Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Every breath or every sob from her, I could hear standing at the other side of the door.

If not for Lylah and Hunter, Adah could have easily escaped the mansion and....

I closed my eyes, barring the thought. I know who was responsible for it—someone who has a complete hold on the mansion and whom everyone will avoid disrespecting. But before confronting her, I needed to make sure Adah got the message clear this time.

Her defiance forces me to tie her to the bed until she accepts her fate. But one looks into her fearful eyes, and I turn to putty in her hands. The momentary shock of getting ripped from her family has clouded her rationality; otherwise, she would have quickly picked up my hesitation to hurt her in any form. I can't explain her without ruining her innocence, and I meant when I said I vowed to keep it intact no matter what. I don't want her to change and still look at the world through her heart-falling lens.

When the bathroom door opened, I raised my eyes and found her clutching the edge of the t-shirt and avoiding my stare. It wasn't deliberate that I could only give her a T-shirt. I would have planned everything in advance had I known I would marry her by the end of the day. She won't be comfortable sleeping in her bridal dress—instigating me to take her, which would only worsen her fragile state of mind—and this is not the first time she was sleeping in my t-shirt. Though it was the first time she was sleeping without her inner-wear.

My gaze remained trained on her face instead of roaming over her body when I was fully aware of her nipple outlining the t-shirt. It took me a lot of effort, but she deserves that much after all I put her through. Seeing me in a trance for Adah, Lylah growled as if accusing me of cheating her.

I shook my head at her possessiveness. She and Hunter were the first to accompany me from the journey of Dr. Aryan Abdullah to Mobster Aryan Abdullah. They have been with me for around thirteen years, and I have an irrevocable bond with them. Lylah couldn't see my attention getting diverted while Hunter was bewitched by Adah's scent.

Traitorous bastard!

Adah froze at her place, gaping at Lylah in fear. Her phobia of dogs came as a surprise, and I, for once, was glad since I could use it against her. There was no other way for me to keep her at bay, not without hurting her. Walking to the couch, I sat and patted the place next to me. Lylah immediately jumped while the traitor Hunter remained at his place, observing his new crush.

"Go to bed. They won't do anything. Not unless you try any trick with them," I said, scratching Lylah's back that she loves.

Taking small steps, Adah crossed the distance between the bathroom and the door, longer than it would take. Content with my attention on her, Lylah didn't bark or snarl at Adah and was huffing happily beside me. Animals are simple beings. They don't want your power or money, or they don't play with your emotions like humans. They simply want your attention, care, and love. And they would go to any extent in return to your love without expecting anything back.

I could feel Adah's unwavering stare even though the sleeping pill had already taken effect. In her fragile state, what she needed the most was to eat and sleep. She can't change her kismet. She is Mrs. Aryan Abdullah, whether she likes it or not. And I can't let her roam freely, knowing well what would happen to her next.

Her distrust was evident in how she was gaping at the sleeping pills. With what I had done, I didn't need to use my brain to know what she took that pill as. I wouldn't be surprised if she assumed I was drugging her to have sex with her. Soon enough, the room was filled with Adah's soft snoring, along with Hunter and Lylah's pants.

"Hunter, come here, boy."

The dog obliged now that Adah was asleep. He sat before me on his hunches like an obedient student.