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

One look.

One hard glare stopped her heartbeat. The disappointment and anger she witnessed in his eyes made her hands clammy within minutes. All the life left her legs and she visibly gulped. Her eyes widened with surprise and fear as she tightly held both her hand together.

"Bha...ii a..ap yah..an kes..ay" Haseeb stuttered grabbing his attention back.

"Haseeb," he moved his head towards him, "a week ago, I gave some instructions to you boys which was obligatory for all of you to follow. Remember what were they?" He asked.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'

'None of you will be stepping out of this haveli without informing or taking permission from me. If it is too urgent then take guards along with you. The Osmanis are keeping tabs on us though I won't let them harm any of my family members, you could expect anything from your enemy. They love to strike at your weakest point. If something urgent comes make me a call before leaving the haveli. All of you make sure not to let go of Haya and Dua alone outside. By next week, trackers should be installed into each member of the haveli. And do not wander uselessly outside until the situation does not get controlled. Khurram Osmani wants me to stop the consignment at any cost which I won't and he is doing everything in his power to blackmail me. It does not bother me until my family is involved. And I repeat specifically to you Haseeb, do not uselessly wander outside the haveli with girls. Whatever I say act upon it, if I found out that you are not then you know what can happen to you'

And then another thought hit him, he let Dua and Haya go alone god knows where. He was doomed.

He looked down in embarrassment.

"Get the car out, I'll deal with you in the haveli. Zahra is coming." He ordered, jacketing his rage. He for sure was so good at maintaining a calm composure outside.

"Ok Bhai." He immediately said, eager to just go away from him, and left for the parking lot, disturbed over the fact that Dua and Haya still hadn't reached.

Zahra's heartbeat stopped there. Dread pooled in her stomach. Her life and fate were torturing her over and over. Everything felt so surreal to her. She was in a dilemma about whether all of this is actually happening to her or not. Once again, she had to face his vicious wrath which is almost unbearable for every sane or insane person.

"Up," he flicked his two fingers in the air, ordering her to stand up.

"I am sorry," she shakily said as she shudderly stood up. Her legs were wobbly.

"Sorry for what senorita?" He asked and began to approach her.

Ya Allah!

"I am sorry," she repeated, scared. Her paled face mirrored her inner feelings.

"Sorry, for, what?" He repeated, feigning ignorance, and took two more steps toward her, provoking her fear more and more.

She was breathless by now. No thoughts, no lies, nothing was coming up in her mind. She felt like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes were already shining with the unshed tears.

"I am sorry." Her voice was weak and desperate as she stepped back.

He advanced towards her, covering the distance between them, and stood in her personal space. His eyes pinning her to the spot. She immediately looked down and shielded her face from his pinning gaze through her straight brown hair. His hot breath fanned against her cheek while he placed his hand behind the wall, caging her in between.

His fingers reached for her hair and he slowly, smoothly tucked her hair behind her ear, making her face visible to her. The back of his fingers began to leisurely graze her cheeks. The same side where he had previously slapped her, causing all the incidents to rush back into her mind.

Then her sparkling brown eyes matched his.

Grey to brown.

This was his favorite moment when he could see her mesmerizing eyes. He could spectate the fear residing in her glistening eyes. They only delivered utter terror and anxiety. He could feel the bottling up of her inner emotions. He could feel her helplessness and fear. But he was a selfish bastard and his psychotic mind only wanted to punish her for defying him but something panged at his heart on the thought of punishing her. 

She turned her head away. His eyes were emanating pure rage at the moment and she can't stand it. She was so afraid.

"Zahra" he called out her name causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. Her name in his voice always sounds so different and distinctive. No one can call her in the same way as he does. One could spot both love and dominance in his voice.

She didn't look back at him and kept her eyes somewhere else. She already has realized, he will be too despotic and severe towards her after knowing she has disobeyed him but the dire and acute intensity in his eyes always stops her breath. His eyes were beautiful to him but till now those eyes have always shown him rage and anger. She does not want to look back straight into his eyes.

"Zahra" he called out again, his voice soft now, contradicting his demeanor which was emitting rage at the moment. He held her chin and raised her head, indicating for her to look towards him, but she cast her eyes down.

"Sorry" she whispered, desperate to go away from him.

"Look at me" he ordered.

"No" she straightly denied. She just couldn't. She did not know where that courage came from.

"Girl you have a death wish." He said and before he could do anything, his phone began to ring, causing her to internally sigh in relief.

He narrowed his eyes at him making her breath hitch for a second and then picked the call up before getting away from her. She took a deep breath which was stuck inside her throat for so long.