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

His eyes tracing that frown, her brown eyes, her pink nose and her parted lips. She looked so exotic. Although, he knew how to make a tie but still he had given this duty to her.

"You know senorita," he said, sliding a hand against her waist and pulling her closer making her shriek a bit.

"Irtaza! let me do it. I'm forgetting it again," she scolded.

He held her small hands which were busy tying the tie.

"Guess, I need to teach you again,"

And then he showed her how to make the tie.

"Oh okay. Now I got it." she told once he was done.

"And now you should not forget it"

"Fingers crossed" she said, getting off the stool and moving towards the bed picking up her dupatta.

"Zahra," 

"Jee?" she turned around and found him staring at her intently, his hands inside his pockets.

(Yes?)

He was about to state some serious thing that's why he called her out with her name. A thing which she had observed about him.

A moment of silence passed between them and she began to think whether she did something wrong. Doesn't matter, how much he loves her but his anger was scary.

"Where did you go yesterday?" he asked and her eyes widened for a second.

In the university, on insistence of her friend she went out for shopping that too without security and she couldn't inform him as her phone's battery was dead and her friend's phone had ran out of balance.

She didn't want to go without informing him but her friend was insisting too much. 

"Hmn?" he slightly raised his brows when she didn't answer.

"Out with my friend... to a restaurant," she answered.

"And did you inform me?"

"I was about to... but my phone ran out of battery" she mumbled the last part.

"Then why didn't you tell by using someone else' phone?" he interrogated

She couldn't find any answer to that. Her friend was persisting too much and she wasn't able to think straight so she just go with the flow.

"And you didn't even take the security along with you?" he asked again, the slight anger was evident in his voice which made her heart skip a beat.

"She felt awkward in my guard's presence," she replied, looking down.

She knew she was at fault.

He walked towards her, holding her chin he rose her head up and compelled her eyes to look into his.

"But she was actually there to meet her boyfriend. Right?" he questioned, his hold slightly increasing on her chin.

And she found her voice getting lost his words. 

Why does she always underestimate him? She thought, he would not know as there was no security around to look after her.

On reaching the mall, her friend had told her she was actually there to meet her boyfriend and literally begged her not to leave her like that when Zahra was about to leave. On her insistence, she stayed back. Once she was home, she was finding the right moment to confront it to Irtaza as he had told her to tell him each and everything before he himself confronts it to her.

'Don't hide anything from me senorita. You know I would know and I want you to tell me if you're trying to hide something, before me telling the thing to you'

She knew how possessive he was of her and how much any man presence around her agitated him. 

"Yesterday, I was actually waiting for you to confront it to me on your own" He said.

The statement she was dreading and her eyes found the floor. Her hands turning cold and forming a fist. 

"Zahra, say something," he said softly, moving her head slightly up indicating her to raise her eyes and look at him.

His soft voice encouraged her to speak.

"Yesterday, actually.."

"Yes, actually, go on," he encouraged, his thumb which was on her chin caressing her jawline.

"I was about to tell you but... I was a little afraid you might be angry and... "

"Hmn and?" he again encouraged when she stopped.

"I was finding the right moment to talk the matter with you but I didn't find one"

A moment of silence passed but he didn't say anything.

"Please don't be angry"

He didn't reply rather his thumb continued to caress her jawline and neck. An act he was doing to calm down her fear and she found herself relaxing.

"Look Zahra," he at last spoke up, withdrawing his thumb back and placed his hand on her waist,, "I want you to conversate your concerns with me. I don't want you to keep me in dark regarding anything about you. It be anything. Any fucking thing. If you won't talk over then it would get me mad. And I don't want to be mad at you. I would not let you go anywhere without informing me. If you're going out it should always be in my knowledge. I repeat always. Understood Zahra?"

"Jee Irtaza" she answered nodding her head.

(Yes Irtaza)

"I don't want our morning to be ruined by my anger but next time you'll be in a tight corner. And that friend of yours, she might be a very persuasive person. Cut her off"

She agreed. After yesterday, she couldn't bring it in herself to be friends with her again. She literally used her.

"How do  you know?" she asked, surprisedly. He never met her friend so how's he able to put up exact deductions about her.

She really was persuasive.

"You know I trust you baby doll so try to figure rest of story by yourself, that how I know it" was his reply with a smile on his face that made her smile too.

He was sure Zahra would have definitely denied when she would have came to knew that her boyfriend was coming. And her friend surely manipulated her insisting her to stay with her. 

Apart from that, he was in mafia and his enemies were all around and he didn't want to take any risk on her life. Though, Zahra demanded him to step down from the mafia but that didn't mean he was completely off it. Mafia king was not a title which could be transferred from one person to other. Its one's legacy which he had to earn, had to win. And no one could take it.