TWENTY-FOUR

“Fine. Make me believe it and I won’t marry her.”

“But it’s not like that…” I didn’t know what to do. It should be either crying upon my stupidity to think about he would understand or on him who was dumb enough to not understand me or not trying to understand me.

“You can’t make people believe it. It’s in the fate. Sometimes it leaves you heartbroken while sometimes it blesses you with peace.” I mumbled as I looked into his forest green eyes. He had stopped touching my nose but still I could feel his hot breath warming my lips.

“It’s my job to fall in love or not. You just have to make me believe that.” He rasped in his husky tone while smirking…a tired smirk.

“How can I make you believe that?” I simply asked as he should at least give me a hint.

“It’s your job to do but for a straw for you to grab you should stay close to me all the time.” He added as if he had given me a second life.

“I can’t stay close to you all the time.” My heart skipped a beat as I tried to understand the underline meaning of these words as my words held despair enough to show him that he was asking for a very big thing.

“Giving up already. What type of flowers should I decorate my mansion on my engagement?” He acted like he was thinking of the most important thing with glint of mischief in his eyes. The tip of my ears turned red as I saw his smirking face getting enlightened by the way he was teasing me.

“I am saying that I can’t stay close to you all the time. You go to work and I stay home.” I tried to dodge the bullet by changing the meaning of my statement as his smirk grew by looking down at me. He was so big as compared my small frame that if someone enters the room, he could never see at the first side. My view was blocked by his appearance as he was practically hiding me underneath.

“That’s not the issue. You can work for me in my office so you can stay close to me.” He presented the solution in few seconds as I rolled my eyes annoyingly inside my head.

“I don’t want to work in my office. There’s a lot of people and I don’t even know how to work.” I whispered the last part as he listened to me very keenly.

“Fine.” He said and I was a little surprised that he didn’t persuade me. “For now on you can shift in my room so that whenever I am home you can stay with me all the time.” He suggested another solution and this time my eyes got widened like saucers.

“Your room?” I breathed heavily as he tried to hide his smirk which was a failed attempt. “But then we would stay together.” I added further just in case he didn’t know that.

“Yes, I know and you know what else…” His eyes turned darker as smirk compressed a little. “…we would have to sleep together too.” He whispered as my shocked expressions turned into a horrified one.

“NO!” I almost screamed as I pushed him with full force. He was expecting that so he moved away a little enough for me to bounce off the bed.

“So, you are allowing me to marry her?” He grabbed my wrist as he sat on the edge of the bed while I stood between his thighs.

“No…” I whispered weakly as I regretted the moment I stepped inside the room. “…but we can’t…do that.” I tried to give him the hint as I didn’t want to use the S word.

“Do what?” He whispered back nonchalantly as no matter how tired he was looking the energy was still the same.

“What husband and wife do?” I narrowed my eyes at him so that he couldn’t focus on my crimson cheeks and redness erupted around my neck.

“I never had a wife so I don’t about that.” He shrugged his shoulders as my jaw touched the floor. He was something that needed to be tamed. He wanted me to blurt that word out but I wouldn’t and in order to do that I made a grave mistake at that time.

“That thing you think Jameel bha…Jameel and I did at midnight.” I regretted the moment after I delivered the sentence. He let go off my wrist gently as his smirk that was adoring his face vanished while his eyes were devoid of any glint. The darkness consumed them again.

“What did you guys used to do?” He asked so gently that it made shivers of fear to run down my spine.

“I have to go.” I said as I turned around but it was too late when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me. My head this time harshly hit the feathery pillow of the bed as I crawled back dragging my knees towards my chest when I saw him clenching his jaw while looking at me.

“I just asked you something?” He asked as he grabbed my ankle and a scream left my mouth when he yanked me down to make me lay down beneath his large bulky frame.

“Nothing. We did nothing.” I finally blurted all that out which I wanted to scream for so long. I didn’t want his beasty side to come out and traumatize me again.

“What do you mean nothing?” He asked as his face was dangerously close to mine. His eyes were roaming around my every feature as if he wanted to claw every feature out that he thought was touched by Jameel.

I had talked to him rudely; I had retorted back his questions as nothing irked his nerves but the mention of Jameel could make him a different person just he was with others all the time or might be more vicious than that.

“We did nothing like you think?” I finally tried to do something for myself although I still hadn’t taken Beela’s name. I couldn’t be that selfish.

“Baby…do you think that I would believe this after looking all the records of the hotel rooms you both had stayed in for all those nights. You can’t stay you had done nothing. I hate people who lie and you f**king just did that.” He abruptly grabbed me from the nape of my neck as he fisted my hairs strong enough to make me cry out in pain.

His other hand pulled up the hem of my sky-blue frock as my veil had been lying on the floor. I squirmed while putting my hands on his shoulder just to push him away but all in vain. He wasn’t in his easy self anymore. I ruined everything just in one sentence but he should have believed me when I said there was nothing like that he was thinking.

In his eyes you are that characterless girl who used to sneak out in midnight just to meet his lover.

An inner voice spoke from inside as I couldn’t deny that. Who would believe me when I say that Jameel didn’t even touch me? When Beela used to come home with all those marls around her neck, she used to say the same think i.e., nothing. I never believed her then why would he do that.

Being touched by the man out of marriage was one of the gravest sins and I was religious but still I was accused of the thing from which I was disgusted myself. But the fact was that no one ever accused me I put all the blame on myself.

“L-let me go…please.” I cried when his grip tightened a little while his hands travelled upwards as I trembled badly when he touched my thighs roughly while going upwards to touch the bare skin over my stomach. His fingers were cold as they should have melted by how warm my skin was but still his touch was burning me from insides.

“No matter how much I try to forget about you being touched by that f**ker you always make me remember him. Are you in that stupid kind of love with him that isn’t letting you let him go?” He caressed my skin roughly as he seethed near my mouth only for me to hiss in fear.

“Why can’t you believe me?” I asked with my trembling figure and wobbling chin. Tears had started to make my vision blurry as I let them pour down my cheeks to get absorbed into my honey brown locks.

“I am a business man. I believe in facts. I have to. I can’t just act upon my feelings and believe how innocent you are.” He pinched the lower side of my breast as his mouth was about to catch my mouth in a deadly grip when I tilted my head. He inserted his head in the crook of my neck as he took my soft skin in between his incisors to make me hiss in pain. My fist tightened around his shoulders as pushing him was all in vain.

“That was my past. Why are you letting it ruin my present?” I finally got the courage to speak up for me as I wanted to scream that I hadn’t nothing that could make my mother feel bad about me. I had taken care about my dignity because that what my mother taught me. Dignity and self-respect were all important. Sometimes important than the people you love too.

“Because you are still in your past. You dream about love because you feel the same way. You feel sympathy to that f**ker who was sleeping with other men in the day and at night it was you.” He roughly yanked me away from his grip as I was stunned to speak. Was Jameel cheating on Beela? “How could you fall with such a guy?” He rubbed his jaw with his hand roughly while I sat up on the bed looking at him.

I could understand that he was angry that I fall in love with such a guy but what was he worried about?

“Why do you care? I am just your slave and I never helped Jameel in anything to do illegal.” I mumbled as I was breathing heavily. My hairs were a little mess while dress was pooling upwards showing my legs hanging down the bed.

“You…you were supposed to be mine and only mine. You…used to get…” He clenched his eyes as he tried to swallow all the rage inside. “…beaten by him. How could you do this to yourself? How could you let him beat you?”

Everything he was saying was getting above my head as I never thought Jameel used to hit Beela. If he was then Beela was stupid enough to marry him.

“How do you know?” I muttered as I pulled my skirts down for some decency when I saw all his anger was towards Jameel and a slight amount was on me who was going to marry him.

“He had married and have girlfriends in every city here. I have records.” He starting unbuttoning his shirt as every fiber of my body got alarmed.

“But still, I am your slave. You shouldn’t be getting angry about this.” I muttered while I looked at him through my lowered eyelashes. His fingers stopped unbuttoning his shirt as I he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

“For that I am giving you the chance. If you stopped me from getting married to someone else then you won’t be my slave anymore.” A smirk grew up on his face as he removed his shoes while standing. He was a bipolar as he simply ignored my question of him being angry of what I had been doing to myself.

“Then I’ll be free?” I asked as I looked at him with expectant eyes. His expressions didn’t even change as his smirk darkened.

“No then I’ll make you, my wife.”

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