Forcefully Yours (Mafia Love Story) New Version

17| Say Something

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Anaabiya's eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat as a cold shiver coursed through her.

This wasn't Uzair.

The realization hit her like a violent wave, crashing over her, drowning her in a suffocating sense of dread.

Her body tensed, her heart pounding so loudly it echoed in her ears. What had she done? How could she have let those words slip so easily, so carelessly?

She had spoken them to him.

To the man who had nearly taken her life just hours ago.

To the man who had stripped away every ounce of security she had ever known.

Humza.

Her stomach twisted painfully, nausea rising in her chest as the weight of her mistake settled over her like a suffocating blanket.

Her hands shook as she forced herself to move, to move back a bit from where he was still seated, to put as much distance as possible between them.

But then—she hesitated.

He wasn't moving.

He wasn't reacting.

His arms had fallen away from her waist instantly, the moment she had taken Uzair's name, yet he hadn't recoiled. He hadn't lashed out. He hadn't even pushed her away.

Anaabiya swallowed, her breath uneven as she looked up at him, dreading what she would see.

But it wasn't anger that met her gaze.

It wasn't rage, nor mockery, nor even amusement.

It was nothing.

A hollow, unreadable expression masked his face, his eyes dark and guarded.

And somehow, that unsettled her more than anything else because now she couldn't even predict his next move.

Humza wasn't the one to stay silent.

He was all sharp words and cutting glares, all unrestrained fury and suffocating dominance. He was the kind of man whose presence could ignite a storm with nothing but a look.

And yet, now, he was silent.

Anaabiya moved toward the opposite edge of the bed unsteadily, needing space, needing air, needing to escape the unbearable tension pressing in on her.

"I— I didn't mean—" Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper but she couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence.

Still, he said nothing.

His jaw clenched. The muscles in his arms tensed, his hands curling into fists at his sides—like he was barely holding something back.

Like he was struggling to stay in control.

Anaabiya's pulse quickened, the silence stretching between them thick and suffocating.

She had braced herself, every muscle in her body wound tight, preparing for the storm she was sure was coming.

She had seen him lose control before.

Felt the brutal force of his rage firsthand.

He had nearly killed her.

And sitting there now, in the suffocating silence of her dimly lit room, she had no doubt he was capable of doing it again.

Her breath hitched as she tried to steady herself, but her body betrayed her. Her hands shook, her heart pounded so violently against her ribs that she thought he might hear it.