Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

14- Tuition

“You love testing me, don’t you?” Forcing the lump in her throat, her feet froze to the ground, meeting his gaze fretfully. Moving, he growled in her ears, immersing her fright, defeated before his abrupt dominance, “I will show what happens when you overuse my leniency.” 

Gasping at his voice, she tried to move back back unfortunately behind her was nothing but the table, moving his free hand across, he secured it on the table, not removing his assertive orbs from her startled ones, “What happened now, hmm?” He hummed in low tone, invading her vicinity, pressed against the table, she felt powerless before. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She whispered, holding the hem of her dress.

“Yeah, of course, you never know yet you always manage to hit my nerves, don’t you?” He hissed, slamming his hand slightly, her very being shivered, shutting her eyes. Her heartbeats were raised immensely by his actions, unable to comprehend what happened to him, “P-Please, get away.” She stammered, incapable of meeting his ferocity.

“Why would I? You wanted this, you wanted me to be near you, right? So here I am.” He mocked, putting his other hand on the table as well, utterly close to feel her breath lingering on his face, the distress gleaming in her eyes but he was blinded by wrath as well. “What will you do, hmm?” He asked in a low tone, contemplating her reactions.

“I swear, I don’t know what you are talking about.” She whispered, slowly opening her eyes which were brimmed with tears, “Tell why the hell do you disobey me?!” He whisper-yelled, slamming his hand again, audible this time causing her to gasp, “When I told you that I didn’t want to teach, I don’t want anything to do with you then why you tiny brain cannot apprehend this little fact?” He growled, scolding her, not maintaining a distance, glaring at her.

“Why do you keep finding reasoning to hit my nerves? Why do you always do what infuriates me? When I have said I don’t want to be near you then don’t try to annihilate distances, Hoorain.” He hissed, uncared about the tear which rolled down her cheek in dejection, averting her gaze as her fear converted into ache. 

“I am warning you for the last time. Don’t test me again.” He warned, jaw clenched, pulling away slowly, scrutinizing her rather unforeseen reactions for him,

“Understand?” He asked dominantly, moving back, resting his hands in his pocket, turning his head away coldly. Sniffling to not cry, she nodded, not meeting his gaze, “Don’t just nod, reply properly.” He ordered, voice lacking emotions anymore.

“Yes.” She whispered, wiping the tears on her cheek. Disheartened as she didn’t know what was wrong she did. “Tsk, what a nuisance.” He scoffed, moving back, knowing he is stuck here.

Gathering her courage, she cleared her vision and looked at him sorrowfully, “You don’t have to force yourself to teach me, I will convince Sir Kasim. I didn’t know you came without your will.” She said, twirling her fingers around her dress, biting her trembling lip.

“You didn’t?” Narrowing his eyes, perplexity surrounded him, turning to her he came closer, “No.” She shook her head. “Don’t act, Hoorain. I told Haziqa to deliver my message, I told her to tell you to refuse yet you agreed.” He scolded, rage coming back thinking she was lying.

Her eyes widened as she looked up into his stern orbs with her teary ones, “I didn’t know this. Haziqa told me nothing.” She replied as Zain’s eyes widened in disbelief, realizing he messed up badly by taking an unknown ire on her.

“What?” He asked, hoping he heard her wrong but she gulped, “Yes. I don’t know what you are talking about.” She whispered, looking away, “Yes, I was happy that you were coming, I was truly elated but guess I was wrong. You were here without your consent… again.” She said in a low, dolorous tone, trying to control to not cry to display weakness in front of him but realizing his mistake, his eyes softened instantly.

“Hoorain, I.. didn’t know. I thought she told you.” He said softly, taking a step closer but hugging her sides, she moved back with a hitched breath. “I am sorry, Hoorain. I should have asked first instead of taking action.” He breathed out, curling his hands in a fist, hoping to rectify his mistake.

“No, it’s alright. From my records of actions, it wasn’t surprising that you thought it was me.” She chuckled dryly, aware of her actions which brought trouble and came as no astonishment that he didn’t believe in her. “But this time, you weren’t and it was my fault for acting mindlessly.” He said tenderly, taking a step closer, he knew he had to do something to fade her heartbreak instantly.

Swallowing hard, he came closer and lifted her chin, staring intently into her flabbergasted eyes as he spoke in a low charming tone, “I am sorry, Hoorain for not placing faith.” 

She couldn’t believe what occurred, how beautifully his fingers latched to her skin, the intense contact manipulating her breath to move in his rhythm and forget everything else. “I-It’s okay.” She stuttered, trying to register how to react but he returned a feeble smile, moving back.

“So, as for compensation, I will teach you. I will help you.” He said sincerely, moving away, she missed his warmth, his tenderness, intertwined to her felicity. “You don’t have to. You have work and your classes, you will barely get any time to relax.” She reasoned, not wanting him to exert himself.

“It’s okay, I can make time for you.” He hummed, taking out his phone, using it. His once again, nonchalant sentence gave butterflies to her heart, making it thump rapidly with barely controllable sensations.

“Besides, I don’t want people to call my fiancée a failure. I hope you are aware that I have always been the topper of my time. Since I am at the top, I won’t let you reach the bottom.” He teased, chuckling faintly. A scarlet shade appeared on her cheeks, hearing the talk leaving her at cloud-nine, smiling radiantly to herself, wallowing in the moment passing in his presence.

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