𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 20

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"Just because I haven’t touched you as a husband should, doesn’t mean I won’t."

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"I’m her husband."

Yusuf’s face paled instantly, the realization hitting him like a freight train. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He quickly looked at Aamirah, as if hoping this was some kind of misunderstanding, but the look on her face confirmed it.

His crush, the girl he had been helping, the girl he thought he could win over, was already married—to the man standing before him, whose presence alone was enough to make anyone nervous.

"I—I am sorry, I didn’t realize—" Yusuf began, but Osman cut him off with a single glance.

"It’s late," Osman said firmly, his eyes not leaving Yusuf, if looks could kill this guy would be under the ground. "I think it’s time for you to leave."

Aamirah’s heart raced, knowing the situation had escalated far beyond what she intended. She stood quickly, trying to defuse the tension. "Yusuf, thank you so much for helping me today.... I really appreciate it. We’ll catch up at college tomorrow."

Only if she knew that hearing another man’s name from her mouth had sparked that fire inside him.

Yusuf, still visibly shaken, nodded quickly. "Yeah, uh… no problem. I’ll see you tomorrow." He gathered his things in a rush, not daring to look at Osman again as he made his way out of the house.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Aamirah turned to him, her heart still pounding in her chest. She could feel the intensity radiating off him, she felt like she did some crime, why he is glaring at her like that?

Sarah left early as she had to go somewhere. Aamirah thought she will call it off after this last question but who knew that he would come.

"My... my friends... I asked them to come...," she said quietly, didnt know why she wants to explain herself but seeing his accusing eyes she knew that she has too.

Osman’s eyes flicked toward her, the coldness in them made her flinched. "He was too close," he said simply, as if that explained everything. And in his mind, perhaps it did. He wasn’t one to share what was his.

Aamirah didn’t said anything, knowing there was little to no point in arguing. She could see something his eyes maybe he is jealous, the protective edge that came from a place she didn’t fully understand. "Yusuf... he is just a friend," she said, hoping to ease some of the tension.

He didn’t reply, but the look he gave her said enough. To him, it didn’t matter what Yusuf’s intentions were—she was his wife, and no one else had the right to be so close to her.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving Aamirah standing in the silence of the room, her mind still reeling from the confrontation.

Osman sat in his private study, the dim light casting shadows on his face as he stared at the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck tight with unspoken fury.

He could still see it—the way Aamirah's hand had been so close to Yusuf's, their heads bent together, too close for his comfort. The thought gnawed at him, twisting his insides with a possessiveness he hadn’t fully realized until now.

The alcohol did nothing to calm his nerves. Instead, it fueled the fire, making his thoughts darker, more intense.

Again and again their moments were dancing infront of his eyes, her face was animated, eyes bright as she explained something, and he nodded along, smiling.