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

An unbreakable connection.

A connection that his heart wanted to claim her as his and only his.

His childhood was a world full of darkness and she was his light.

His Noor.

The car came to halt as it stood outside the haveli gates. The censors on the gate recognized the car and let it in. He parked the car in the underground garage, turning his head towards her he found her fragile form sleeping. Her nose was red and both her eyes and cheek were swollen. Eyes due to the crying he caused and cheek due to his brutal slap.

He sighed and let himself out of the car, moving towards her side. He opened her door and woke her up. She woke with a start and immediately scooted back, thinking he was going to hurt her.

He opened the door wide indicating her to get out and she got out. She realized they have reached haveli and she immediately began to run for the doors. She just wanted to get away from him.

He followed her. The haveli was still calm and silent. The opening of the door creaked into the big lounge. Everyone was soundly sleeping. Still, an hour was left for fajar.

Zahra entered inside and Irtaza was behind her. She was going to her room when Irtaza's voice stopped her.

"Zahra, follow me to the kitchen," he told and headed towards the kitchen.

She stood there frozen. She had no desire to be anywhere close to him. He scared her.

Nonetheless, she followed him to the kitchen. He was standing by the freezer, taking some ice blocks out of it and wrapping them in a kitchen cloth. He turned around and saw her standing near the door.

"Come here," he calmly said.

She took slow and timid steps toward him. Her eyes were wide awake and she was being extra vigilant. Her nerves were on high alert.

She stood in front of him and he slowly dabbed the cloth on her swollen cheek to reduce the swell. She hissed when the cold thing made contact with her searing cheek.

He continued to dab to reduce the pain and all the time she kept looking at his eyes while his whole concentration was on her swollen cheek.

His grey orbs

Those were the most beautiful and mesmerizing eyes she had ever seen. Whenever you look into them, you feel like melting away in those very metallic shards. They seem so soft yet look so hard. As if they were holding a bunch of secrets in them.

His features and everything were so damn perfect. His jawline was perfect, his nose was perfect, cheekbones were perfect but his eyes were the epitome of perfection. No doubt he was the most handsome man she ever saw but he was a monster for her.

'Handsome looks cannot cover your heinous deeds' she thought.

"What are you gawking at señorita?" He said, still lightly tapping her cheek.

This took her aback. She once again was staring at him like a total maniac. What can she do? His eyes were so beautiful. She immediately looked anywhere but him.

"No...nothing," She said in her small voice.

"You know, your voice gets small when you lie,"

She gasped with surprise. It's been like two hours since they met and he was already catching up on her lies. She still didn't match his eyes and was looking around but not him.

"And you can't meet my eyes,"

Her eyes widened and she immediately looked towards him. Woah!

'He is so good at reading people.'

"You can admit it you like my eyes after all I am your husband,"

Husband

This word sounded odd to her. All her life she has dreamt of marrying Daniyal not him. Now she was his wife. She can never leave Daniyal though she was his wife now, she was forced into this marriage soon she will get rid of him.

He removed the cloth and put it on the kitchen island. Slowly, he threaded his fingers into her scalp to which she flinched again.

She couldn't help but flinch whenever he got close to him. She thought he was going to pull her hair because of her lie and her heartbeat palpitated. The fear was already settled inside her.

Fear of him.

He began to massage her locks, reducing the pain in her scalp. The way he manhandled her hair was still causing searing pain on her scalp but his massage was soothing her.

His actions were surprising her with every passing second. They contradicted his behavior. First, he slapped her and now he was dabbing her cheek to reduce the pain. He pulled her hair and now he is massaging her locks. But whatever he would do, it didn't matter how gentle he would become, she won't forget that he forced her to marry. She will never forgive him for slapping her, for manhandling her, and for forcing her. No. She would never.

It didn't matter for her whether she was weak or not but she had a sense of dignity and integrity running inside her. Her self-respect would never let her forgive him easily for what he did.

She just can't forget how cunningly he placed the options in front of her and coerce her into this relationship.

'Why did he marry me?' This question suddenly came into her mind. She was too numb to feel anything before that she didn't even think of that. The reason behind all this drama.

Her heartbeat was already accelerated due to their proximity but she wanted to ask it.

"Why did you marry me?" She asked raising her head.

His fingers stopped which was massaging her locks and he retreated his hand back. He stood to his full height, dipping his hands into his pockets.

He gave her a good two minutes perusal, gawking her from head to toe. Zahra visibly squirmed under his heated gaze. Her toes curled and her hands balled in a fist. Her heartbeat increased due to the intensity she witnessed in his eyes.

"To claim you," he said in his deep baritone resonating in the silent kitchen.