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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"You made the poor girl cry. Such a jerk you are," she commented, faking sympathy.
On her voice, Masab stilled and then turned around. His eyes devoured her alluring sight in the bridal look and it felt like the time had stopped. She looked too pretty and cute to be real right now. Every pinch of anger flew away from his mind as he silently stared at her.
"You don't know me enough to pass such comments. I really hope that one day you will know me better and that you can realize who I truly am," he replied quietly.
Andaleeb rolled her eyes. "An opportunistic, twisted, opinionated, douchebag of a man who can't take no for an answer. That's your perfect description. Right?"
Masab raised a brow at her words as he walked closer to her. His gaze again scanned her pretty form. Right now she was looking so lovely that he suddenly felt a need for a miracle to happen for Andaleeb to believe in his love. A belief which would lead them to live a happy life together. But that wasn't possible at all. Some gains came with losses. His biggest gain also came with an even bigger loss.
His wife, his bride, and his to be called. He didn't know one day a woman would bring so much solace to his heart even though she claimed to hate him with every breath she took. But Masab was aware of this fact as well that behind her hatred, there was a denial. She might still hate it but that wasn't because it came to her now. She brought it upon her heart to hate him. She was attracted to him, but she was camouflaging it under the notion of despise.
"Opportunistic. Twisted. Opinionated and a douchebag. I can be any of these but I can't take no for an answer. Where did that come from?" He questioned, touching her shoulder fervently. "You said yes last night. I waited for your consent, and you clearly gave it to me."
His palm slowly started moving across her arm, slightly brushing the back along the net texture of her blouse. Even tons of clothes were between her skin and his hand, but Andaleeb felt the tingling sensations through her every nerve ending.
"See," Masab whispered, gently holding her hand now and drawing circles over her soft skin. His lips fell over to her neck for a slight peck. Andaleeb hissed, and his closeness indicated how much her body was eager for his touch once again. Just once it wasn't enough. It seemed like some deep link got built between them through his physical connection and that was beyond any physical boundary. Right now she didn't even know what she was thinking.
"Everything from your heart to mind to soul to body; everything wants my closeness. Everything, Andaleeb, everything," Masab told her, a matter of factly.
Could he be any more right than this?
"You know very well how to play with words. Don't you?" She said, with a slight curl of her lips. "There's a big fat difference between love and need. Between heart and desire. My body might desire you but my heart and mind will always despise you. But since you only wanted to possess and own me, you can take all the credit. I damn care. My first and foremost goal is to keep on remembering him and hating you as his killer and I'll never back off from it. You did a sin and you have to pay for it. And your retribution would be my hatred. If you really love me, my hatred will bring your doom. And if you don't love me, which is the reality, those days aren't really far away when you will get bored with me and set me free. There's a limit to everything and I'll push your limit, Masab."
