Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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His bride!
He couldn't wait to see how she would look in his chosen bridal dress for her. When he specifically brought that hand-stitched and limited piece of gorgeous gown, Masab had imagined her even making that dress more breathtaking with her stunning beauty and looks. That still felt like a dream that he got her.
But for the fulfillment of this dream, some loose ends needed to be tied up. That was what he was doing right now. Masab finally managed to close this case of illegal videos by arranging a fake identity of some girl who got killed by Aurang's abuse that day. That supposed woman was portrayed to be a victim after manipulating the CCTV camera of that hotel room by using her to appear in the picture. The girl initially was involved in a murder case many years ago. She was unidentified as of yet as none claimed to know her.
Right now, he was talking over the phone to pull out the fake ID card of that girl who they would claim to be the same girl Aurang was found with, but she died because of immense torture and fear.
Letting this matter to rest was the best solution for it so that never in the future, Andaleeb would never be dragged into it.
All of a sudden, a noise sounded followed by footsteps. Masab paused and then turned around to find his bride coming over. She was still in her bridal gown and he was totally mesmerized seeing her. She was looking spectacular, to say the least. Stunning, beautiful, confident, and fearless, he couldn't find the words to describe the attributes of the woman he loved. There was something in Andaleeb which always pulled him towards her and nothing was different at the moment.
The dress attenuated her perfect curves all at the right places, and he, for the first time, didn't force himself to look away because she was his to be called now. Masab's eager eyes drank in the pretty sight of her, and it did all the necessary effects on him. More important was the germinating love which once again rooted inside his heart for his wife.
The girl for whom he didn't care for anything, not even his own life.
Andaleeb was walking towards his room, annoyingly holding her lehenga in her both hands. Nina was behind her, with a suitcase in her grip. He raised a brow. What was happening?
Her indifferent eyes fell over him and she couldn't stop the rage which was ready to pour out of them. Masab was no doubt a handsome and good-looking guy. He was tall, definitely a few inches taller than Aurang. He had a muscular and well-sculpted body, which right now was stretched across by his white kurta. He might be a dream guy for many but for her, he looked eye soaring right now. So much that she fought an urge to punch his face so badly and pop out those eyes by which he was checking her out.
This man posed himself as a gentleman to win her over but she knew deep down he only had lust for her. He just wanted to possess her. This desire would remove every idiotic claim of love that he made once he would fulfill it. Andaleeb wanted to bring that monster that he was hiding beneath that rich persona of his. The monster and animal which would ruin everything, even his own mantras of love and then he would set her free.
