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

EPILOGUE

The girl woke up, the sharp smell of anti septics and medicines hitting her nerves indicating she was in hospital.

Her mind was blank. 

Completely blank.

She was confused where was she? Her brothers, where were they, her mother, father, her family?

Where were they all?

She tried to sit up but her whole body was in pain as if someone had ran a truck over him.

"Doctor, she at last woke up!" the nurse called out on seeing her eyes open.

"Who?" the doctor asked, coming into the ward.

"The gang rape victim," she answered and with that all the memories came running down into her mind.

..................

4 months later

"Irtazaaaaa!" Zahra called out for him from inside the bathhroom.

"Yes?" he asked, standing infront the mirror getting ready for the office.

"Umm....actually..." she said, as if contemplating, blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Yes senorita?" he said, moving towards the restroom. A slight smirk playing on his lips, well aware why she was calling.

"Actually..."

"Yes actually?" he smiled.

"Bathrobe" she replied in one go, "where's my bathrobe. I didn't take any clothes and I know you've it. Give it to me, Irtaza!" she whined, forwarding her hand out of the door.

He immediately took her cold hand in his warm ones, giving a kiss on her hand.

She turned red.

"Irtaza...bathrobe"

"No" he said, leaning against the wall.

"Irtaza... give me bathrobe or I'll come out and.... huh" she stopped with a gasp on realising what she just said.

"Oh if that's the case, then I don't know what a bathrobe is. Come out senorita and tell me" he laughed.

"G acha. Ap ney keh dia aur mei maan gayi. Kal tak tw pata tha apko  bathrobe kia hoti hai. Hein?"

(Oh really? You said and I believe it, just like that. Till yesterday you knew what a bathrobe was. What about that?)

"But I'm in a romantic mood wifey. Come out"

"Haww....Irtaza yeh ap kesi baatein kar rahay hein?" she said like a child, making him laugh.

(Oh my God! Irtaza, what are you saying?)

"Oh my innocent, Zahra. What am gonna do with you." he said like more to himself.

"Here take the bathrobe," he retrieved the bathrobe and gave it to her.

"Shukriya janab " she said before closing the bathroom's door.

(Thank you mister)

Its been four months already. Within these four months, she witnessed a version of him, which every girl would ever dream of. He took a lot of care of her. If she would slightly croak with pain, he would be by her side, gritting his teeth on his helplessness that he was unable to do anything to lessen her pain. He made her trust him, believe in him.

He was the sweetest and the most caring husband. Apart from that, his anger would still scare her. No doubt, there were moments when she would fear him, fear his anger but those cases were like a once in a blue moon when his anger was directed towards her. But he won't hurt her yet that scary frown would always be enough to do the deed.

They were way past everything. Now happy and enjoying. 

She had already wore her undergarments, after wearing the robe she stepped out of the restroom. She found Irtaza standing infront the mirror, brushing his hair. 

Those silky smooth hair which she held tightly last night while he gave her the heights of pleasure.

Last night.

Which was so sensual and heart warming. She could still feel his touch all over her body, making her face turn the brightest shade of red. Tearing away from her thoughts, she walked towards the walk in closet, where her clothes were. 

She was moving pass Irtaza and suddenly gasped when  out of nowhere, his hand softly captured her arm and in a flash backed her up against the dressing table. 

She was awed, how he could be so fast?

He was just spraying perfume and not once did he gaze at her. She didn't see that coming.

Not at all.

He was really unpredictable.

And she meant it.

Tugging a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his gaze on her grew intense which made her smile and coyly she moved her eyes down, unable to match the intensity.

"What were you thinking, Mrs. Irtaza?" he murmured, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek which was turning red.

"Hmn baby" he whispered, stepping closer making her step back to the dressing table. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

The affect he had on her.

"Nothing" she replied, her voice as if suddenly got lost somewhere.

"Is that the truth?" he cocked a brow, his voice still not above a murmur, his hand feeling the silkiness of the porcelain skin of her neck creating tingles.

She shook her head in negative.

"Then what?" his fingers now playing with the belt of her bathrobe which made her slightly look at him with widened eyes and then turn back her eyes down.

"Actually... umm..." she contemplated with her words, she couldn't tell him, she was thinking about last night. "I...was...umm...thinking.."

"Hmn, you were umm actually umm thinking about?" he muttered in a soft tone.

"My.... my university," she said quickly, "yes my university"

"While looking at me with those eyes full of love you were thinking about university?" He faked a frown.

"Yes, I...I was" his husky voice was making her heart do somersault.

"So you weren't thinking about last night?"

"No!" she denied, now trying to move away. She knew, her face would now be resembling a tomato.

Sensing her intention, she immediately made her sit on the dressing table. 

"Is that so senorita? Don't lie to me" he whispered the last part making her take in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not lying. And you know why would I think about last night, I have alot to think about like..."

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