《She Was Made For Him✔》Chapter 47
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I entered in my room and literally threw myself on sofa. I was hell of a tired.
Lights were off only moonlight was lighting up the roon.
I took off my boots and took clothes from wardrobe and went to change.
When I came back I saw tooba speaking some incoherent words in her sleep. I was unable to understand.
S
uddenly she started shouting in her sleep.
"Please!..... Don't hurt.... him.... Don't..hurt!!"
She started crying in her sleep.
I ran towards her and sat beside her.
"Tooba tooba!"
I shoke her from shoulder and she sat up screaming.
"Leave me! Leave me! Don't hurt him!"
She was panicking badly.
I quickly turned on the lights.
"Tooba Jan(life) its me! Your Rehab. Look!"
I tried to calm her down but all in vain as she started shooking her head badly.
Sweat was dripping down her face and neck.
She started pulling her hair still crying and telling me to not touch her.
She was getting out of control.
"TOOBA!!!!"
I shouted gripping her wrists tightly and she seemed to notice me.
I pinned her hair behind her ears.
"What were you doing? Why were you hurting yourself?"
I asked cupping her cheeks.
She stayed quite and kept on staring.
Tears started tolling her cheeks.
"Shh!"
I wiped her tears with my thumb and pulled her in a hug and she burst into tears.
"Rehab..."
"Shh! Love I am here! I am here right in your arms."
"He ..was.. Going..to ..kill..you.."
She said between hiccups.
"No one can dare to touch your Rehab. Hmm?"
"Rehab!!!.."
She started crying heavily.
"Love what happened? Tell me!"
I cupped her cheeks.
"He.."
She pointed in air remembering something.
"Han? (Yes?)"
"He..tried to kiss..me.. He touched me here and here too. I..was feeling..disgusted by..his touch..."
She tried to speak between hiccups pointing towards her lips, neck and waist.
My blood got boiled and I clenched my fists to control my anger.
I didn't want her to see my beasty side.
I closed my eyes to control my steady breathing.
"Remove his touches Rehab! Replace them by yours. Just..remove...his..touches."
She said between hiccups and put my hands on her waist then at her neck and kept moving them all over her.
"I am feeling disgusted. Disgusted!!"
She started panicking again.
I can't see her in pain.
Without another thought I jerked her towards me and smashed my lips on hers.
I felt her body calming down gradually.
I started pouring my all emotions in kiss.
It was seeming like I was ensuring her that no one has a right to touch her but me.
Ensuring her that she is mine and only belongs to me.
Ensuring her that no one can snatch her from me till my last breath.
My hands were moving up and down on her arms, neck and back.
I pulled back and joined our foreheads.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.
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Her features were now soothed.
I tried to get glass of water from table but she stopped me from getting out of bed.
"No! Don't go!"
She pleaded.
"I am not going anywhere just fetching water for you."
I stroked her hair.
"No! I don't need water. Just don't go! Please!"
She shoke her head.
"Acha OK!"
I sat back but I knew she needs to drink water after crying this much.
I pulled her in my lap and stood up and walked towards sofa.
I sat on sofa with her in my lap and poured water from jar to glass.
She was holding me tightly.
Too tightly!!
"Tooba.."
I called upon her softly.
I stroked her back and again called her. This time she hummed and looked at me.
I wiped sweat from her forehead and brought glass of water to her lips. She gulped down whole glass in one breath and again hide her face in the crook of my neck.
"Sleepy?"
I asked and she nodded.
I look her bridal style and walked towards bed.
I made her lay in the center of bed and lied beside her switching off the lights.
I pulled her to my chest and put my chin on her head.
"You knew tooba where I saw you for the first time?"
I tried to divert her mind and this was my favourite topic on which I can talk till the day of judgment untiring.
That was the day when I first saw the love of my life.
She looked at me curiously and shoke her head.
"Wanna know?
"Yeah!!"
She said suddenly with great enthusiasm.
I smiled.
"You remember Miral? Your neighbour?"
"Yeah I know her. She is such a pretty girl."
"So you remember her sister's mehndi night?"
"I remember I went there in ...."
"Black dress!"
I completed for her and she looked at me shocked
.
"How do you know?..wait!! Were you there?
Her eyes widened.
"Yeah! Abdullah, her sister's groom and Zarar her husband are my school mates."
She was still shocked.
"You remember when a boy spilt his drink on your dress by mistake and you poured whole water bottle on him intentionally?"
"Yeah and I said that I did it by mistake."
She said thinking.
"That was the moment when I monitored a girl's every move for the first time in my life. The way your lips twitched in naughtiness, the way you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows in anger, the way you swayed your duppata (veil) in pride, the way your eyes teinkled in happines, all made me go crazy for you. You know I couldn't sleep for whole week thinking about you and then I started following you."
I was looking at random spot while making irregular shapes on her back under her shirt.
"First I thought to ignore it but then I was scared."
She said smiling.
"But the way you manipulated me for nikkah I still hate you for this."
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She said pouting.
I kissed tip of her nose laughing.
"I hadn't any other option left. "
She hummed and put her head on my chest.
I was thinking about Ibtihaj and his father.
After which felt like hours I was brought out of my trance by Tooba's little snores and a smile crept over my lips.
I kissed her forheaf and rested my head in the crook of her neck.
I was already tired like hell but I couldn't tell that to my this innocent soul .
I thought looking at tooba and closed my eyes.
Soon sleep consumed me in its embrace.
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I hugged tooba and sat in Haider's car.
Zara and Ramza had already gone with their husbands.
Zaroon took Neha to her friend's place as she needed some notes.
I was again left with this idiot.
He put his shades on and started driving.
I put my head on seat and closed my eyes.
After some moments I felt car coming to halt.
Damn! I slept again. Why I am this much of sleepyhead?
I looked around and saw thet we were waiting for signal to get green.
I slidded down the window and soon cold breeze hit my face making me smile.
The sky was cloudy.
It was seeming as if its going to rain soon.
My attention drifted to a knock .
I
looked at my side but their was no one and then I looked at Haider's side and saw a little boy standing their with flowers and
Flower bangles in his hands.
I looked at Haider who didn't hear him because of handfrees in his ears.
I slapped his arm. He glared at me and I signalled towards that child with my hand.
He mouthed 'oh' and slided his window down.
"Yes child?"
That child stretched flowers and in front of him and a beautiful smile broke on his lips.
"So pretty.."
He said looking at them.
"Bhai (brother) please buy these."
That child said.
"These are so beautiful but what I would do with them? Wait!"
He said took a note of 500 rupees in front of that child.
"Take this!"
He said stretching note in front of child.
"No! I can't take it. I am not begging. I am selling them. My mom says its illegal to beg in front of any human except Allah!"
He said shooking his head.
"Please! You see these flower bangles will look beautiful in bhabhi's hands."
He said pointing at me and my jaw dropped to ground.
"Who Bhabhi? Whose Bhabhi?"
Haider said straightening with shock.
"She!"
He pointed at me.
Haider looked at me and our eyes met. But he broke the eye contact by bursting in laughter.
"Man!! Its hilarious! She! I mean she! My wife? No never and kabhi nhi!!"
He said shooking his head while laughing.
Am I that bad?
I didn't know why I felt hurt but I quickly composed myself.
"Hey boy come here!"
I signalled boy to come to my side but Haider stopped him.
"OK give me 2 flower bangles."
"Sure sir!!"
He said smiling and stretched two bakes in front of Haider.
Haider gave him again 500 rupees and took bangles from him.
"They are too much!"
That boy said shocked.
"Not more than your cuteness."
Haifer ruffled his hair and bid farewell cause signal got green already.
I had a craze for flower bangles since childhood but this man! Argh!
I was wondering for whom did he buy them.
Did he buy them for me?
And a current of excitement ran all over my body on my thought.
I was excited for Allah knows why.
"Haider!!"
"Hmmm!"
He hmm looking out.
"Why did you buy these flower bangles?"
I said pointing at dashboard where bangles were kept.
"What do you think?"
"Hmm! Nothing."
And a weird silence occupied us.
"I bought them for Bhabhi. She has a craze of flower bangles."
He said smiling lovingly.
I felt my heart breaking in pieces.
All my excitement vanished in a mere second.
How can I be this stupid to think about him giving these to me. He doesn't like me wait wait! He even hates me.
I got out of my trance by a melodious tune ringing in a car.
I turned my head and saw Haider fixing volume on car radio.
I put my hand on button and changed the song.
He glared at me and again repeat that song which he played earlier.
I again changed it.
This continued until he took hold of my hand and pinned it beneath his hand on staring wheel with a jerk causing my head to collide with his shoulder.
"Ouch!"
I rubbed my forehead with other hand.
Tingles can be felt in my whole body by his minor touch.
"Stay still!"
He said sternly and I kept quite.
I was about to change song again with my other hand when I head his voice and my hand stopped in air.
"Dare to change song and I will kick you out of my car. That's my favourite song!"
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"That's my car!!"
He said smirking.
"Here we go again with our, Mr. Riche rich drama."
I murmered and turned my head other side.
"Did you day something?"
He asked but I ignored him making faces.
I heard him laughing and I glared at window.
Whole zoo was dancing in my stomach cause my hand was still in his grip.
I put my head on seat and closed my eyes.
I was woken up by a slight jerk on my shoulder.
I sat up straight with a jolt.
"Your highness! We reached your castle. Would you like me to escort you to your room?"
He said dramatically and I rolled my eyes.
"No need!"
I straightened my duppata and stepped out of car saying Allah Hafiz.
As I was about to ring bell my eyes landed on my wrist and became saucer sized seeing them on my wrist.
I quickly looked on my other hand and saw flower bangles on both of my hands.
A huge smile broke on my lips.
I quickly turned around and saw a smile on Haider's lips. A genuine one!
We both we're smiling idiotically.
He broke smiling contest and saluted with two fingers and raced the car.
Soon car was pacing on road and I was smiling looking at its back.
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