Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 40

Minha Ali [18+]
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Our lips met in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me to deepen the kiss.

"I've been dreaming about this moment all day", he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

I couldn't help but smile, my cheeks flushing with excitement and nervousness. "Me too", I admitted, unable to tear my gaze away from his mesmerizing eyes.

And then, our lips met again in a slow tantalizing kiss. It was like fireworks going off in my mind, sending sparks flying in every direction. The world seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in each other, the passion between us growing with each passing moment.

"I never want this moments to end", he murmured against my lips, his hands gently caressing my face. I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

But, as I was kissing him, a nagging feeling in my heart made me question whether I was doing the right thing by giving myself to him.

Should I really be giving myself to him?

His anger just a few minutes before had scared me to death, and I didn't want to anger him further by not letting him do what he wanted. I felt unsure and scared, torn between my own feelings and wanting to please him.

"What's wrong?", he inquired softly, his voice barely a whisper as it brushed against my lips. The warmth of his breathe danced over my skin, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

"Nothing", I replied, but the unease in my voice made him frown slightly, concern etched on his features.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?", his tone held a genuine worry as he gently stroked my cheek with his thumb, searching my eyes for any sign of distress.

I remained silent, afraid that I might say something that trigger him; the uncertainty knotted in my stomach.

"Baby, please tell me; you are scaring me", he urged softly, as he took the hold of the dupatta that was wrapped around my hands and undid it with careful ease. Instinctively, I pulled my wrists towards me and began to massage them gently to ease the burning sensation left behind by it's restraint.

"I'm scared", I confessed in a slow voice, my gaze still fixed on my wrist, unwilling to meet his eyes.

"Why are you scared?", he asked gently, his fingers finding their way under my chin to lift my head so that I could see him.

"Your behaviour is very unpredictable", I admitted, locking my eyes with his. "One moment you seem perfectly fine, and in the next, you're screaming and shouting, behaviour like a complete psycho", his brown eyes bore into mine, filled with a whirlwind of emotions---love, adoration, and an unmistakable pride.

"That's who Iam", he replied firmly as he moved away from me. "And that's how I behave when I'm angry or when things don't go according to my plans".

A pout formed on my lips hearing his answer.

"Don't pout. I will do my best to learn how to control my anger, but you have to promise me that you won't talk to any male, especially Shabbir", he said, tugging at my hand and pulling me close before seating me on his lap.

"I promise", I replied, locking eyes with him. My gaze briefly drifted to his lips and then to his bare upper body, revealing his chiseled muscles and six-pack abs, filling me with desire as I lifted my head to meet, his lust-filled gaze.