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15.𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗧, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚.... 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗥

(Okay, So this was the last chapter when the book got deleted, and now the next chapter will going to be FRESH ONE for you all, So be ready! And do support me too! #senty)

AYESHA

HIS laugh was so terrifying that it sent shivers down my spine. The moment he stopped laughing, he turned to look at me intently.

He grasped my slender wrists in one hand and placed my hand on his chest.

"Yaha..... Yaha jalan hoti hai jab koi tumhe aankh bhi uthaake dekhe aur waha to wo haraamzada tumhe chhune ki koshish kar raha tha, ab kaise bardaasht karta main ye? Hmmm? (Here......it burns here whenever someone else looks at you. And that man was touching you; how could I bear it?)"

At that moment, He seemed incredibly sinister.

He began to slide my hand across his chest, "Do you know what my heart wanted to do when he touched you?"

"W-What?" I barely managed to whisper.

"I wanted to kill him brutally. Right there, at that moment." His words made my heart stop.

He firmly held my face and declared, "Only my hands should touch your body. ONLY MINE"

His gaze was relentless, and I couldn't look away.

Suddenly, I found the courage to ask, "And by what right do you say these things?"

"Right?" He paused, a smile playing on his lips that, even in its sweetness, appeared menacing.

And then he traced his fingers along the bare shoulder peeking out from my blouse, murmuring, "Kyunki pasand aa gayi ho tum iss Armaan Mallik ke dil ko"
(Because You have captured the heart of Armaan Malik)

Hearing this, my body was instantly sapped of all strength, going limp and collapsing under the unbearable weight of the revelation, as every ounce of energy deserted me. my body went limp.

What?
He likes Me?
But it never felt like this.
His behavior was always darker.

And he claims that he likes me?
N-No, this can't be the truth.

I'm sure I heard something disastrously wrong.

He can't like me!
HE JUST CAN'T!!!!

Here,
He looked at me with so much intensity.

"Han, pasand aa gyi ho tum mujhe Ayesha aur jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaati hain uspar sirf mera hq hota hai (And what I like, I claim as my own)"

But out of no where I said, "I am not an object!"

I protested.

"THAT'S WHY YOU ARE SPECIAL." He responded instantly and then backed away.

I was frozen in place, unable to move, his words echoing in my ears-"you have captured the heart of Armaan mallik."

As He stood and began to remove his blazer, my fear escalated.

I sunk further into the couch, my eyes wide with terror, watching him closely as he undid his shirt sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows.

Despite my fear, I couldn't deny how attractive he looked at that moment.

And from attractive I mean--HORRIBLY ATTRACTIVE.

It became a mystery for me that how can someone actually look DARKER and ATTRACTIVE simultaneously.

I was engaged in my thoughts, when he leaned over me again, and my heart was in my throat.

I pushed back into the couch, swallowing hard as he approached.