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Some Mature content ahead. Stop if you are under 17.

Suggest me anybody's name who is fit for ANAABIYA'S role.

It's all right. It's fine. I crooked over the wash basin, spattered water on my face and looked at my now soaked face in the mirror.

I didn't just enjoy the kiss with him. I was still giddy and had absolutely no knowledge of how to deal with it.

My legs still wobbled and my cheeks were still slightly a shade of crimson.

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

I breathed in and out deeply to calm and compose myself.

I did not just kiss him back like there was no tomorrow. What had gotten into me? It was as if I was under a certain enchantment and conjuration, under a certain spell.

My eyes felt even more heavy and ponderous now and I just wanted to sleep but I couldn't. As much as I didn't want to face him as yet, I knew I had to look after him.

I'll just behave like it never happened and I will forget it soon. I stared at my own reflection in the mirror, my eyes stopping at my now swollen lips. My fingers brushed against it and now I wasn't quite sure if I really wanted to forget about it. He is my husband. Husband and wife do such things, right. Yeah! It'll be fine.

Just act normal.

I explained it to myself. "Why are you not coming out? Is everything all right?" Maliha's concerned voice had me nodding my head as if she could see me. "Y.. Yes." I replied before closing the tap and covering my head with a hijab securely again. I just got over with it somehow, even though my fingers were still trembling.

Coming out of the washroom, I strode towards the room next door with Maliha. My breathing wasn't returning to its normal pace and I was still nervous to see him again.

Did he like the kiss? The question was raised abruptly in my mind as I shrugged it away smiling at my own stupidity.

"I was so worried for you Humza. I swear. I left my work and came here for you." I scrunched my nose when I heard an unfamiliar voice from inside of the room wondering who this was now.

As we entered the room, all eyes snapped towards us while mine snapped towards the beautiful lady sitting in front of Humza. We stood near the entrance.

I have seen her somewhere but I couldn't exactly remember where. She was wearing a light purple dress that clung to her, hugging her in all the right places.

Her dyed blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and onto her breast in tight ringlet curls. A thick layer of make up covered her face, large earings dangled from her ears and with the black stilettos that was a cherry on the cake, she looked no less than a Victoria secret model. She averted her gaze back to Humza after she was done scrutinizing me.

"What did the doctor say?" She interrogated while Huzaifa explained it to her in all the medical terms just like a doctor. While everybody else was no more paying attention to us, Humza refused to avert his gaze from me.

My eyes snapped to his. His brown eyes intimidated me into wanting to back off and go into hiding but for some odd reason, I just stand and stare at him as he stares back at me. My heart pounds in what I suspect is nervousness.

He wasn't even listening to her ranting. It was as if he was deep in thought. Her phone started buzzing and she slid it towards her ears to receive it.

"Yes, this is Hazel Ameen." She spoke with poise and my mind suddenly clicked. She was Hazel. Humza's ex. I had seen her in the party. I cringed back in disgust as I was reminded of the horrible night.

I wouldn't lie but I really felt a deep pang within my heart. What was I even thinking? He loves her. I am a rebound.

My heart sank in my chest and I lowered my gaze to the floor, staring at it as if it was the most alluring and spellbinding thing in the world. I knew Humza was still looking at me intently but now I didn't want to think of it as anything else. He saved me and I was grateful for it. I wouldn't be able to pay him ever for this but the least I could do is take care of him until he is fit again.

"No. No. I will be back soon. A person very dear to me is not well, that's why I had to leave. I was so worried I didn't even pack my things properly." She spoke to the person on the other end.

"Yeah right, but she got time to apply tons of makeup and curl her hair." Maliha tried to suppress her laughter as she sniggered at her own joke. I hit her with my arm glaring at her to stop.

My eyes then shift to Humza who smiled at me the moment his eyes met mine. It wasn't a smirk, it was a genuine smile but I didn't smile back at him and immediately a frown took over the smile. He shouldn't have treated me as a rebound. It's my fault too since he had already warned me that he wasn't capable of love.

There, now I am thinking about love. Aaagh! What's wrong with me? I was deeply frustrated with my own feelings. For him, its normal. He has so many mistresses.

Hazel and Humza! Even her name starts with H. My pathetic self thought.

I didn't even realize when Hazel disconnected the call and began to talk again. She was continuously ranting but I couldn't process it. My mind was already a chaos.

She was speaking when Humza interrupted her. "Hazel I think you should go. Thank you for coming. Huzaifa will drop you back to your hotel." He said with absolutely no emotion.

I was utterly shocked at his behavior and apparently Hazel was even more shocked and embarrassed. She tugged her lock of hair behind her ears and played with her own fingers.

"Okay! I'll leave but I will come to see you again. I have my car. I don't want your servants to drop me off." She spoke and slowly kept her hand above Humza's, giving it a light squeeze. I nearly felt bile rising in my throat. I clenched my teeth as I felt a sudden urge to punch her for putting Huzaifa down. I was angry because Humza didn't defend him.

"Please take care of yourself for me." She spoke shamelessly while Humza yanked his hand away from her grip. He said nothing but looked the other way. She soon stood up and left the room, not before throwing a glare my way.

I stood there perplexed. "Where are the others?" Humza asked to no one in particular.

By others does he mean his mistresses?

"Everyone else is in our oldest mansion. We will shift you there soon. Ahmed had offered to help and we couldn't deny it at that moment. He has been very generous throughout." Humza nodded his head at Huzaifa who had informed him about everything.

"Do you think that there was anybody involved in whatever happened?" Huzaifa probed. Humza was about to respond when Bibijaan beat him to it.

"No more talking. He needs to rest. His parents are returning tomorrow. He will explain it then." She spoke and everyone soon began to leave. I was the first one to splinter away. I didn't want to be alone with him.

Maliha and I went down to prepare a soup for Humza. The kitchen was humongous just like the villa itself, stacked with expensive crockery. When we were done, I asked Maliha to give the bowl of soup to Bibijaan so that she could feed him.

I on the other hand went to the room next to his. The moment my head hit the comfort of the pillow, I fell asleep.

The next time I woke up, it was already 11.30 in the evening. How many hours did I sleep for?

I rubbed my eyes as I went to the room next door, to check on Humza.

There was only bibijaan beside him. She was feeding him since he was incapable of doing it himself. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up like that of a child. I ambled to Bibijaan's side.

"Did you have a proper sleep?" Bibijaan asked.

"Yes very much." I avoided meeting his gaze as this would turn out to be even more uncomfortable.

"Then I'll be gone now. I am extremely tired. Now that you are here I can leave him to you and take a nap." Bibijaan began to get up from the small furniture she was sitting on and I panicked.

"No Bibijaan I am hungry. I have to eat." I came up with the best I could. "Bring your food here. Eat with me." Humza spoke immediately.

"Yes, go bring your food here. You have to sleep here too." Bibijaan's words had me gulping down the lump in my throat nervously.

I cleared my throat before finally saying. "I can't sleep here." It was almost a whisper.

"Why?" Both of them asked together. I looked at Humza, falling short of words. He was brooding now and his eyes were darkening by each passing second.

"Anaabiya I am really tired and my head is paining. Please sleep here. I'll ask Huzaifa to shift the couch here and you can sleep comfortably." I knew bibijaan was saying the truth. She was extremely exhausted. I had no other option but to accept it.

True to her words, a red couch was soon placed beside his bed. I was happy she didn't ask me to sleep beside him even though it was a king sized bed.

I obviously didn't eat in front of him. When I was done I sighed deeply before coming back into his room. He wasn't on his bed. I looked around only to find the door to the washroom locked from the inside. I took this as my chance to rush to the couch. I Uncovered my hair and I was lying on the couch soon, with eyes tightly shut.

The door to the washroom creaked open and I felt his footsteps nearing me. The doctor was right. He was healing really fast.

Nevertheless I still didn't open my eye. I felt his presence beside me. My heart was now pounding heavily as beads of sweat form at my forehead.

"Anaabiya." I heard him whisper. I showed no movement at all and shut my eyes even more tightly, facing the opposite side of the bed. "How can she sleep so fast?" Was he talking to himself?

I knew he was now going to bed as I no longer felt his presence beside me. A few minutes passed by without any movement from either of us. Just when I thought he was asleep, a loud sound echoed in the room of something crashing on the floor.

"Fuck! I think my head is bleeding again." He cursed and I being a fool panicked at once.

"What did you do?"

I was about to turn around when suddenly I felt him on top of me. Did he just roll on his bed like a kid?

"What are you doing? Get off me." I struggled under his weight. My heart beat was so loud, I was afraid he could hear it too. "Gotcha!" He smiled smugly. "Please get off me. The couch is small. We'll fall and you'll get hurt. Go to your bed and don't touch me." I Ordered. I could feel his breath on my face. I was struggling hard now but he took both my hands and pinned it above my head with his. His eyes were now very dark and threatening.

"Not before you tell me that why are you ignoring me?" He seethed and I almost missed the playful Humza.

"I am not ignoring you. Now will you please leave me?" I was worn out and drowsy, so I stopped struggling eventually. He was looking at my eyes, boring holes into my soul. I stared at him right in the eyes, trying my best not to flinch and tremble.

"You are such a bad liar." he accused me and I just roll my eyes at him.

"Were you jealous?" He asked, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching. I was sinking into oblivion. I wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Weren't you jealous of Uzair?" I don't know why I brought him up but regretted it soon. His hold on my wrist tightened as he now breathed in deeply as if to calm his own self.

"I am not jealous of him. Why would I? After all I have you already." He spoke softly. "Huh! Right! thats why you shot him I guess." I rolled my eyes once more and stared sideways at the bed which was now empty.

"I shot him because he made a mistake of touching you." He explained further.

"So do you mean that I should shoot all your mistresses? Oh wait! Even better, I should shoot you for touching them." I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled like he had just found the lost piece of a puzzle.

"Waao! You are jealous." He was now grinning like a fool.

"So are you." I accused him too.

"I am not woman. I told you I have you. You like me more than you think you like him." He stated nonchalantly. I felt ashamed of the conversation we were having right now. "You are wrong. Just get off me and go off to sleep." I began to struggle again but he almost straddled me by pressing his entire body weight against mine.

"Okay. I'll have you talk to him right now. Let's see if he has your entire attention or me. If I win I can ask you for 3 things and the same goes for you. Deal?" I looked at him as if he had grown two heads. This was stupidity. He had a wicked look in his eyes as if challenging me. I wasn't quite sure of what I should do?

But I couldn't miss this chance. I had to talk to Uzair once, to know how he was. I still blamed myself for his pain.

"Deal." I nodded my head and he sniggered like never before. It seems as though he was already planning for his 3 wishes.

Confident much!

He fetched his brand new phone from the nightstand while still holding me tightly under him. "I'll fall. Leave my hand." I yelled. My arms were now paining. "I won't let you fall." His words had an underlying meaning to it. I could hear the sincerity in his voice and so I decided to drop the topic.

He dialed a number and placed it under my ears. "Let me hold it." I requested.

"Don't push your luck. I'll hold it for you so that I can cut it whenever I want." He smiled softly. My body was almost numbed because he was heavy.

The phone was ringing. "You won't put it on speaker?" I asked him. "No. I don't want to hear his voice nor do I want to know what he says. I trust you." I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't as Uzair's husky voice filled my ears.

"Hello." He spoke. I almost freezed and Humza narrowed his eyebrow at me. "Uzair." I whispered back. He didn't say a word for about a few seconds. "Anaabiya? Is that you? Oh my ALLAH I can't believe it. It's you. Are you fine?" He spoke hurriedly. Humza still looked at me skeptically.

"Yes I am fine. Howwwww areeee...whatttt are you doing?" I almost panicked when I felt Humza's lip on my neck. My breath hitched and all my senses seemed to have paralyzed.

"Who? Me? Umm.. I was just lying on my bed." Uzair spoke and I could imagine the puzzled expression on his face.

"Okk..Okay..Umm..How is you.. Your leg?" I managed to say. Humza was still trailing soft kisses on my soft spot, right behind my ear, slowly and steadily licking it.

"It's fine now..better at least." He spoke and I just shut my eyes enjoying what I had before me. How was he doing it? I bit my lips hard, stopping myself from saying anything stupid or worse moaning and losing the bet right now.

When I didn't say a word, Uzair began again. "I am sorry Anaabiya I know I shouldn't have left you. Even if he would have killed me, I should have stayed." There was a sadness in his voice but I couldn't help but pay the least bit of attention to his words.

Humza bit my neck and I gasp, quickly clearing my throat to make it seem 'normal'. "Yes you.. I agree." I don't even know what I was saying but I was drowning in the pool of pleasure, by each passing second, every time deeper than before. He was doing wonders to my body. He was now licking on the skin that he had bitten. My fear heightened as the fact that I was now utterly vulnerable settled in my heart. Meanwhile, Uzair did say something but I couldn't gasp what. "What? You think I am right?" He spoke again. "Yess.. I mean no I think you did the.... The Right thing by... Leaving.. Yes leaving." I spoke weirdly, losing my sanity completely by now.

"Why are you panting? Are you fine Anaabiya?" His voice held concern but I am such a selfish person. All I remembered was Humza and his lips at the moment.

I lick my lower lip nodding my head as if he could see me. Words seemed to have got caught in my throat choking me to death. His kisses were no longer restricted to my neck. He was now kissing my collarbone sensuously while moving downwards.

"Please stop." I moaned this time. "Stop what? What are you doing Anaabiya?" Uzair's confused voice was falling on deaf ears.

I could feel Humza chuckling against my skin as his victory was falling to his feet by now.

He again went back to the soft spot behind my ears and whispered ever so slowly. "Say my name and I will stop." Soon again he bagan his journey downwards. I had never felt like this before. I tried to think but I couldn't function properly.

He bit on the skin, a little lower than my collar bone, making me moan in pleasure. Uzair was continuously saying something but I couldn't take it anymore. A wave of vertigo washed over me. The bet could go to hell.

"Humza... Please stop.." I finally whimpered and moaned in ecstacy. He immediately disconnected the call and ceased his kisses from going below.

I was breathing heavily. He raised his head and I found him smirking at me. I so wanted to wipe that smirk of his face. I felt disoriented again.

"I won." He said proudly. "You cheated." I glared at him. For some odd reason I was extremely frustrated right now.

"You didn't say anything about cheating. Besides you could have pushed me too, You know, maybe by using your legs. I would have fallen down immediately. Well, Why didn't you?" His question had me shut my mouth immediately. I wondered too.

Why didn't I?

If not for spiritual, which genre do you think this story fits in?

E D I T E D on 4.2.2018