authorasma
✨Book second of AHZAB series
My amber green eyes are buried in his dark brown ones. He cages me between his body and the marble counter, our faces only inches apart, yet his breath scorches my skin.
"Why are you doing all of this?" I grit my teeth, trying to sound stronger than I feel.
He chuckles, low and cold. "Because you are mine."
"You can't own me! You are no one to me except a stranger!" I scream, pushing him away but he doesn't move. Not even an inch.
His fingers tighten around my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Today," he whispers, voice like ice, "I'll show you exactly what I am to you."
He grabs the corner of my dupatta, wraps it around my wrist, and holds my trembling, covered hand in his large one, dragging me toward the mansion's entrance.
___________________________________________
"Qubool hai."
With that single word, my life seals itself with my enemy.
The man I hate the most.
Because if I hate someone, I drown in sin
and now, that very someone has become my husband.
My mehram.
My test.
"Welcome to my hell," his deep voice echoes, marking the beginning of my nightmare.