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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Her grip clasped over the pistol tightly as though a near-dying person held onto the small flickers of any hope of life. There was no difference between both of these conditions. Living with this man was synonymous with death, and finding these small opportunities to get rid of him would bring a life to her.
Soon, Andaleeb heard a click of the door of the washroom, and she quickly hid the gun in her dupatta. That was her chance. That was the perfect moment for her to free herself from this curse of a relationship. She stood up and exhaled deeply to calm herself so that she would appear focused, not tensed as her insides were.
Her gaze flitted over to her figure in a bridal dress. A red wedding. A bride who murdered her groom. A widow bride.
She had always fantasized about her wedding so much. So many plans of hers had been ruined by this man who considered her any piece of property which he could own. Her veins spurted with anger when she made a picture of his arrogant blue eyes in the back of her mind.
And then her hateful state met the owner of those orbs when his meticulous footsteps sounded. She looked up to find him already devouring her with his hungry eyes. Masab was shirtless right now, only dressed in his sweatpants. He was tall, strong, and had a sturdy body. His well-toned muscles were full-on display. He had big biceps, a sculpted chest, a strong back, and well-defined abs. There were many scar marks over his body as well, but they made him appear more undefeatable, powerful, and voracious.
Masab's lips spread into a smile and his icy blue eyes darkened at her sight. That was the look of victory, the fun of breaking someone to make yourself appear high and possess. She hated to become a way to let him feel those selfish emotions. He walked over to her and stood near her, towering her with his high build.
Masab placed his index finger under her chin and raised her face. "You were right when you said that I shouldn't become a gentleman and claim what's mine. After all, I got you after so many hurdles. And now, since you became mine, I will tell this to the whole world: only I have a right over you, even that dead bastard of a boyfriend of yours too."
His palm moved from her face to her neck, his long fingers almost burning her soft skin with their touch. Minutes later, without any protest from her, his lips were attached to her skin and his hands were all over her body as though he could use her as though he wanted.
"Mine. Only mine." Andaleeb felt his hot breath over her earlobe as he whispered it, almost pouring the melted and heated lava inside her ear.
Within minutes, he reached over to the back of her dress and caught the zipper before running his eager and appreciative gaze at her now bare skin.
"Beautiful. Just like I imagined," he murmured in a husky voice, kissing her throat.
She gulped hard to not let the venom of hatred for him come out of her mouth, forcing her to become relaxed in his embrace as well. She had to endure it at every cost. Much time hadn't passed when Andaleeb felt her apprehensive body against the soft fabric of the mattress, the sweet fragrance of flowers filling her nostrils. A cold air passed near her before she felt his warmth covering her. A jammed feeling occupied her whole self, and she thought that she wouldn't be able to breathe if she didn't stop this.
