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"Y-ye a-aap k-kya..., (W-what a-are y-you..)" I abruptly shut up as I saw him giving me a hard look through the mirror. Lowering my eyes, I tried my very best to ignore the fact that a man was seeing and touching me in such an exposed state, but that was almost impossible to do as every brush of his fingers against my back sent shivers down my spine. His breath fanned my neck and I could almost feel the heat radiating off of his chest. "Zyada baatein karne ki zaroorat nahi hai uss admi ke saat, aye samajh? Mein apne waade kabhi nahi torta, magar me bhi aik mard hoon, aur mard jesa bhi ho, magar apny biwi ko kisy aur mard ke sath nahi dekh sakta, (There's no need to get extra cozy with that man, understood? I never break my promises, but I'm still a man, and no man out there likes to see his wife hanging out with some other man)" He slid his hands over my waist and pulled me towards his chest, caging me between his strong, hard front and his arms. I probably resembled a tomato at this point, I thought as I felt his front practically plastered to my back. He gave me yet another stern look, an indication to give him an answer. ________________________________ A story of two lost, wondering souls joined together by the works of fate. What happens when the possesive, hot-headed Suleiman lays his eyes on a woman he is hell-bent on having at first sight? Join me to find out! Cover credit: @JaniceReads
1. The First Meeting
