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 will kill you. You don't deserve to live," she spat harshly, aiming the gun towards his temple.
The feel of the cold and hard metal almost made her heart come into her throat in fear. Her hand started quivering, but there was no change or apprehension in Masab's facial expressions or body language, which could tell that he was affected or startled by her sudden attempt. Instead, his eyes blazed with an indifferent emotion, and he let his body relax. He left her waist and placed his both arms freely over his sides. By this position, it seemed like he was surrendering in front of her for Andaleeb to do anything with him.
He raised a brow. "Will you really kill me with my own gun?"
Andaleeb clenched her jaw tightly. "I won't spare you. You just have to die."
He simply blinked. "Will you kill me?" He put extra stress on the word you which made a shiver run down her spine. Could she dare to do this? Could she really kill the one whom she loved with her own hands?
Her grip over the pistol tightened. "Yes. I will kill you."
"What will you get by killing me?" He inquired, nonchalantly.
"Freedom. Revenge," Andaleeb whispered.
"Freedom," he repeated, and then suddenly, a smirk crossed his lips. "How can you get freedom by killing me, sweetheart? I am a well-known personality. Thousand of people will be here to avenge you for taking my life. When you will even spill a drop of my blood, the hotel staff will get you. Then I have my father, my uncle, my cousins, and my loyal men. The police authority and even the political alliances as well. How can you get freedom in this way? And revenge? What kind of revenge, my love? You want all this to happen. You like whatever is happening between us."
A block of tears came into her eyes at this, and they started burning because of fur,y, but Andaleewithheldeld them. He couldn't be more right than this, at this time as well. "I don't care about the superficial things. At least by this way,y I can be freed from a douchebag like you."
He slowly laughed under his breath, which made a chill roam in her veins. "Are you sure that this is the only way for freedom for you? I just ain't present in your life, Andaleeb which you can wipe away by killing me. I am inhabiting everywhere in you. Literally everywhere"
He put his index finger over her temple. "Here." His hand then shifted to her eyes. "here." Soon it reached her lips. "Here." It traveled all the way from her chin to her neck before finally laying over her chest. "even here."
He seemed an arrogant and self-obsessed jerk to her right now, but at the same time felt so close and near to her heart as well. She couldn't dare to do this at all. She couldn't stay away from this man. She was indeed getting weird but she couldn't help herself.
"Shoot me now," he murmured sensually in her ear before slamming his lips over her.
That was such a weird view; Andaleeb was pointing a gun at Masab's head while he was holding her lips in a passionate kiss. She had full control over this pistol. If she wanted, she could pull the trigger and then he would be dead the other second. However, she lacked the courage to do so. That was so difficult. She loved him and now she couldn't dare to lose someone so near to her once again as well. Tears started falling from her eyes as she sobbed in their kiss.
