••|3rd in Arranged Series|••
Can be read as a standalone
I always found myself getting mesmerized by him. And today was no different. As I came into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I was stunned by the...
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After escaping from the tons of friends and cousins who wanted more of the rituals, they finally made it inside Huzaifa's bedroom. He slightly nudged the door and as soon as it happened, his warm and big hand which was clasping hers possessively also broke its contact. Unaiza's heart started beating in her ears.
This gesture made her remember the time when he said that if he would be able to find his name in her mehendi, she would have to do anything he wanted. But a while ago, in front of everyone, he didn't even search for it properly and declared her to be the winner. However, Unaiza knew that this wasn't the case. He was looking out for being alone with her finally and once again trying for this game in his own way.
His own way.
She gulped. It made her stomach roll with both excitement and anxiety.
Huzaifa's hand when left her wrist, reached directly over the small of her back, digging his distracting fingers deeply into her sensitive flesh. Then he shut the door behind him. She jumped out of her surprise place. He turned her towards himself and now she was facing him.
"You are mine now, Unaiza. Only mine. Just I have a right over your mind, heart, body, and everything," he sensually whispered, drawing his fingers in a random direction on her back, making her gasp for air.
"Only I?" This question slipped away from her tongue without her will.
A sinful smile crossed his lips. "You yourself agreed that you would share me with anyone else."
A shadow lurked over her face but once again she didn't show any reaction. Huzaifa eyed her curiously. He softly touched her nose pin which made her hiss. Raising his hand, he placed it over her shoulder but before he could proceed, the knock sounded on the door. Huzaifa groaned while Unaiza exhaled the breath that she had been holding inside for such a long time.
His touch was a sweet irritation and she was both relieved and sad that it ended. Huzaifa moved over the closed door and opened it. It revealed to be a maid. Huzaifa gave her a frustrated look.
"Begum Sahiba wants to see you," she informed him.
"Why?" He snapped at her.
The maid became still for a moment. "I don't know. She just asked me to tell you that she wants to talk to you."
Huzaifa rubbed his nape in the disturbance. "You can leave."
The maid quickly nodded and fled afterward. Huzaifa granted a look at Unaiza who was glancing at him silently.
"Mom still thinks of you as a kid whom she has sent to a school and wants me to protect her from bullies," he huffed but then a glow appeared in his eyes and he grabbed her wrist once again to pull her towards himself.
