••|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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Inaya was calling from some other number which wasn't probably saved in Huzaifa's phone but her picture was showing on the screen which was perhaps an indication for him to recognize her. So beautiful, charming, and sophisticated. Totally the opposite of Unaiza. Her heart dropped into a deep pit at this. Her body froze as though it wasn't flesh but a wood.
The phone again beeped and this time Huzaifa noticed it too. He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and stared at his cell. A coldness came in his eyes and he clenched his jaw. Grabbing his phone, he moved some fingers across the screen but Unaiza was amazed that he didn't attend the call. Instead, he threw it away from diverting his attention back to her. He cupped the side of her face before planting a kiss on her lips.
Unaiza jumped out of her place. That was so weird. They were just about to have a crucial step regarding their relationship when his girlfriend called making them pause and Huzaifa resumed what they were doing like it was nothing. She never wanted this much realism in her marriage life.
"Why didn't you take her call?" She asked, as he still didn't stop kissing her. "She was looking out to talk to with you."
He shook his head. "That's your time, Iza. That's our moment."
He stared at her full length hungrily which made her shudder. "I want to claim every part of you. You just belong to me. You are mine."
A tear fell from her eyes at his words. She vowed to herself every time that she wouldn't feel distressed over Inaya's mention. She accepted her presence in Huzaifa's life but every time, she failed miserably. Huzaifa stroked her curves sensually and she felt the effect of his touch on her every nerve ending, burning her with a heated intensity.
He pushed up her top and then straightened, glancing over her possessively. "You are only mine," he growled.
She swallowed back a bulk of tears. "I am yours."
Huzaifa smiled sinfully before again claiming her lips for a passionate union. He quickly made a way inside her mouth, once again tasting her. His lips went down, laying a proof of their passion-filled moment on every delicate part of her body.
When he stroked her stomach once again, she became still. Something in her wanted to stop him from going any further right now, especially after seeing his girlfriend calling him. She felt a curtain on her heart which wasn't listening to her heart and brain because of seeing Inaya's picture. Maybe next time she would make up her mind for a dreary situation but not now. It felt odd and distressing. She would let her desire for him overpower her love and it wouldn't be this difficult.
"Huzaifa," she whispered while breathing heavily. "Can we talk?"
