ENTANGLED AND HEARTS

Chapter 45: I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU(You broke my trust)

Samar's POV

Deeper,I want it to be more deeper Love.I want you to leave your marks on me.She is biting into my arm,her hot mouth sending pleasures to me.She stops,looks at me,frustrated,her eyes angry and wild. She bites again this time harder,her teeth sink deep and I feel a piecing pain but this pain is nothing compared to the pain of leaving her.

She jolts away in fear as blood starts seeping through my arm.

I look into her eyes,her eyes wet.We are staring into each others eyes.Her eyes locking to mine,seems gentle for a moment.

Suddenly her expression changes, "Leave me" She demands and pushes her little hands on my chest.

We reach into the mansion and I walk directly to our room,which she left since our fight,she mostly live with Ayesha all the time.

I gently place Maryam on the bed, turning to retrieve the first aid box. But as I step away, she attempts to leave, wincing in pain as the thorn digs deeper into her foot.

I swiftly return to her side, grasping her wrist to guide her back to the bed. She resists, struggling against my grip.

"Love, stop," I coax, trying to calm her.

But she refuses to yield. I carefully wrap my arms around her, lifting her off the floor. She feels fragile in my embrace.

I gently place her back on the bed.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks, frustration etched in her voice. "Why are you doing this?"

"The wound is deep,Dont hurt yourself further." I reply.

She releases a sigh, exasperated. "Huh!"

Sitting on the bed, she tries to shake off my grip on her shoulders. "Do you have bipolar disease?" she asks, struggling to break free.

"You said you were done with me, and now look what you're doing," she accuses.

"Don't resist, or I'll tie your hands," I warn.

She glares at me in anger," You cant be serious."

"Dont test me"I say,"You know me well,I do what I want."

"Why are you like this?" she yells, desperation creeping in.

"Please, leave me alone," she begs, pressing her hands together in a pleading gesture.

I stand up to fetch the first aid kit, but as I turn to leave, Maryam tries to escape again. In one swift motion, I yank the dupatta from her neck, the soft fabric slipping away from her delicate skin.

I grasp both her hands, pulling them behind her back. My fingers intertwine with hers as I swiftly tie the dupatta around her wrists.

Maryam's eyes widen in shock, her mouth agape. "Samar!" she exclaims, frustration and helplessness etched on her face.

"I hate you!" Maryam exclaims, tears streaming down her face.

"You want to bite again"I spread my arm infront of her,"Take it.It will help you to calm down." I say.

She glares at me,her eyes blazing with anger.

" So you dont want to bite again." I tease.

She remains silent.

I turn away, retrieving the first aid kit from the shelf. Returning to the bed, I gently lift her foot, cradling her ankle in my hand.

Maryam's sobs subside, replaced by ragged breathing.

Her tears have dried, her gaze fixed on me as if examining me. She's no longer resisting, her body relaxed.

I begin to clean and dress the wound, my touch gentle despite the tension between us.