Forcefully Yours (Mafia Love Story) New Version

19| Mutual Feelings Darling

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Humza's grip on Anaabiya's wrist was unyielding as he dragged her across the marble floor, his pace relentless. Her footsteps stumbled in a desperate attempt to keep up, but he didn't slow down. He didn't loosen his hold.

"Let me go, Humza!" she shouted, her voice laced with fury and panic.

He ignored her.

His jaw was set, his expression a mask of cold determination as he pulled her down the dimly lit hallway. The few staff members on the first floor who had dared to linger quickly averted their gazes, too fearful to intervene. Even Bibijaan, who had tried to protest, had been forcefully taken away by the guards at his command. She was on her own.

Anaabiya's pulse pounded violently. She twisted her arm, clawing at his fingers in an attempt to break free, but it was futile. His grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her skin like iron shackles.

When they reached her room, Humza shoved the door open with unnecessary force and pushed her inside. The moment she stumbled forward, he slammed the door shut and bolted it, sealing them in.

A chill ran down her spine.

She turned to him, breathless, her heart hammering. "What are you trying to do?"

A dark chuckle escaped his lips.

And then—he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Her body stiffened.

Something about the way he did it, so slow, so deliberate, sent warning bells ringing in her head.

Step by step, he advanced. Step by step, she retreated.

Her breath came in quick, shallow pants as her back met the cold wall. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

"I swear, Humza, if you take one more step—"

His smirk was wicked. "Or what?"

Panic surged within her veins. She couldn't stay here. She needed to get out.

Without thinking, she bolted toward the door.

But she never made it.

Before her fingers could even graze the handle, his arms wrapped around her waist, yanking her back against him. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her body collided with his chest.

His grip was firm, unyielding, as he turned her around with ease.

"What are you running from?" His voice was low, taunting. His gaze burned into hers, dark and unreadable. "You should know by now, Anaabiya—you'll never be able to hide from me."

"You're insane," she spat, struggling in his hold.

And then—suddenly—her world tilted.

A startled cry tore from her throat as he lifted her effortlessly, slinging her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Put me down, you psycho! Let me go!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his back, but he didn't so much as flinch.

His strides were purposeful, unwavering, as he carried her across the room.