𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
"You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger.
He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not.
"You made me that...
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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :
It's been 4 days since Hamdan and I got back from Canada to New York, and we're living in his apartment because we're completely obsessed with each other.
We can't even stand a second without feeling each other's presence. It's just me and him against the walls of this house, doing all kinds of sinful things that give me an adrenaline rush just thinking about it.
Today, we planned to call Fahee and Ayaan for dinner and fun, and they'll be coming in the evening a little early so we can all spend more time together.
Right now, I'm sitting on the couch in Hamdan's living room, with him lying on the couch, his head resting on my lap as I play with his soft blonde hair.
"Hamdan," I softly call his name while his eyes are closed.
"Hmm," he hums in response.
"Do you think I deserve you and your love, even after you know things about me that makes me hate myself?" I ask with a small, sad smile.
"This is the 13th time you're asking me this question since we returned from New York," he says as he sits up from my lap.
I stare at his face blankly, my mind all messed up! I keep thinking I don't deserve him and his love because of the way I've treated him all the way until we started dating, which is now.
"I love you with all my heart, and it doesn't matter if you have a dark past or not! That's the least of my concern. What I care about is how precious you are to me and how much more I can make you feel loved," he says while cupping my face and locking eyes with me.
I felt like breaking down at his words, and I did! I wrapped my arms around him and jumped on him into a tight hug, his masculine scent filling my mind.
My heart raced rapidly, and so did his as we both fell onto the couch, breathing each other in while still hugging. I was on top of him, and he was beneath me, our hearts beating against each other.
He turned me around and pulled me onto the couch beside him. As we both stared at the ceiling, I asked curiously, "What would've happened if you had never seen me in that flower shop?" I rested my head on his hand as we laid on the couch beside each other.
"I would've been arranged married to someone and maybe even had kids by now," he replied teasingly, saying that just to get a reaction out of me. But I'm not giving you what you want, Hamdan Waseem.
"Of course, you old hag! You definitely should've been married at this age, after all! It would've been even better. You know I would be invited too because I'm Rayyan's sister! And I—" he cut off my nonsense blabbering with irony by hovering over me completely and smashing his lips onto mine.
"I don't even want to think about a moment where I don't get to love you, to obsess over you, and call you mine," he says before crashing his lips onto mine again with great intensity and hunger. He kissed me as if he would rip my lips off. His kiss was filled with anger and possession.
