dessertsoul_09
story about two people who fall in love in arranged marriage...
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"Zohaan... don't ignore me," I whispered, placing my hand gently on his.
Without even glancing at me, he removed it softly. "Hidayat, please... don't disturb me right now."
His words were like a sting. Hidayat - why did it sound so distant coming from him?
"Why are you calling me that?" I asked, my voice trembling. "It hurts when you call me Hidayat..."
He paused, glanced at me briefly, and shrugged. "Because that's your name."
I looked down, lips pressed together. "But... I like it when you call me Hazel."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then he looked up from his thoughts, turned to me fully, and out of nowhere, pinched my cheeks gently. "Why are you so cute, hmm? My baby..."
I frowned, cheeks flushing. "I'm not your baby."
A smirk curled on his lips. "Yeah? But you'll be the mother of my babies - isn't that the same thing?"
"Eww!" I squeaked, half laughing, half horrified. "You're so shameless, Zohaan!"
I turned to walk away, flustered and annoyed - but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I could blink, he pulled me onto his lap with a sudden tug that stole my breath.
"Zohaan!" I gasped, eyes wide.
And then, without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine - warm, possessive, unforgettable.
When he finally pulled back, his breath brushing against my skin, he whispered in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine:
"You taste like mine... only mine."