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Aanya:

How could you do this? You stupid girl.

Stupid. Idiot. How? Why? All I kept doing from the moment I woke up is to ask myself this questions. How can I let my guard down? How can I allow him to do such a thing?

It was my idea to take things slow. But I was the one who let him do that. And I hate this stupid blush which looks like it is permanently imprinted on my face.

I woke up early morning to see that I was completely sleeping over Hussein. I immediately jumped out of the bed and freshen up and left the room as quietly as possible.

Now, here, I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for us and thinking how the things have changed so suddenly. I thought we will go on a friendly date, so that we can get to know each other. But from last night's events, I don't think so being friends will be comfortable now.

"Good morning, heart." Hussein suddenly came out of nowhere and snaked his arms around my waist making me jump at the sudden appearance.

"Ammi!! Eesshh. You scared me." I scolded him smacking him on his arms. He chuckled at me.

"Well, I didn't mean to, love." He said still chuckling at me.

"Stop laughing Hussein. My heart racing miles per second." I scolded him.

"Ohh. Are you okay? Wait, lemme see." He said and came forward and placed his hand over my chest just above my heart. I gasped at this.

"Hey. Move away you pervert." I swatted his arm away and folded my arms over my chest.

Suddenly, his laugh boomed all over. I gaped at him. He was laughing so hard that I could see the tears in his eyes. He looks so handsome and sexy.

All of a sudden the events of last night rushed into my mind. I could feel the heat crawling upto my neck and settling over my cheeks.

I looked at Hussein who was staring intensely at me. He laughter died long back. Now his face held a expression that was screaming lust.

He moved forward. Our chests were touching now. His long frame of six feet towered over my petite body. I could feel his breath fanning over my face. I didn't dare to face him and I was staring at his chest which was bare to my eyes.

It was then I realised that he was standing half naked infront of me and I was staring at him. I quickly ducked my head and closed my eyes. But Hussein placed his fingers under my chin and raised my head. But I didn't give in. I still had my eyes closed.

"Look at me, heart." He whispered in my ear making me shudder.

I slowly opened my eyes to just steal a glance at him. But, one look at him and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. We both held each other's gaze. His pupils were dilated with the lust. And what's surprising is that he wasn't even trying to hide it. Infact, he was intentionally showing me that I was effecting him equally.

Suddenly, something snapped and the whole atmosphere changed. The tension was palpable. The attraction we both have towards each other reached a new level. It was impossible to stay in control.

I again looked at him. He was, now, staring at my lips. I felt my lips go dry. So I licked my lips. And to make the situation worst Hussein imitated my actions. Suddenly, I felt hot.

Very. Very. Hot.

I bit my lips nervously. Hussein's eyes widen for the slightest bit. He, suddenly growled and attacked my lips. It was sudden and unexpected. I immediately grabbed onto his shoulders.

Unlike other kissed, this kiss was urgent and rough. It was raw. I felt as if the floor underneath my feet was taken away and I was just floating in the air admist the clouds.

Even though it took sometime for me to respond, I tried my very best to return the kiss with the same intensity and with the same passion. I tried to copy his movements but soon gave up. He, clearly dominated in this kiss. Not that I mind.

He left my lips, leaving a trial of kisses down my neck. He grabbed my hair in a firm yet gentle hold and yanked them back causing me to drop my head backwards to make enough space for him to explore. He sucked at my skin over the collar bones.

He brought his other hand and squeezed my boob making me moan shamelessly. I could feel my nipples go hard and peaking out through the dress for more attention. When he flicked his finger over my nipple, I arced my back pushing myself towards him. I felt heat pooling down there.

He brought his mouth back to my lips and kissed me. He roamed his hands all over my body. He lifted me up and made me to sit on the counter. He placed his hands over my thighs, moving them closer to towards the place where I wanted him to touch me the most.

He was almost there but the realisation suddenly dawned me. I quickly snapped out of the haze. Even though my body protested for this, I moved away from Hussein and placed my hand over his chest. I felt his heart pounding under my hand.

Hussein protested for pushing him away. He again tried to kiss but I was quick this time and pushed him. I know just one simple touch and I will be putty in his hands.

"What is it, heart?" He groaned in frustration while raking his hand through his hair which was already disheveled.

"Hussein, we can't go any further. It's so much to take in. I'm not ready yet." I said slowly and carefully.

I was worried about his response. I was so certain that he would snap at me. But, it's Hussein we are talking about.

"I'm so sorry, heart. I completely forgot. I'm really sorry." He replied. His face was masked with full of concern. I couldn't help but gape at the man standing infront of me.

He. Freaking. Said. Sorry.

He came forward and hugged me tightly. He actually hugged the life out of me. But I was okay with that. I hugged him back, embracing the warmth his body provided me with.

"You don't have to apologize Hussein. It's not your fault." I whispered and came out of his embrace but I was still standing very close to him.

"No, heart. I should have been careful. I shouldn't have lost control like that. I'm sorry if I hurt you." He said cupping my cheeks and caressing it.

Unconsciously, I leaned into his touch, enjoying his touch. My eyes closed on their own accord and a content sigh escaped my lips.

I could feel his heated gaze over me. I flutter opened my eyes and looked at him. He was still worried and concerned about me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and listening. I just can't believe that he has changed so much. And I didn't even do anything to change him. Because of our past it was difficult for me to trust him. But, today after seeing the look in his eyes, I'm thrown into a dilemma. Infact, I feel bad for not being able to trust him.

I held his hand which was caressing my cheek and said, "Hussein, please. You don't have to say sorry. And don't say that it's your fault. You touched me because I allowed you to do so. So, please stop blaming yourself."

He realised a sigh of relief and placed his head over my forehead. We stayed in that position for what felt like ours but in real it was just a few minutes.

"As much as I want to stay behind with you, I just can't because duty calls, wifey." He said and winked at me.

My eyes snapped open and my heart skipped it's beat when he called me wifey. He had playful smirk plastered over his face. That smirk told very well that he used it intentionally, knowing the effect it has on me.

"Okay, then you need to go and get ready, Mr. Husband because duty calls." I repeated his words and pushed him away. He chuckled and went back to our room.

Yes. Our room.

Few days ago, I refused to accept this marriage, I refused to accept Hussein as my husband. But now, it's almost impossible for me to imagine my life without him.

Few days ago, we both couldn't stand in each other's presence. We couldn't breathe the same air. But now we have become inseparable. We both became the apple of each other's eyes.

But why? What happened suddenly? What is it that's making us to change our minds?

Why does my heart flutter when I see him? Why do I feel the sparks flying whenever he touches me? Why is the mere thought of him being away from me makes my heart to ache miserably?

But why is a voice at the back of my head screaming and ringing the warning bells again and again? Why is it bragging me to be careful?

I was brought out of my thoughts when Hussein came back, dressed in an expensive Armani suit. He looks so handsome in formal clothes. And now the aura around is completely changed. He is giving away the vibes of a CEO. I smiled at the thought of my husband working and ordering around the people to work. I felt so proud.

"Can I know who is making my beautiful wife to smile so brightly?" He literally growled.

A frown formed over my forehead. And then the realisation hit me, making my eyes go wide with surprise. I realised that Hussein was jealous. Infact he was jealous of himself. I laughed internally when an evil idea of teasing him crossed my mind.

"Oh, that, um, there's this guy who makes me feel giddy. The thought of him itself makes the goosebumps to form over my body." I told him and acted like I was feeling shy.

He growled and in a lightening speed he came forward, pulling me flush against his body and pulled my hair so that I was looking straight into his eyes making me gasp at the sudden movement.

"Who the fuck is that asshole? I'm going to kill that fucker. Tell me, Aanya, who is it?" He whispered so lowly that it sent shivers down my spine. To say that he looked scared would be an understatement.

His nose flared with anger. His ears were turning red. His whole demeanor screaming danger. Despite of the knowing very well that he wouldn't harm, I had to gulp a many times before speaking.

"Why? What's so big deal about it? And even if I tell you his name, you won't be able to do anything to him. And is that jealousy that I smell. Are you jealous, Mr. Hussein?" I questioned him smirking at him.

Oh, how I love to push his buttons.

He pulled my hair again and said, "Stop. Testing. My. Fucking patience, Aanya. Tell me who is that scumbag."

"I didn't know that it was possible to get jealous with ourself." I told him. He scowled at my words.

"Hussein, I was talking about you. No one can take your place in my heart. You act like a dumb fellow at times." I told him and laughed at his expression.

He, immediately relaxed, all the tension leaving his body. I looked at him to see that he was smiling at me fondly. I controlled my maniac laughter and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Hussein, you don't have to feel insecure about yourself. You don't have to worry about someone stealing me from you. Because, it can never happen. Always remember that you're the one who is in my heart." I told him sincerely which, obviously was true.

"Are you in love with me, Aanya?" He questioned me out of the blue. My eyes went wide and my heart started pounding in my ribcage. I just stared at him, gobsmacked.

"You're going to be the death of me, heart." He said and kissed my forehead and left for office.

I just stood there, frozen, staring at the place Hussein stood a few minutes ago. His words ringing in my mind again and again.

Do I love him? Did I already fall for him?

I kept asking these questions to myself. Even though I was working and doing my chores, all I could think was about his question.

I wasn't expecting him to ask me such a question. But why would he ask me such a thing? Maybe I like him, no, I do like him but love? Is that possible to fall in love so early and so easily?

I was interrupted when someone cleared their throat. I came out of my trance and saw that it was kareem.

"Good morning Madam. Sir has asked me to tell you that he forgot his important file of today's meeting. He asked you to give the file to me, which is in his office room. And it's a blue colour file." He said professionally.

"Kareem uncle, how many times did I tell you to call me with my name and not to address me as Madam." I told him.

He chuckled. "Sorry, beta. I will keep that in mind from now." I smiled at him.

"Ruby aunty, kaise hai?( How is she?)" I asked him.

"She is perfectly fine. Infact she will be back within few days." He replied. I nodded excitedly. I really missed her.

I excused myself and headed towards Hussein's office room. I slowly opened the door and peaked in. I came in here for the first time. I looked around and noticed that it was beautifully designed. In the middle of the room laid a huge table and behind it was a huge window.

It was a typical office room. On the left side of the room was a couch with a tea table infront of it and two chairs on either side of it. And there were plenty of books in the shelves. Infact, they were completely packed with books. My fingers twitched in temptation to run my fingers over them.

But, again, I remembered the purpose I came in here with. I quickly moved towards the table and saw that everything was well organised. I was very much impressed with the cleanliness. It was not at all difficult for me to find the blue file.

Not wanting go across the table, I, just leaned over the table and grabbed the file. When I straightened, my legs wobbled, making me loosen my hold on the file and it fell onto the ground. The papers sprawled all over the place. I let out an agitated sigh.

I bent down to collect the papers. Since the file was unorganised, I thought of organising it properly. While collecting the papers my gaze fell on a particular paper. Actually, no, two particular names caught my attention. I took hold of the paper and read the content in it. I read each and every word of the agreement.

I felt like someone knocked the breath out of me. My eyes welled up with unshed tears. A sneering pain coursed through my heart as someone has crushed it with their foot. I felt my world crumbling down. I felt shivers run down my spine in fear.

How could he do this? He promised to leave my family alone, then how can he do this? How can he break his promise? How can he trap me like this?

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