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CHAPTER 91

Maryam Chaudhary
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I was getting ready for the university, still feeling the soreness from our wild night together. Despite that, I put on a blue frock with a matching dupatta. I decided to go for a minimal makeup look and left my hair open. I also used some concealer to cover up my hickeys. The marks of our passionate love-making.

As I put on my bangles, Danish came out of the shower and stood infront of me. "Did I do something?", he asked, trying to get my attention. I ignored him continued to get ready. I decided to wear blue bangles to match my outfit.

"Please tell me, did I do something?", he asked again, now standing beside me. But I still didn't spare him a glance.

"You didn't do anything", I replied, walking into the closet to grab my jhumkas. I draped my dupatta over my right shoulder and put on my white jhuti. Danish was watching me silently, his gaze lingering on my body. I could feel his intense gaze on me as he stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He then pulled the towel off and walked into the closet naked. I couldn't help but steal a few glances at his chiseled body, feeling a rush of desire course through me.

"Are you mad because I told you not to go to the university?", he asked, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't look up at him, trying to control my emotions as I had already seen him naked before. But it never gets old, seeing him standing there in all his naked glory.

I walked towards the bed and grabbed my phone from the bedside table. I texted Amna that I was on my way to the university but I'll be late.

As i stood up and attempted to open the door to go downstairs, he suddenly shouted from inside the closet, "I swear to god, Maryam, if you step out of the room, you are going to see the worst side of me", his words made me freeze in my tracks. I slowly turned to face him and noticed he was now wearing a black Armani pants with his shirt unbuttoned, hands in his pocket.

He looked incredibly handsome and sexy at the same time. My gaze trailed down to his chiseled chest and well defined six-packs, causing me to bite my lip before meeting his eyes. An embarrassed smile crept onto my lips for getting caught checking him out like that.

"Enjoying what you see?", he asks with a smirk on his face, feeling increasingly embarrassed by his smirk. I couldn't help but become more shameless in my actions. How can I check him out so blatantly like that? Trying to cover up my embarrassed, I scoffed and casually remarked. "I have seen better".

But when he took threatening steps towards me, my confidence faltered. He glared at me with his dark eyes, a wave of fear washed over me and I mumbled my response, trying to appear unfazed.

"Excuse me, come again", he demanded, inching closer until my back was pressed against the wall. "You're testing my patience alot", he growled, his dark demeanor sending shivers down my spine.

He caged me against the wall, his gaze piercing into my soul as he gripped my face. "What were you saying?", he demanded, his fingers harshly running down my cheek and yanking my hair, making me wince in pain.

"You're hideous, I've seen better", I spat out, defiantly placing my hand on his in a desperate attempt to break free.

"The way you were eyeing me, it's like you wanted to devour me", he whispered, his lips inching closer to mine with a twisted grin.

"Don't flatter yourself", I said glaring at him, trying to break free my hair from his grasp. "Zaarib is more beautiful and handsome than you". His face twisted in confusion as he asked in a dangerously low voice, "who is zaarib?", my heart raced as I whispered, "my boyfriend", I looked up at him, his eyes dark and terrifying, making me feel like hiding myself in my closet, consumed by fear.

"I'm hearing this name from your mouth for the third time, and I hate this name ever since I heard this from your mouth", he said, pulling my face closer to his, our breaths mixing.

"Get used to hearing it", I replied, rolling my eyes at him and attempting to knee him in the groin. However, he quickly placed his knee between my legs before I could strike.

"Just because I'm behaving nicely and showing lovey-dovey affection does not mean I will tolerate your bratty behaviour", he growled on my face, causing my eyes to well up with tears. I couldn't understand why I ignored him or why I didn't feel like talking to him after our wild acts in the shower.

"Please just let go of me", I whispered, tears escaping my lips in a sob. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to make sense of my emotions. Why am I crying? Why do I feel so strange? The overwhelming feeling of not understanding myself weighed heavily on me, leaving me feel lost and vulnerable.

"Where does Zaarib live?", he asked, titling his head with a creepy smile on his face.

"Umm, he is a novel character who lives in my hea---", but before I could finish my sentence, he pulled my hair and threw me onto the bed. A scream escaped my mouth as he yanked my hair forcefully. I quickly crawled to the corner of the bed, hugging my knees as tears streamed down my face like a river. His violent actions and behaviour were unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and it was truly terrifying.

It's not like he didn't pull my hair or act like a bastard before; it's the way he didn't smile like a psycho or gaze at me with those dark eyes, as if he's watching me right now. For the second time in my life, I'm terrified of him again. The first time was when he brutally killed a man in the alleyway. Now, his eerie behaviour and unsettling gaze are sending chills down my spine. I can't shake this feeling of dread and fear that consumes me.

He pulled me towards him by my ankle and hovered over me, causing me to scream in fear. "Get off, get off me!", I shouted, pounding my fists on his shoulders. But he didn't move, instead he wrapped his hand around my wrist and held them above my head. His knee was between my legs, making my breath catch in my throat. I was paralyzed with terror as he loomed over me, his eyes filled with madness and malice.

"He lives in your heart, huh?", He asked, as he carelessly threw the dupatta somewhere. I remained silent, but in my mind, I thought about zaarib, my favourite character from a story who holds a special place in my heart. I didn't want to admit it out loud, fearing he might somehow ruin the magic that zaarib brings into my life.

"Is he really more handsome than me?", he asks, wiping the tears from my eyes. I looked at him, tears still falling, and stubbornly replied, "Yes". This only seemed to make him angrier, as he tried to control himself by taking a deep breath.

"Do you love him more than you love me?", He asks, looking into my eyes.

"Yes", I replied, closing my eyes and turning my head away from him. I feel his gentle kiss on my forehead before he moves away. I lie there massaging my wrists which were tightly held by him.

I hear soft cries beside me. I turn my head to see Danish crying, pulling his teeth between his lips to muffle his sobs. He looked adorable while tears continued to stream down his face. I quickly sat up on the bed and comforted him, asking, "What's wrong?".

"Don't touch me?", he said firmly as I attempted to wipe away his tears.

"But what did i do?", I asked, innocently, pouting and blinking my eyes.

"Go, go to your zaarib. Don't touch me or talk to me", he said, tears continued to flow from his eyes.

I sat there, trying to stifle my laughter as I looked at him. I couldn't believe he was crying Just because I told him that I love Zaarib more than him. He glared at me, biting his lips to suppress his sobs.

"I hate you, and I don't want to see your face ever again", he shouted as he grabbed a cushion from the bed and threw it at me while standing up and storming out of the room. I started laughing hysterically; he is jealous of a fictional character and is crying and mad just because I said I love him more.

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