Zameer couldn't stop. His lips were pressed hard against Sadia's. He couldn't help but relish the soft feel of her lips, the warmth of her body as he held her close to him. And Sadia wasn't showing any signs of resistance.

Taking a breather, he let her go for a second to take a look at her. His one hand held her head steady, his fingers threading through her wet hair while his other hand gripped her waist. He looked at her: her eyes were closed and her cheeks were blazing red. And that sight alone was so attractively seductive that Zameer couldn't hold back and his lips were back on hers.

Sadia was left blank. For a moment, She didn't know what to do when Zameer came close to her. But when his lips connected with hers, her mind turned hazy and all she knew was that she wanted more. Especially when he pulled back, she liked it so much that she secretly wished for more and when he did, her hands gripped his forearms, her nails digging into his flesh.

It was so intense.

Their hearts were pounding in their chests. And they were completely lost in themselves, giving into the pleasure that came with it. Their lips danced in sync, their breaths mingled as they went with the flow.

The pleasure was so much that they both hungered for it.

But it only took one small distraction to get Sadia out. The skies burst with thunder and it was enough to jolt Sadia back into her senses. Her eyes flew open and when she saw what she had been doing, her lips stopped moving and her hands pushed at his chest. She quickly pushed Zameer away. Zameer was shocked at the sudden push but one look at Sadia's expression explained it all.

Her big eyes shone in the light of the moon and he could easily see the tears swimming in her eyes as she pursed her lips tightly and wrapped her arms around herself.

Zameer didn't know what to say or do. But he saw the look on her face: the look of guilt and shame. And he didn't approve. Before he could even say anything, Sadia quickly turned her back to him and ran back inside.

Zameer just stood there. Burying his hands in his pant pockets, he craved for a smoke but the rain felt nice so he decided to stay for a bit longer.

"What the hell just happened?" He murmured to himself, combing back his hair through his fingers, a smile stretching on his lips. His fingers came up and he touched his lips, smiling widely as he recalled the feeling of that kiss.

It was different from the last time. The last time was on impulse. But this time, it was pure desire. He desired her and if he didn't kiss her then, then he knew that he would've regretted it. Because at the first time, when he kissed her on impulse, he indeed regretted it. He had forced himself on her and he earned a slap from her as well. But this time, He had loved it. He loved every moment of it. He didn't regret it in the least. And he felt no remorse. And she didn't strike him like she did last time. No, she wanted this as well.

That cute little vixen. He thought to himself as he smirked widely. He recalled how different she looked and even more amazing was the fact that he got to see her without her hijab. Even though it was dark, but under the silver light of the moon, he noticed that her hair was straight, long and dark. And they were open and her entire body was soaked, it was so seductively alluring that he felt hot all over just from thinking about it.

Sadia ran straight to her room, tripping and barely managing to run in her soaked state as she ran up the stairs, ignoring the pain in her leg. As soon as she was in her room, she locked her door and tried to catch her breath. Her legs were shaking and it wasn't from the cold. Her heart was hammering loudly against her chest, she could hear it so loudly.

What? What? What...? Her thoughts were going haywire. She could still feel goosebumps rising on her flesh. A completely foreign feeling had engulfing her. She couldn't fathom what she had done.

Her heart wouldn't calm. It was still beating so fast that she feared that it might leap out of her chest.

Slumping down against the door, she tried to think clearly. She couldn't believe what she just did. And that too with a criminal no less.

She couldn't understand what had happened with her. How could she feel that way towards someone who kidnapped her, used her against her father and was the enemy.

And what was even worse, she wanted it. She wanted to be kissed. And she wanted to kiss him as well. She hated to admit it but she was immensely attracted towards Zameer.

And unlike the last time, when he had forced himself on her, he didn't do so this time because she had given him her silent consent.

And what was even more, she liked it. And she wanted more.

No. No no no! She shook her head violently as she pulled on her hair.

I need to get out of this place. She thought with determination. There was no way she was about to stay in this gilded cage for long. She was going to make an escape, no matter the circumstances.

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The next day, Sadia stayed in her room. She made no attempt to leave. But mainly, she was avoiding Zameer. She didn't want to see him. Or more like, she didn't want to feel that way towards him. She had no idea why she felt that why, why she wanted to be kissed and worse of all, why she wanted to feel his touch and closeness.

Logic dictated that it was attraction. She was a young woman and he was a young man. He was a person from the opposite sex. It was only a natural reaction, to feel that way and want something like that. It was just lust. And to her everlasting shame, she enjoyed it.

But it was wrong. She enjoyed consorting with the enemy and that was wrong. So she kept at bay. The maid that was assigned to her kept a watchful eye on her and tended to her every need.

For two days, Sadia didn't leave her room. And she was glad too. She was afraid. She had to keep reminding herself that she was a captive and the sooner she figured out a way to escape would be better. So, on the third day, she left her room late at night to explore the mansion, but this time with the promise of not getting distracted in the least.

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She was standing in front of me. So close.

Her hair wet and her clothes were soaked. Her skin was pale, almost a perfect contrast against her dark raven hair. Her blue brown eyes were staring at me in anticipation. And I wasn't about to disappoint her.

I stretched out my hand and gently wrapped it around her hand. She was cold. So I slowly pulled her to me and she willingly came. When she was close, I caressed her cheeks, her skin cool against her prominent cheek bones. Her lips were quivering. I traced her lips and bent down until my lips captured hers. They were so soft. I kissed her deeply, embracing her body close to me, hugging her tightly. I just couldn't get enough of her.

We kissed until we were breathless. Her eyes were closed when I looked at her. She was so beautiful. So innocent. So pure. And she was all mine. My fingers glided into her long straight tresses, loving the feeling of the soft strands. I felt all of my blood rush down and set my loins on fire.

Gently, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. Lying her down, I got on top of her. I began to kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling on her smooth delicious skin. I left my marks behind, marring her skin to my claim. Her moans filled the air, sounding like harmonious melody to my ears. I went back up and kissed her. I found myself going rock hard for her, my desire overriding my patience.

My hands explored her body, my hands cupping her breasts as I feasted on her hardened buds. I went down until I was face to face with my passport to heaven, the apex between her thighs. I held her knees apart, her legs willingly giving way. I was so hungry for her. That the sight.....

Zameer jolt awake, his eyes flying open.

He swallowed hard against his dry throat. His hands went up to rub his face when he felt the sweat on his forehead, his hair damp from it as well.

What the hell was that? He thought to himself and when he moved, that's when he discovered that he had a hard on.

"Fuck." He murmured to himself.

Did I just fantasise? He thought to himself. Fuck, I did. He groaned. Getting up, he went straight to the bathroom. Turning on the cold shower, he got under the cascading water, letting the water cool off his heated skin.

"Fuck!" He punched the wall. What the fuck I am doing? Fantasising about her like that? Fuck me, what the hell wrong with me. The thought.

But he already knew the answer to that. He had been having these dreams ever since that night when he saw Sadia in the rain.

Zameer didn't see Sadia for three straight days. And he couldn't bring himself to face her either for he knew that if he saw her then nothing would stop him from kissing her senseless. Even though he was busy with the arrangements of the conference, but Sadia wouldn't leave his mind.

And at night, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She had invaded his every thought. Even when he tried his best not to think about her, she kept at a constant. She was his wife. She was his. But he had to remind himself everytime that she wasn't his. The control that he was putting on himself was perhaps the most hardest struggle that he had ever encountered. Those three days, he desperately wanted to see Sadia. If nothing, he just wanted to get a glimpse of her. He couldn't get the image of her standing in the rain, out of his mind.

He found it so strange. This was the first time a woman managed to gain so much importance for him. He had only ever respected and held two women in high regard; his mother and Anissa.

But he knew that what he felt for Sadia had surpassed respect. What he felt for her was an attraction that was too desirous that it might be fatal.

He wanted her. He knew this much.

And she was his wife. And he wanted to claim her. And by all means, he could. He wanted to touch her, feel her. And explore her. He wanted to know her in every aspect of the word. His desire for her was growing every passing day.

But he knew that he couldn't. Too many obligations and formalities were stopping him. Primarily, his position and his engagement. And the fact that Sadia was his captive. She was the daughter of the enemy. She was responsible for jeopardising all his plans yet he couldn't bring himself to see her in that light. To him, she was an innocent, brave yet scared little girl who did him no wrong. He was the one who did her wrong by ruining her life this way. First he abducted her, used her as collateral and then manipulated her into a loveless marriage. And he knew in his heart that she deserved so much better yet he took it away from her. And this always invoked his guilt.

He knew that he didn't deserve her. She was too good for him.

It saddened yet angered him. He always pitied himself on many levels but this was the first time he was pitying himself over a matter like this. Especially over a woman.

It was ironic. For the first time in his life, he wanted something but he couldn't have it. His responsibilities and obligations to the MMM and Shehryaar had bound him tight.

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