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He clipped his fingers right in front of me, snapping me out of my day dream. "What were you thinking?" He questioned.

"Nothing. Will you please move. You will break my hand now." He left my hand at once and I ram it on his chest but his body was still pressed up against mine. I was grateful that he was wearing a lose shirt right now and I didn't have to see his unclad chest and muscles again because they made my heart flutter weirdly.

"Now about my three demands." He began when I interrupted him. I could see the imaginary devil's horn on his head.

"What three demands?" I asked him innocently. He glared at me with burning ferocity. "Don't you start with me." He spoke angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I looked away trying to search for anything that could help me escape and abscond without him getting hurt.

"So you don't remember it." He was enraged. "No." Was my only answer.

"Then I guess I have to remind you." He spoke wickedly as he soon began to nuzzle his head in the crook of my neck. I felt similar tingles again as I tried to push him away. I felt a little dizzy.

"Okay please stop doing that. I do remember it." I groaned in frustration and he raised his head to meet my eyes. "I'll stop for now." His words had an underlying meaning to it and I felt quiver run down my spine in response.

"But you cheated." I accused him again. "Think whatever you want. I just want my three wishes." He smirked.

"And what are those?" I

Cocked an eyebrow at him, anticipating his answer. "For now, sleep with me on the bed." His voice had softened and my eyes had widened. I looked at him amusingly.

"Not happening." I told him. I wasn't going to sleep next to him. I felt goosebumps at the mere thought of it. I remember what happens every time he was lying beside or on top of me.

"Then I won't move. I will sleep like this. You are quite comfortable actually." There was this smug smile on his lip that made him look even more handsome and strikingly gorgeous.

"Fine, but you won't touch me." I sniggered and this time he groaned audibly. "Fine, just sleep. I am very tired now." He finally declared. "Move then." I uttered.

He moved away at once while scrunching his nose again. His wounds must have pained. "Does it pain?" I probed. "A little." He answered before pulling me by my wrist.

He tugged me towards the bed and made me lie down towards the left while he himself sprawled towards the right but not before detaching his shirt and torturing me again.

"I don't like to sleep with my shirt on." He said the obvious. He was facing me while I faced the ceiling. I just wanted to sleep right now. There were only two pillows in the room. One under his head and one under mine, so I kept the pillow that I was resting my head on, in the the middle. He gave me a bemused look immediately.

"I don't trust you." I looked at him skeptically. "You'll have a pain in your shoulders in the morning. At least rest your head in my arms." He spoke casually. "In your dreams." I huffed before turning around to face the other side of the bed, where his face wouldn't be visible. I heard him heaving a dejected sigh.

I then shut my eyes letting sleep over take. It wasn't long before I fell into deep slumber. It was a peaceful sleep until in the morning sunlight hit my eyes making me groan in frustration. I didn't want to wake up. I tried to turn towards the other side where the sun rays won't interrupt my sleep but my limbs felt extremely heavy, almost as if I was trapped and imprisoned. I moaned as I knew I had no other option but to open my eyes. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to look at my surroundings.

I was astonished to see Humza's body entangled with mine. I couldn't blame him because I was equally straddling him. Heat crawled up my cheeks as an array of emotions hit me at the same time. I felt stupid and vulnerable. My respire hitched. I hurriedly moved my hands away from his naked back. We were cuddling? I studied his face. He was looking so innocent. There was a little drool on the corner of his mouth and I couldn't help but smile because I found him adorable.

Our legs were intertwined and his head was almost resting on my shoulder. His one hand was below my head while the other one was inside my top, tightly gripping my bare stomach. I would like to think that it remained there without moving above or below the entire night. My heart was doing a flip flop. I tried struggling but my efforts were all in vain. I looked around for the pillow that was supposed to protect me from him, only to find it on his other side.

Now I know how we must have gotten into this situation. "Humza Move your hand." I whispered in his ears, honestly because I didn't want him to encounter my bad breathe in the morning. "Hmmm." He groaned whilst tightening his hold on my stomach. My stomach had a buzzing feeling that vibrated right throughout my body. I heard him making a wierd sound with his teeth almost like clattering it and I remembered Nabiha doing the same when she was small. Humza is such a baby. He had wierd sleeping habits.

"Humza please move." He groaned again but nevertheless he opened his one eye meeting mine. He looked at me for about a couple of seconds but when realization hit him hard, he abruptly moved away. He was now sitting on his side of the bed while I began to get up too. I was still sitting on my side of the bed, adjusting my cloth which seemed to have been disoriented just like my body.

The room was thronged with silence as neither of us said a thing. I expected Humza to say something playful but when I looked at him, he had this straight face which was a devoid of any emotion. He wasn't saying a thing and it looked like he was profusely thinking about something.

I looked away as I searched for my hijab now. It was fallen on the floor. I picked it up, as I got up from the bed. I then tied my disheveled hair and clutched it behind. I looked at him to find him staring back at me with a look that I couldn't decipher.

He still didn't say a word and from what I could see he wasn't in his best mood. I only found it safe to leave the room before I had a heart attack. I scurried away without looking back.

I entered Bibijaans room to find only Maliha here. I straightaway went to the washroom to take a bath as I knew it would help me ease my mind.

When I was done, I offered my namaz and asked ALLAH for help. I was in a state of dilemma. I wouldn't deny the feelings that were developing in the pit of my heart for Humza but I didn't want to get hurt. He was very different from the man I had always imagined.

By the time I was done with it, Bibijaan strolled in. "You are awake." She stated with a smile. "Yes. Assalam o alaikum Bibijaan. Are you fine today?" I questioned after folding the prayer mat and placing it beside Maliha's sleeping form.

"Walaikum assalam and yes I am fine. Humza's parents won't be coming today. There flight was delayed. They'll come tomorrow, so we'll be shifting to our old mansion today." Bibijaan gave me all the information and I nodded my head in understanding.

After a few hours we were already in the car. The house was on the outskirts and far away from Ahmed's house. There were two cars. Huzaifa was driving one of them, the one in which I was currently in. Humza sat beside him and for some unknown reason he had been avoiding me. He didn't even look at me and I was confused. I didn't really know what wrong had I done.

I was so agitated. It took almost two hours for us to reach his house and it was next to a palace. It was bigger than the previous one and it looked older too. The guards opened the gate for us as Huzaifa parked the car inside. Humza's men greeted him with respect.

He still didn't spare me a glance, gone was the playful Humza now. He was brooding all the time. I felt as though I had been dreaming for the past couple of days.

As we strode inside, we were welcomed by his mistresses. I almost facepalmed myself there. Almost each one of them hugged him. I shook my head in anger. He was never going to change. What was I even thinking?

Malika's eyes twinkled with wickedness and mischief as she stared at me. What was she upto now?

The house looked like a seven star hotel. It was so extravagant from the inside. From the L shaped sofa to a recliner, the foyer had it all. The walls were a shade of red. Luxurious items decorated the entire place.

Humza was seated on one of the furnitures while some of his mistresses sat around him, asking him about his health. I was standing beside Maliha as both of us didn't like his mistresses and wanted to murder them now.

"So what happened that night?" Malika asked him. "Someone did it on purpose. Someone had hit me with a club and whoever it was, they were responsible for the fire too." He clenched his teeth and all the others gasped, that included me too. It meant that his life was in danger and whoever they were, they could try to do it again. Fear filled my insides as I cringed back thinking of him getting hurt again.

"They?" Huzaifa narrowed his eyes. "Yes they were two. A man and a woman. They purposely locked me in my room so that I could be dead by now" Humza explained. "But everybody was down in the party. Nobody was up there in either of the floors. You and Anaabiya were the only one's." Huzaifa spoke again but Humza remained silent this time.

"Maybe she was the one who did it then with her lover boy." Malika accused and all eyes at once snapped to me except for Humza's. Anger seemed to have blurred my vision by now. "Are you accusing me for trying to kill him?" I seethed.

"Yes offcourse. You were the only one up there." She said coyly. "I was locked in my own room and I was injured. You can ask Humza." I pointed out and waited for Humza to defend me but he didn't.

"Well that's easy. You are such a good actor and the lover boy must have locked you before running away so that nobody would blame you." She looked around trying to see how many people were convinced with her story and apparently everyone was.

Pain like never before slammed into my heart. An air of despondency and dejection settled around me stabbing me in the heart. My eyes were at Humza but I realized Maliha was always right when she said that he would never say a thing to Malika. Why was she so important?

A tear roll down my cheeks and soon after another one followed. It was his reaction that hurt me the most. Did he believe her too? I Never wanted to cry in front of anybody but this time I was forced to. They were all looking at me accusingly, even Maliha. Nobody defended me. Allah aren't you watching me? I Questioned within the walls of my heart.

"There you go. Such a good actor. Why don't you go away with your lover boy and stop whoring around." She spat. In almost a fraction of seconds Humza's hand was tightly gripping her neck and his eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. Everyone gasped at his sudden outburst and my eyes were literally popping out by now. "Don't." He shook his head as if he was trying to calm himself. "Just don't forget who you are and don't you fucking accuse my wife ever again or I am going to smoulder you into nothing." He seethed and I looked at him in astonishment. Did he just take my side? Did he just shout at her for me?

Malika tried moving his hand but failed miserably. Humza was a very strong man. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and thanked ALLAH a zillion times. I did feel bad for her because I had been in the same situation not long ago. Tears were falling from her eyes incessantly.

Huzaifa placed his hand on Humza's shoulder. "Humza let her go. You are choking her." Huzaifa's voice held a lot of concern. Humza only tightened his grip around her neck and she began to cough. I didn't want her to die so I couldn't help but intervene.

"Humza." I almost whispered but he heard it anyway as his eyes immediately snapped towards me. His eyes softened as they locked with mine and I shook my head while gulping down the lump in my throat.

He almost shrugged her away loosening his unyielding grip around her neck and she stumbled back clumsily.

Without sparing her a glance Humza splintered towards me and caught my wrist tightly. His face still held no emotions as he tugged me along with him towards the spiral staircase. I wondered where he was taking me. I wanted to thank him too but I couldn't find my voice.

We walked in a corridor similar to Ahmed's house. He then pushed open one of the doors and shoved me inside while he himself remained outside, shutting the door right at my face.

What on earth is wrong with him?

I was breathing heavily from the little marathon. I tried opening the door but it was locked from outside. I looked around to find this room even more luxurious and beautiful. I jumped on my bed. I was amazed at how easily I forgot about Malika's words because Humza's words had strangely made me happy.

The bed was comfortable, even more than my previous round bed. These beds had so conformable mattresses unlike the one I had back in my home. It had a sagging mattress and coil springs that wouldn't allow me a peaceful sleep sometimes.

The curtains here were long and layered, made up of satin and lace. The persian carpet felt so soft under my feet. The wooden bedposts had pretty carvings of rose and each end had solid brass ball finials. There was no wardrobe. This place had a walk in closet. I squealed in delight just like a baby. I felt like a princess here, ironically I was far from being one.

Time had passed by faster than I could have imagined. Maliha had come in the afternoon and the evening. She even apologized to me for not standing up for me. She was also the one who unlocked my door. I forgave her as she wasn't at fault here. We talked a little and for some odd reason I didn't leave my room even once. I had my lunch in this room itself.

I was unable to sleep the following night. I was extremely confused by the change of events. My life had taken a 360° turn.

I was tossing and turning on my bed as I was missing Humza beside me and sleep was far away right now. What the hell is wrong with me?

I was busy thinking about all the happenings of today, when I heard a knock at my door. I was puzzled as I glanced at the watch. It was 2AM. Who could it be?

I was scared but nevertheless I trusted ALLAH. He is my protector. Another knock on my door and I was on my feet this time. I ambled towards the door slowly, unbolting it.

I pulled it open and shock soon consumed me as I found Humza standing at my door with a pillow in his hand. "I can't sleep." He professed. He looked so handsome that words wouldn't even suffice it. "So?" I asked quizzically as I camouflaged my thoughts.

"Sleep with me." He finally said leaving me in utter shock.

on 4.2.2018