His Healing Touch

She walked into the room which was locked since they walked in the house. she scanned the whole room and there she saw him on the floor, sitting near the study table. head buried in between his knees.
It was him. Sufiyan. No. Dr Sufiyan Rehman. who never cried. but Is crying now.

why?

She walked towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

as soon as he felt the warmth of her hand he knew who it was.

without looking up he pulled her down by pulling her by hip.

he sobbed in her arms like a little child scared of something.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

he pulled her closer and she sobbed in his arms saying everything that she never dared to tell anyone because of a promise she made in her childhood that almost destroyed her mental health.

no one knew she was dying inside, except him. Her beloved doctor husband who loved her with everything in him and would do anything to protect her or to give her mental peace. even if he had to go beyond the promises he made to himself. and his promises to her were...

"Now you're mine. Mine to keep, mine to feed, mine to make laugh, mine to protect, mine to love, mine to touch...and most importantly... Mine to breed" he said and chuckle a bit

while making these promises he didn't know what was awaited for...both of them.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

they both loved to annoy each other.

she pushed him away in fear and anger
"what the hell were you trying to do? and why the hell are you even in my room?" she pushed him away again "and how the hell did you get in my house, huh?" she hit on his shoulder again "I'm talking to you Mr Sufiyan Rehman!!" she looked at him with pure annoyance but it was as if the smirk was plastered on his face, he looked at her up and down
"feisty, are we. I like it" he chuckled and shake his head

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