Possession by Laila Ali (young adult books to read .txt) 📗

He was sure she would be so happy. Her happiness meant the world to him.

After fifteen minutes, they have crossed the motorway and entered the city. The horns and the noise of heavy traffic, still didn't wake her up. She was a heavy sleeper. 

After a ten minutes drive, he reached a colony. Taking few more turns, his car stopped infront of a house. He had reached his destination.

"Zahra," he called out, "wake up" he budged her shoulder.

"I wa..nt to sleep" she groggily said not opening her eyes.

"Zahra, wake up" he again shook her shoulder.

"Sl..eep"

"Zahra" now his voice was stern and she opened her eyes immediately, feeling the threat.

"Yes?"

"Here drink water" he passed the bottle to her so she could come in her senses.

She took it and brought the water to her lips when her eyes noticed her surrounding.

"What?" she frowned. She looked around registering the familiar place.

'No this can't be true' she thought, with glistening eyes.

She turned her head towards her left. Her eyes widened. Was it for real?

She couldn't believe it.

"Irtaza" she whispered, in a shocked tone. "That's my....my hou..se" 

"My hou..se"

"Yes, Zahra. That it is. Now come on, lets have a tour of your house"

Irtaza got off and unlocked the door while Zahra took her time and slowly trailed behind taking everything in. When she was out, he forwarded his hand which she held and he led her to the main door of house. He retrieved the key from his pocket and unlocked the door before they entered inside.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, her eyes glistening .

"Are you happy?" he countered question, as they reached inside the lounge of house.

Zahra observed every nook and corner with the movemets of her glistening orbs. Everything was at its place. Fine and perfect. And this things brought alot of questions inside her mind.

"Hmn senorita? Aren't you?" he cocked hiss bro, holding her chin which broke her trance.

"I'm." her lips begin to shudder,  "I'm (hiccup) so hap..py" her voice suddenly got shivery. She didn't know what click her but seeing this house after so long had clicked something inside her and her emotons took a toll on her, making her cry.

"Irt...(hiccup)..aza" her hands moved on their own accord and suddenly hugged him. "Baba. I mi...ss my ba..ba. (sob) Ba...ba isn't here any,,,,more. He di...ed! He die...d!" she cried out, hugging him tightly as her life was dependent on it. She felt a fat tear rolling down her cheek but she cared less and hid her face in his chest, wetting his hsirt with her tears.

Irtaza was taken aback. She had never hugged him like that. He had never seen her so vulnerable and broken. Her wails told a story to him, depicting her broken heart. He knew it then, she was shattered, crumbled into pieces. Her heart was torn apart into pieced because of her father's death already and he broke her more.

His heart skipped a beat. 

His throat constricted.

His chest suddenly felt heavy.

Seeing her broken, broke him more and he hugged back her tightly, trying to provide her the solitude as much as he can.

A few minutes later, her crying stopped and she cleared her tears, before  pulling back and saw a patch of tears formed on his shirt.

"I'm sorry" she said in her throaty voice. Her face was red and she was continuously sniffling.

"For?"

"I dirtied your shirt with my tears" she answered, looking at him with glistening eyes.

He smiled. His hand snaked against her waist and brought her closer with a jerk making her gasp. There faces now centi meters away as there breaths mingled with each other. He stared directly in her eyes and so did she. He brought his lips near her cheeks and kissed her tears streaked fluffy cheek.

"Don't say that again" he whispered. "You didn't 'dirtied' my shirt, Zahra" he said with a hard tone.

Her hand rested on his chest as she stared him.

"Got me?"

"Yes" she replied in her small voice. No matter what, how much less scary he has became but still he can manage to take her breath away within seconds.

He brought his hand closer to her cheek and begin to caress her, looking at her with a distant look as if he was lost somewhere.

"I want to see you happy Zahra. I only want to see tears of joy in your eyes" he muttered, when his eyes fell on her lips. There close proximity making her nervous.

He slowly moved his lips towards her, his lips wanting to capture her soft flesh. They look so inviting.

"Tour!" she suddenly said, her face getting flushed, "Do you want a house tour??" she asked. She already knew by the end of this kiss, she won't be able to stand on her knees and her heart was almost hammering in her ears. His kisses made her so vulnerable and flushed.

She jerked herself away and he let her go.

"Fine by me" he said, a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" she asked, noticing the smirk on his face.

"You're so shy, my Zahra" he smiled, making her cheeks go red.

Indeed, she was.

"And now you're looking like a tomato. So let's go and show me your house" he said and held her hand.

They both had a small visit to the house. The area was quite small. The whole house comprised of two rooms, one store room, one kitchen, three bathrooms and a longe. The lounge was the most spacious and had a large window which gave the view to small backyard. Zahra's and her parent's room were upstairs next to the store room.

On reaching her parents room, she opened the door and led him in.

"This is the second and the last room. My mama and baba used to live here" she said, a small smile spraying on her cheeks. Everything was perfectly at its place. And it was a question itself, those goons had taken away this house so how everyting is at its place?