4. 4. GETTING INTRODUCED

Irshad’s P.O.V

I didn't let her go as I grab her lips more confidently and she easily gave me access as we share a long, deep passionate kiss as I lost myself completely in her. We share a long intimate kiss and when I broke apart, she covered her face behind her hands as she blushes red still refusing to glace at me.

All this is weird as her blushing kicks me in my gut making me realize that whoever she is had made a strong impact upon me which doesn’t feel good anymore. She turns away refusing to meet my face as a part of her creamy skin is visible and I bend down to nip it with my teeth and caressing it gently enjoying the pleasure that washed me and she moans in response.

What is wrong with me? My conscience screams as I drop light kisses along the column of her neck and she shudders in my arms grabbing me. She is a stranger in my bedroom on my wedding night and instead of throwing her out, I am kissing and enjoying her.

"Oh, Irshad!" She moans slightly as I bit her earlobe trying to make her lie on the bed to get better access as she had her arms around me. She knew my name which was a surprise but I didn’t want any answers now. I just want her.

I took her face in my hands and kiss her deep and raw suckling her lower lip as she moaned loudly again enraging the fire within me. "Oh! You are making...me...crazy."

"I don't understand..." I breathe in her ear, kissing her jawline when she finally opens her eyes to look at my face. As soon as she did, her eyes turned wide with pure horror as she screams and pull herself away from my embrace grabbing on to her heavy lehenga she jumped to her feet and crawled away terrified.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" She asks horrified as she searches the room for something to use as protection. "Where is my husband?!"

"Please calm down, Madam..." I say calmly trying to reassure her realizing my mistake as I regret my actions. What has come over me as I have never acted on such impulses before and I was on the verge of making love to this stranger without second thoughts? The way she looked at me now made my stomach knot as I didn’t like the uncertainty and fear in those lovely eyes. Alhumdulillah, I was grateful that she helped me snap out of it.

"I am...I am…uh, Irshad Khan and I own this villa…I got married today and you are?" I introduce myself professionally as all this feels awkward but I try to convince her that I am a good person as the fear in her eyes fades slightly as she replies.

"Ghazal...I just don't understand how I am here...and if you are Irshad then where is Farooq?" she asks me as if I knew all the answers. I am totally confused and now after her confession, I am in greater trouble.

I was supposed to marry my secretary, Hiba Hussain and we had signed a legal contract for this marriage. I had offered her an amount to put up this façade and later she can walk out to continue her life further. She told me that she would prefer opting for a 'fake name' for a while as this wasn't a legal thing between them.

"Mister...whoever you are...please can you find out what is going on as I am scared. Can you please send me home?" She pleads with panic and tears in her eyes as she gets to her feet lifting her heavy bridal lehenga and walks to the door. I sprint in action and close the bedroom door surprising her as our gazes clash for few moments and she studies me confused. Her eyes are beautiful chocolate brown as they melt my insides and did things that I never experience before and then my gaze shifts to her lips and suddenly, I am tempted to take them in mine.

What's wrong with me?! I scold myself tearing my gaze away from her because I may end up attacking those lovely lips again.

"It's already after 4 in the morning and I don't know if anyone is up as we had a long, hectic day. I will see what I can do but for time being please call someone at your house and inform the situation." I request checking my watch as she assess my mobile before snatching it eagerly and dialled few numbers but stops cursing herself in frustration.

"Ya Allah! I am so blank. I just don't remember the number and my mobile is at my place." She finally answers. She slams the mobile on her head as if punishing herself for being stupid.

"Miss...please don't panic. Calm down..." I assure her as she realize it is my phone she is messing with so she hands it to me feeling embarrassed mumbling 'I am sorry."

“What is your name, Miss?” I ask her as she mumbles Ghazal and it get printed in my memory.

“Miss. Ghazal, let me see if there is something I could do now,” I confront her as she glares at me.

The uncertain look in her eyes makes it very clear that she didn’t trust my intentions.

I place my phone aside as I walk out of my room hoping to see someone but everyone had headed back to their rooms and the house is completely dark and silent. Everyone is lost in deep slumber as the house is also filled with guests and any sort of commotion will cause tensions and trouble at this hour.

I had no option but to keep her in my room for the night and as soon as morning arrives, I should be on my toes and get this sorted out. I return to my room as Ghazal strides impatiently and approach me.

“Everyone is asleep and I can’t do anything till morning,” I tell her and walk towards the changing room leaving her alone to think and decide. I change into a night suit as I am worried too and feel confused as to how she landed in my room.

I step out of the room finding her sitting on the corner of the couch fidgeting as she looks at me and speaks up.

“I can’t stay here with you,”

“This is no time to offer you a separate room but trust me that I will keep my distance and won’t do anything inappropriate,” I tell her firmly as she appears upset and I speak up to assure her further. “We have no choice…”

She lets out a long sigh and reaches for her suitcase pulling out her belongings as I keep my eyes on her. She walks inside the changing room and as soon as she disappears, I sigh in relief. At least, she agreed to stay for tonight but how did this even happen? Where the hell is Hiba? I try calling her but her mobile is unreachable making me brood sensing something fishy.

She storms out of the door and takes her place on the far couch which is the sitting area muttering something to her feeling irritated. I want to offer her my bed but she didn’t seem to entertain me as I could hear her sniff and decide to leave her on her own for some time. This isn’t normal for any of us. I toss and turn in bed realizing that I couldn’t sleep even after so much exhaustion as everything appeared so vague and ambiguous now.

I walk up to her noticing that she has fallen asleep giving me a chance to look at her without any hesitations. I realize, that she is no more than 25 years old and she had removed her 'ghoonghat' and jewelry aside tossing away the huge garlands of flowers too. She chose to be in her sharara and the position in which she had slept made me realize that she is terribly exhausted and drifted off immediately.

I hesitantly adjust her in a comfortable position arranging pillows hoping she would wake up but she is dead asleep. I hear her snoring slightly as I smile for no reason as she appears childish to be married. She looks cute and innocent as I stretch her legs properly and cover her with a duvet as my eyes refuse to let her go as they relish her beauty. I brush my hand on her hair before I decide to return to my bed and sleep waiting for morning to arrive. Will she leave in the morning for good?

I sleep on the bed parallel to the way she is sleeping as I keep looking at her. She is charming, beautiful, and young for my age as I am around 32 and as I try to drift off to sleep, my little rendezvous where we shared few minutes of intimacy and kisses replays as I smiled to myself. I enjoy them. Suddenly, I didn't want her to leave yet. Not so early as I desire to know her and something told me that I have grown a deep liking and connection to this unknown stranger.

She had made a terrible mess of my mind and sabotaged my insides as to what I am yearning is impossible. I shake the thoughts away from my head and turn to the opposite side feeling suddenly restless deep down at the thought that she would be gone tomorrow morning. I cannot keep her without her will but my inside keeps plotting about ways to keep her here for some time and actually, the idea sounds convincing and tempting.

I have no idea when I fell asleep but when I flutter open my eyes making it evident that its morning already with sunlight filtering as I sit up looking around and that's when everything comes to my mind in flashbacks. Last night, my marriage and the stranger in bedroom makes my eyes scan to the couch and she is nowhere.

"Where did she go?" I think as my eyes went to the door which is closed and I wonder if she had decided to leave without informing anyone of us. Ya Allah! Please let her be here! I jump from my bed and jog in search of my little stranger knowing that I have no clue about her which means I lose her forever today.