Revenge Marriage

Chapter-6

**Alishba's POV**

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a sense of heaviness on my chest. I rubbed my eyes and glanced around, confused at first by my unfamiliar surroundings. Slowly, the fog cleared, and I realized I wasn't on the cold balcony anymore. I was back in the room, laying on the bed. But something felt off. The weight on my chest wasn't just from the thick blanket – it was Zayan.

His head rested on my chest, his arm draped possessively around my waist, and his legs tangled with mine. His breath was hot and steady, fanning against my skin, sending unwanted tingles across my body. My heart raced in panic. What the hell was happening? Why was I here? Why was he so close? The anger that had been simmering in my chest suddenly flared up, and I clenched my fists.

I tried to push him off, but his bulky frame made it impossible. "Zayan," I whispered, shaking his shoulder.

Nothing.

I tried again, a little louder. "Zayan, wake up."

Still no response.

Frustrated, I yanked a lock of his hair, pulling him sharply. "Ouch! What the hell?" He jerked away, groggily opening his eyes to glare at me, his sleepy expression oddly cute, despite my rage.

"What?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

I glared at him, barely able to contain my fury. "Why the hell am I here? What did you do?"

His lips curled into a lazy smile. "Because you terribly wanted to sleep with me," he said, throwing the blanket over his head.

"WHAT?!" I nearly shouted, my anger escalating. "Why am I wearing your T-shirt?" I looked down at myself, panic and fury mixing. I was no longer in my nightgown, but instead, I was wearing his shirt. The realization hit me like a slap, and I was consumed by rage. *Did he do this? Did he touch me?*

I yanked the blanket off the bed, throwing it onto the floor.

Zayan's eyes snapped open, his expression shifting from sleepy indifference to annoyance. "What the hell is your problem, kitten?"

"*Kitten*?!" I couldn't believe the audacity. "Why the hell am I wearing your shirt? What did you do to me?" My voice was filled with fury.

He raised an eyebrow in mock innocence. "Oh, well, I already told you. You terribly wanted to sleep with me."

"*Shut up!*" I seethed, my hands balled into fists. I launched myself at his chest, hitting him over and over. "How cheap can you be?" I spat, furious beyond words.

"*Stop it*," he growled, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head with an iron grip.

I fought against him, thrashing beneath him, but he wasn't letting go. "*Leave me, you bastard!*" I screamed.

His hand shot out, grabbing my hair tightly, yanking my head back until I was looking directly into his eyes. His gaze was intense, dark with something I couldn't place, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes.

"You've really got a sharp tongue, kitten. You crossed the line last night, and now you're doing it again," he said, his grip on my hair tightening.

My heart pounded in fear, but I refused to back down. "*Leave me!*" I demanded, my voice trembling. But it didn't matter. He threw me to the floor with a sudden jerk. I hit the cold floor hard, my body bruising from the fall.

I quickly grabbed the hem of his oversized T-shirt to cover myself, my humiliation and anger boiling over. My body burned from the impact, but I didn't care. I glared at him, my eyes full of hatred. "You're not a man. You're a coward. An asshole!"