I was sitting in classroom, it's been 2 days since Mohsin asked me not to hide anything. I am sure he found out everything and it's so weird how those bullies don't even look at me now. Did he met them? I wonder. I am sure he did something so no one now behaves to me like they did before. Few girls, they have talked to me, they helped me with the college stuffs. I am happy how he changed the surroundings for me.
It was 11:30. In the dimly lit library, I wandered between the towering shelves, my fingers trailing over the spines of books as I filled my basket. Each book seemed to whisper its own story, drawing me in.
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Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. There was a subtle pressure against my back, and I realized someone was standing close. My heart raced, and a shiver of fear ran through me. I tensed, my breath catching in my throat, and slowly turned my head to see who it was.
To my surprise, it was him what??!! How?? Mohsin?! His hands were resting gently on the shelf beside me, and his face was softened by a warm, affectionate smile. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said softly, his voice soothing and familiar. Relief and joy replaced my initial fear, and I turned to face him fully, sharing a surprised and happy grin as our eyes met.
I stared at him in disbelief, my mind racing with questions. "How did you get in here?" I asked, glancing around anxiously. "You're not a student. If they catch us, they'll throw us out."
He looked completely unbothered, his smile only widening. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached out and gently cupped my cheek with his hand. "I don’t care," he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to my growing anxiety.
I shifted uneasily, my eyes darting around the library to ensure no one was watching. His proximity was overwhelming, and the way he had caged me in with his hands resting on the shelf beside me only heightened my nervousness. The warmth of his touch and the intensity of his gaze made it hard for me to focus on anything but the close space between us.
As he held my cheek, his gaze drifted down to my lips. I could feel the anticipation build between us, and I could tell he was about to kiss me. Noooo please not here. Just as I began to close my eyes, lost in the moment, I caught sight of the librarian approaching down the aisle.
Panic surged through me. Without a second thought, I pushed him away, my heart racing. He stumbled slightly, his surprise evident as he looked at me with wide eyes.
“Shh, someone’s coming!” I whispered urgently, glancing nervously towards the librarian who was now getting closer.
As I pushed him away and glanced back, the librarian’s eyes met ours. My heart pounded in my chest as I braced for the reprimand. Instead, the librarian’s face lit up with a polite smile.
“Good morning, sir,” he said warmly, tipping his hat slightly before continuing on his way.
I stood there, frozen, and turned to my husband, eyes wide with confusion. “How did he know you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
With a playful grin, he replied, “I bought the college. I’m the new director.”
I stared at him, my jaw dropping in surprise. The reality of his billionaire status suddenly made sense, and I felt a mix of awe and disbelief. "Wh-? Seriously??!"
Without answering me he grabbed my hand, he guided me to a remote corner of the library, shielded from the watchful eyes of cameras and staff. The space was dimly lit, with shadows dancing softly on the walls from the few stray beams of light filtering through the nearby windows. Here, the noise of the library was a distant hum, and a sense of isolation surrounded us.
He turned to face me, his expression a mix of mischief and affection. “Let’s continue where we left off before you pushed me,” he said, his voice low and intimate. His gaze was locked on mine, a silent promise of what was to come.
I glanced around nervously, my heart pounding. “No, we can’t. Someone might see us,” I said, my voice trembling with both apprehension and desire.
Before I could protest further, he closed the distance between us. His hands gently cupped my face, and he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both commanding and tender. The kiss was fervent, igniting a fire that made the rest of the world dissolve. My hands instinctively clung to him, and I melted into the kiss, my eyes closing as I surrendered to the passion of the moment. The warmth of his lips, the intensity of his embrace, and the quiet surroundings created a cocoon where nothing else mattered.
In the quiet corner of the library, as his lips met mine, a whirlwind of emotions surged through me. The kiss was sudden and intense, but it was also filled with a depth of feeling I hadn't fully acknowledged before. As our lips moved together, I felt a profound connection that went beyond the physical touch.
In that moment, I realized this was not just a fleeting passion but a true expression of love. My initial surprise gave way to a warm, deep affection. For the first time, I kissed him back with equal fervor, letting my feelings pour out with every movement. The barrier I had felt before melted away, and I found myself not just comfortable but truly connected to him.
This unexpected kiss revealed something profound—I had developed genuine feelings for my arranged husband. The walls I had built around my heart had come down, and I was enveloped in a sense of belonging and love that I hadn’t anticipated.
His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, while mine found their way to the back of his neck, drawing him in even tighter. The kiss deepened, each moment stretching into what felt like an eternity, filled with emotion and connection. When we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling in the soft, dim light of the library corner, his eyes were filled with an earnest intensity.
"I’ve been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice husky and full of feeling, "that what I feel for you is more than just...” watched him, my heart racing and my mind still swirling from the kiss. I didn’t fully grasp the weight of his words, the warmth of his feelings was clear, and I felt a deep, comforting connection between us.
