𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒✨

Chapter : 28 🥀| 'Day One'

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❝The reason I believe in love is the way you love me❞
-unknown

Mehrish Hossain:

A gentle golden hue poured through the thin curtains, casting warm lines across the room. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a weight around my waist. The silence was broken only by the steady rhythm of breath against the side of my neck. I blinked several times to swipe the blur.

Where am I?

Oh wait-

I got married yesterday.

My eyes went to my right side, and I stilled. My eyes snapped open as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water in my face. His face was snuggled in my neck. My breath hitched. His arm was around me. Holding me- not loosely-but firmly.

My heart pounded in my ears. And blood rushed to my cheeks.

Allah, what is this now?

I could feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

Slow.

Peaceful.

Last night, he growled at me to not cross the line. I bit my lower lip and thought it in his voice, low and grouchy and serious:
"Don't you dare to cross this line in the middle."

Now look at him

A small smile tugged on my lips.

Mr.Handsome Bipolar jerk, 'You crossed the line,' I thought as my
eyes roamed over his beautiful face, 'How innocent he looks when he's sleeping...' the long lashes were cascading down his cheeks, lips a bit parted. And a hair strand on his forehead. My fingers itched to touch his face-to push that unruly strand of hair off his forehead-but I stopped myself halfway.

What are you doing, Mehrish?

Did you forget how he hurt you just 2 days before your wedding?

"Listen carefully, Mehrish, this marriage is forced on me by Dad; I didn't want to do it. I am not ready to take this responsibility yet. I am telling you this because you need to know, don't expect anything from me, I won't be able to fulfill it."

Remembering his words, my anger suddenly rose.

I attempted to move his hand from my waist, but he only snuggled closer into my neck, causing a shiver to race down my spine.

Ya Allah...

If he wakes up, he will definitely blame me for crossing the line.

Mehrish

Think... Think...

Yes

Idea!

Mission: Proof of Hypocrisy.

A sly smirk tugged on my lips. I retrieved my phone, which I had kept under my pillow the previous night. I turned on the camera and carefully clicked some selfies with him-his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his face buried in my neck, and my eyes wide open like I'd just seen a jinn.

"Evidence," I whispered, smirking to myself. When he blames me, I'll show him this.

Who crossed the line now, Mr.Grumpy Bipolar?

I saw the pictures.

Nah, I didn't like it that much... Accha, one last selfie, I told myself. This time, with my eyebrow raised in a full 'caught red-handed' judgment expression.