His Forced Possession

Chapter 21: Her Family and His Defence

Her Family and His Defence

Zaviyaar's POV

Standing outside Malik's residence while an excited Imani was fixing my clothes was just how I imagined my day. Imani looked so happy, her hazel eyes sparkling and her beautiful smile shining ever since she came to know where I was taking her. If this is how she was when happy, then by God, I swear to always do what she wants.

How times change... Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself to be a crazy man, obsessed with a 5-foot, soft-as-a-pillow woman. And now look at me, desperate to give her everything she wants, only to see her smile.

Last night's events were unfortunate. The outbreak of my anger was upsetting but not unexpected. Wherever my mother is, you can surely find anger and rage. I never even wanted her to come, but alas, when does she ever do anything according to anyone else's wishes?

I have a gut feeling she purposely did what she did. She knew what would happen if she talked to Imani, and she also knew I would not let her. She wanted Imani to see me break in rage, she wanted her to be scared of me. And she succeeded... albeit for a few minutes. Never again.

Cornering Imani while I was stuck with Mr.Malik was a cunning move. She saw me distracted and took advantage of it. But that mistake will not be repeated. I will not let anyone distract me away from her anymore. And right now, with the way my dear wife is trying to pull my face down to her, she wants my attention.

"Zaviyaar. We forgot to buy sweets! After our wedding, this is the first time that we are coming to my home. How could we forget?! What do we do?" Her brows creased in worry as she started panicking. And I have made a discovery, worry also makes her cheeks puff up and redden. So adorable...

"Imani, my dear wife, why do you keep underestimating your husband?" With one click of my fingers, my guards brought out the sweets I had ordered them to bring while I was in the meeting. I was going to have them delivered but then decided against it thankfully. Imani probably wouldn't have liked the sweets arriving before we did. So I had them follow us instead.

She was in awe of the various boxes and fruit baskets that the guards kept carrying out. She raised her brows at me as if asking, 'Are you insane?'. But Imani's entrance should be grand, don't you think so?

"Shall we?" I offered her my arm, fully expecting her to run on to knock on the door. But surprisingly, she accepted, choosing to walk with me, even though she was trying to quicken my pace by taking bigger steps.

As Imani knocked on the door, I wiped the smile from my face. This house is the place where my Imani is from, her home, filled with people who want to take her away from me... I need to keep my guard up, lest someone tries to sneak something past me.

I won't let them, or anyone, take her away from me.

The one to open the door was her father and the first person he saw? Me. I know that because before Imani threw herself at him, his face was beginning to twist in anger. But I noticed, the second Imani was in his arms, his expression changed to one of relief and concern, his arms wrapping around her small body to hold her up.

"Oh, Imani! My sweet daughter, you're home!" Home? This isn't her home anymore. Her home is with me now, why does he keep forgetting that? Even last night, he told me to be careful instead of stopping his son from his activities. Did he honestly think I wouldn't find out how he was trying to dig up blackmail material on me? Not that he'll find any, I'm not a Khan for nothing.

I wanted to correct him but held myself back after seeing Imani's beaming expression. No, I can't say anything. This is all for Imani, letting my anger get the best of me would ruin any effort I put into making her happy again. So I held back any words wanting to be let out, and simply let Imani enjoy being coddled by her Father again.