind, you disrespectful brute?" she all but shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

Altamash kicked the door shut with a sharp, forceful thud, the suddenness of it making Izza flinch momentarily before he turned to face her fully. For a moment, her eyes widened, a flicker of fear there—but it was quickly replaced by fury. Her golden-brown eyes blazed with anger, and despite everything, he couldn't help but notice how stunning she looked when she was furious. It was maddening, really, how the woman who had become the bane of his existence could look so breathtakingly beautiful in the heat of her wrath, and something must have been severely wrong with him to even think of such a thing while he was pissed off at her. He couldn't let himself be distracted by that. She was undermining his family, and that's what he needed to focus on.