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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
My limbs trembled uncontrollably and I have no idea how I managed to follow Mr.Malik inside.
He vanished into the kitchen and I followed behind mindlessly, pausing in the dining room, still processing whatever happened back in the woods.
Mr. Malik kissed me. Twice.
And I kissed him back. Twice.
Oh. My. God.
I can't believe all that was real.
The kiss was so maddeningly intense and consuming that it shook me to my very core and left me gasping for breath.
His words and the raw possessiveness in his dark gaze made me shiver.
Mr. Malik emerged out of the kitchen which is adjacent to dinning room with two bowls of soup, probably preheating them.
He nonchalantly settled on the chair, his expression was blank and unreadable. Meanwhile my heart raced erratically, refusing to calm down.
"Are you going to keep standing there and stare at me, or maybe you can just sit down and eat while still stare at me?" His voice snapped me out of my trance, and I realized I was foolishly frozen in the middle of the dining room, gawking at him.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, painting them with embarrassment.
"I'm... I'm not hungry." I mentally kick myself for stammering.
"Sit and eat." He commands, his gaze fixed on his soup bowl as he took a spoonful.
I squint my eyes at his authoritative tone.
His damn dictatorship grates on my last nerve, and it seriously needs to go.
"I don't feel like eating. I'm still upset with you, okay? Just because we kissed doesn't mean I've forgiven you." The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.
And in that instant, I wished I could retract them because Mr. Malik paused with the spoon halfway to his lips.
𝐃𝐞𝐫'𝐦𝐨. [Shit]
Why Mirha, why can't you just shut up for once?
I resist the urge to slap a palm to my mouth which is a relentless generator of embarrassment.
Right now, all I wanted to do is bury my head in the sand.
Feeling utterly mortified, I slowly attempted to escape the awkward situation, but Mr. Malik's hand swiftly encircled my wrist, halting my steps.
"Either you sit willingly and eat, or else we have to do it my way." Mr. Malik says calmly, still gripping my wrist.
