Arman and Assar.

🦋Chapter 29🖤

ALERT:EDITED.

Song: Fatana
Artist(s): Namenj.

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(Maryam's POV)

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"What would you like for dinner?" the man asked me in his calm soothing voice.

I do hate this man a lot, he confuses me a lot, we've not even spend up to 24hrs together and his already making the air unbreathable for me.

One moment his nice and the next his pissed. He claims to be in love with me which I know is a complete lie and is just looking for a way to trap me so he would have control over me.

No matter how nice this man is I don't know why I just feel his toxicity traits, he was acting like a psychopath and even the way he kept saying no matter what happens he wouldn't divorce me it's sure that his a toxic man after all no man in his right senses would agree to marry a woman 20 mins after they just got the proposal.

"Zawja(wife), I asked, what do you want for dinner?" He said calling me out of my day dream

"I don't want to eat anything I want to sleep" I said in a rude tone as he smiled at me

"I love how you keep trying not to fall for me" he said smiling sheepishly

"Who the hell gave you that idea, I can never fall for you, you're not even my spec" I said annoyed

"What's your spec?" He asked

"Like I'll ever tell you" I responded

"It just has to be me but you don't want to admit it" he said smirking

"You wish it was you" I said

"I know it's me but you don't have to admit it yet wife, I love women who play hard to get they always end up falling harder" he said

"What exactly is your problem?" I asked

"You you're my problem, my love for you is my problem, your attitude that turns me on is my problem" he said putting one hand on his chest and stretching the other towards me

"It's confirmed something is indeed wrong with you" I said annoyed

"Don't worry, I can handle your so called hatred so I sure would be able to handle your undieing love" he said which makes my blood boil, I really feel like slapping the hell out of him.

"I'd never love you" I responded as he walked up to sit next to me

His really close, he forces me up and made me sit on his lap, I tried pushing him away but who knew this man works out, holding me tightly as I'm sitted on his lap I could feel his muscles and the pressure from his hard chest it feels he has been working out for more than 10 years.

"What nonsense is this" I complained angrily as he turned me to face him using one hand to keep me from getting up and the other holding my chin forcing me to look at his face while I struggled to break free.