Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

He was aware about her sensitive, meek and docile nature. And if she had taken his life, then  her conscience would have eaten her alive. Her guilt would have make her a living corpse. A bulldozer of weight would have been placed on her heart then. It is not easy with that boisterous conscience to kill someone. 

Your conscience has to die.

You don't live then, you just survive. Just like him.

After few moments, her sobs died down and she slowly pulled away, a patch of wet tears now formed on his shirt when her eyes fell on the blood that was oozing out of his arm

"Oh my God!" she uttered in disbelief. "You're bleeding!" she shrieked.

"Relax, its nothing" he said and it was really nothing for him, the amount of encounters he had, the injuries he got, these two bullets were nothing for him.

"No! you're bleeding Irtaza!" she screeched

"Sir car has arrived" Amman informed and he gave a curt nod to him.

"Let's go senorita" he said and they both went out of the warehouse, Zahra trying not to look anywhere.

They both now seated back in the spacious limousine, the driver's chamber separated.

"Is there any first aid box around here?" she asked, as soon as they entered the car, her voice panic-stricken as she noticed the blood oozing out of his wounds.

"Yeah, over there" he pointed somewhere and then she retrieved the first aid box from the place he told.

"Please, can you just take your shirt off, the bleeding needs to stop and I have to take the bullet out, otherwise it will cause infection," She told, staring at his wound. Her doctor instincts clicking in.

He followed her command and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular arms and vest, which accentuated his brawny features, when Zahra's eyes fell on his second wound, on his side, as the blood continued to ooze out from his side too.

The bullet had brushed past through his side but the other one was stuck in his arm.

"Oh my God! Please, remove your vest too. The wounds need to be attended now." She said, in a hurried voice, her mind in a hustle. Her eyes were fixed on taking the items out of the box and applying the antiseptic on the cotton bud.

Meanwhile, he took off his vest too, his naked torso on full display as she continued to sterilise the scalpels. Her troubled mind just occupied with the task at hand unaware of his intense gaze on her.

The bullet was stuck in his arm and she has to get that bullet out of his arm.

She turned her head towards her with the scalpels in her hand when they suddenly widened on seeing him shirtless. Red colour creeping up to her cheeks from neck, her mouth hanging open.

"I...I..you.." she ran short of words suddenly as her voice got caught in her throat. He looked more huge and enormous, with all his well-built body on full display giving him more intimidating look.

She got nervous, instantly.

"Senorita," he called out.

"Yes?" she blinked her eyes, to drink in her nervousness, trying not to show him.

"Go on" he stated observing her shocked expression as if she saw him shirtless for the first time.

She gave a curt nod, unlocking her hands. She didn't know why but seeing him without the shirt, made her nervous and the endearment he used for her brought up some sweet memories when he used to be extremely lenient with her. When he hadn't shown his real beast side to her, back then he just had shown a fraction of who he actually was. How damn scary he in reality was when she shifted to his mansion. As if he had unlocked the real ruthless side of his. Those days just made her shudder.

His being shirtless did make her nervous and she couldn't control that tremor of her hand which was right now skilfully trying to prick out that surfaced bullet from his arm. Her mind now just focused on the task at hand, not caring about what's going on, not noticing his intense gaze on her as her eyes squinted, trying to focus and she just pulled that metal piece out successfully and then applied the ointment before wrapping gauze around his wounded arm.

At the moment, she didn't care how cruel he had been on her, all she cared about was just to get those wounds healed. Her nervousness long forgotten, her concentration taking complete control of her mind. It was her passion, to aid others, the sole reason for which she pursued medicine as a career, to serve humanity.

Her eyes solely fixed now on his second wound, unaware that he is noticing his every movement like a hawk. Her eyes depicted her enthusiasm, that how much she loves her profession. Her eyes had that spark, that light which he had missed seeing. He wanted her to be contented, happy.

He saw, her lips were chapped and formed a thin line portraying her concentration on the task at hand. She produced a soft sigh, her lips now parting as she slightly licked her lower lip, evoking a desire inside him. To claim those lips, to feel them on his, to touch them, to quench the thirst of his lips.

Her hands skillfully moving around as she applied the antiseptic, to clean the wound and then cut a piece from the roll of crepe bandage, applying it onto his wound, covering his second wound too.

She felt elated.

When she was done, she placed the items aside before raising her head, looking at him and for a moment as if her heart forgot how to beat, on witnessing the intensity in his eyes. She gulped, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

His grey eyes told her, his intentions. His desire.

Her nervousness coming back and that too with double intensity.

He slowly closed in on her, and her brain got stuck, getting jammed, her limbs going numb suddenly as he made her lay underneath him, encaging her in his arms and the seat of the car.

"I.." she tried to say something about which she herself had no idea.