••|3rd in Arranged Series|••
Can be read as a standalone
I always find myself getting mesmerized by him. And today is no different. As I come into the corridor leading to the swimming pool with his favorite fresh orange juice, I am stunned by the si...
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Huzaifa brought her hand near his lips and kissed the exact spot over the burn scar, his eyes never leaving hers, and gave a knowing expression. Though she could see slight tension in his jaw as soon as he locked gaze with that new addition to her body. Perhaps that was directed towards Inaya.
The surreal feeling of Huzaifa reciprocating her love got diminished now as she awaited his reaction to her burns. He was a man after all and all men loved beauty. They wanted to see their wives like a porcelain doll. Even though these scars would go away thankfully with time but still they were going to be a part of her body for a while. All those parts which would be considered as an asset of a woman.
"I am so glad that I can hold your hand, kiss you, and love you again. I feel ethereal totally," he murmured, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Will you love me in any way, Huzaifa?" She asked with a sadness looming in the back of her voice.
Huzaifa smiled. "I'll become a true lover and a true husband in all the situations, Iza, not a step husband really."
His eyes and tone had amusement when he said it. Unaiza's jaw dropped and a crimson appeared on her cheeks out of embarrassment. Of course, when he read every page of her diary, then he must also know that she called him step-husband.
He chuckled, tugging a strand of her hair in between his index finger. "Damn, Iza, I can't believe you had such a beautiful title for me. A step husband."
She knew he meant it sarcastically. But at the same time, she feared that he wouldn't have taken it negatively. Seeing the changing colors in her eyes, Huzaifa touched her shoulder.
"But I really made you feel like this, right? I shouldn't have done that, I agree. Those second marriage jokes were really had. For me, they were just to get a reaction from you. It made you feel so bad," he explained.
Unaiza shook her head. "No, Huzaifa. Don't feel bad about that. Maybe those jokes were what made me feel a bit possessive for you. I accepted your advances because I wanted you to forget every other woman and only get addicted to my body and myself. I felt a bit envious and that provoked my craze for you more which in turn led us to---."
"Have so many hot moments together," he completed what she had to say.
She bit her lower lip in shyness. "Yeah, that."
"So if I hadn't played that game, you would have remained that selfless all your life and wouldn't demand any of your rights from me. Right? So in this regard, sweetheart, I did well by being your step-husband," he uttered, smirking.
Unaiza rolled her eyes. "You are very twisted."
He gaped the distance between them and pecked her lips. "But my twisted heart only beats for you. Anything won't ever change my love, my desire, and my devotion to you. I desire you, Unaiza. I crave for you like none."
