LOVE TRIALS

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Sufiyan lost his patience.

He didn't trust her to choose him.

Nine minutes later when he stalked out of the living room to her room, he found her exactly where he'd left her, sitting at the edge of the bed as she held her head in her hands.

"You weren't coming," He simply stated when he entered the room, he didn't bother to knock this time around.

"I-" Maysa found his feet edging into her line of vision before she lifted her head and the looked up at him.

Sufiyan told her, "Get up."

"Why?"

"I said get up, Maysa!" His loud, angry voice reverberated in the four corners of the room, she flinched.

"Are you trying to hurt me?" She asked, softly as she rose to her feet.

Sufiyan clenched his teeth, he bent over and turned the bag upside down, emptying its contents on the mattress. Red chunri duppatta, a ring box. He thrusted it in the deep pocket of his kameez and snatched the chunri from the bed, fisting it. Hating it.

Hating it all.

"What are you doing?" Maysa took a step back from him.

"I had hoped you'd choose me. Of course not, you failed. Of course, I was wrong. Why'd you choose poor Sufiyan?"

A hand darted out to clutch her arm as she continued to maintain the ever-decreasing distance between them, he held her in place right before him, a touch aggressively. He draped the chunri on her head and across one shoulder.

"No!" He held her hands when she tried to take it off, it pooled around her shoulders, her hair had come loose, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. Sufiyan's heart leapt in his chest at the breathtaking sight of her.

"Yes," He enforced."You changed my mind," He told her, taking a hold of her hand in his own, he pulled her with him.

"Listen to me, Sufiyan. You don't know-" She spoke, prying his fingers from her dainty wrist.

He turned around and said, "Whatever it is, I don't care much for it."

"Sufiyan, you have lost your mind!" He held her raised hand in his, a few centimetres away from his face. There was a time he'd have let her hit him, he'd have let her curse him, put him down but it was long gone. It was gone with the obsidian knife she had plunged deeper and deeper in his heart every time she had renounced his existence.

He pulled her hand closer and placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her wrist.

Maysa gasped with surprise, her heart pounded hard beneath her chest. Colour brightened in her pale cheeks, he couldn't bring himself to take pleasure in it.

His hold gentle, his words were anything but when his livid gaze dipped to meet hers.

"Yes," Sufiyan agreed."Remember this moment, you forced my hand. You're responsible for whatever comes next."

"Outside this room, you will comply. you will sign the papers, willingly and you will accept me as your husband. Yes?" He instructed, coldly as his fingers tightened around her wrist.

Maysa didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her wince.

She grated out, "Yes."

She conceded, she didn't have much fight left in her to oppose him. Not any longer but she tried, she tried to her best to resist him, only half-heartedly. The other half looked forward to it despite herself. She wanted it.