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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"I am slowly coming across your true face and true colors. Just a while ago, one of your victims and lover came to me and acted as a psycho lover. I felt bad for the poor girl," she murmured, leaving him stunned.
Masab raised a brow. Did Hoorain come to Andaleeb?
His lips slightly curled up as he stared at her beautiful face. "People say a lot of things about me. Some are true. Some are lies. And some are completely bullshit. You don't have to believe in every one of them. Maybe whatever they are saying about me, one day you will find me completely opposite of it."
She rolled her eyes. "The way you treat women is awful and I will never turn a blind eye to any woman claiming to be wronged by you."
"I won't give any justification for myself. When I loved you, I didn't do it for myself. I didn't do it to make a nice image for myself in front of you. I did it because you struck my heart. I didn't force myself to show you that I love you. So now I won't say anything in my defense too. You will realize it yourself one day that I love you, Andaleeb," he said, matter of factly.
Andaleeb didn't know what magic his eyes held at that time that she couldn't take her own away from them. As though a whole ocean was making a wave in them, as though the whole universe and the whole galaxy were in them and they were only singing the lullabies of her love. Did she just see love in those blue eyes?
No, it couldn't be love.
But whatever Masab did was too true not to be loved. He respected her boundaries, he never showed that he only needed her body and he even resisted himself to even look at her when she was so ready to show herself deeply to him. However, quickly, Andaleeb shook her head.
He didn't love her. He was only obsessed with her, and one day, that obsession would see its effect. He would fail to prove his fascination and sense of ownership as love. That day would be her victory. That day she would finally be free from all shackles.
She smiled sheepishly and a glass of the cold drink from which he was drinking earlier. Andaleeb brought the glass ear her lips and took a sip, making him appalled by her sudden act. She put it back on the table after taking a generous sip. "Let's make a deal, Mr. Shah. If that day you are referring to won't come, that would be my victory. And as my present, I want my freedom and your death. And if that day would come, that would be my defeat and your victory. And in your present, I will tell the whole world that you love me. I will accept your love and companionship. And if not love you back, what I can do is to become a good wife for you." Her expressions suddenly became grim and she clenched her teeth. "But in both cases, you have to make up for inflicting all this upon me. For killing the one I love and for kidnapping me. Beware that this isn't going to be easy. Your death really means your head and dead body, Masab. I need to see you die in the same way you caused the death upon him. You still have time. Divorce me and call off this marriage."
