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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I wipe away the tear harshly with the back of my hand, my other hand occupied with cleaning Zayran's wound.
Stupid tears continue to flow, despite my desperate attempts to wipe them away as I tend to Mr. Malik's arm.
Yes, the bullet merely grazed his skin, leaving only a scratch, yet my heart clenches painfully at the sight of him hurt in any way.
We're in his room at the mansion, the air thick with tension after Papa drove us here.
"You should change your clothes, you'll catch a cold. I can handle this myself." I ignore him, avoiding his gaze, keeping my focus solely on treating his wound, frustration boiling within me.
I don't understand his aversion to seeing a doctor.
Throughout the ride back, I pleaded with him, suggesting we go to the hospital, but he dismissed me coldly, leaving me feeling helpless and angry.
He sits shirtless on the bed, while I'm still wearing his suit jacket from earlier.
I sniffle and wipe away another tear. Zayran curls his forefinger and thumb under my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
His eyes scan my tear-streaked, red face, and I can see the darkness creeping into his expression.
"Why the hell are you crying?" He demands and I jerk his hand away from my chin.
"It's none of your business." I reply coldly, turning my focus back to treating his wound.
"What do you mean it's not my business?" He presses, his tone sharp as I continue to ignore him.
Suddenly, he wraps his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer until our noses crash together, and I gasp, my lips parting slightly in surprise.
"Don't you dare fucking ignore me." He growls, his glare fierce as it locks onto mine.
"Why? Only you get a pass to ignore people?" I glare back just as hard, refusing to back down.
Our faces mere inches apart, noses brushing against each other, our lips hovering dangerously close as we continue to glare at each other.
His gaze falls on my lips, and in the next heartbeat, he crashes his mouth against mine with a force that steals the very breath from my lungs.
The kiss is different, unlike any other we have had, it's punishing, raw, and electrifying.
His hand on the nape of my neck finds its way into my slightly damp hair, threading its fingers into it and pulling me impossibly close.
He kisses me so hard that I'm sure my lips will be swollen. I kiss him back just hard, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a deep groan from him.
