Her Replaced Husband ✓

¶chapter fourty eight¶

~ Your heart should only beat for me.~ (2)

"What happened when I wasn't here?" Faris asked which made her confused. It wasn't what she wanted to hear or anticipated. She was even questioning him while on the other hand, he did one in return.

Faris's eyes were burning with anger and she was stunned to find it. His neck veins were so prominent because he had harshly clenched his jaw that Ajwa suddenly remember her father. When he used to be hostile towards her mother; he used to look the same. Were these the emotions of Faris? Was this something that he had been hiding from her? Ajwa had never seen him like this before.

"What did Faraan say to you?" He again inquired and he looked on the verge of losing his cool.

Her jaw dropped in fear, humiliation, and resentment. What was he going to say? What did Faraan actually spit on him against her? Ajwa knew it must be him who had told Faris this since she and Faraan were the only ones who knew it. She had slapped him. What if he said bad things about her to Faris? Then what would she do?

Faris grabbed her right arm. "What ludicrous things he said to you? What the hell did he do to you? Tell me, Ajwa."  

There Ajwa was completely doubtful of this. What was he trying to say? He never swore and now he was doing it and that too for his own brother.

She swallowed to wet her dried throat. "He was misbehaving with me. He was saying weird things to me." Ajwa lifted her face to see him but the look in his eyes made her tremble. "Faris, he isn't like what you are thinking. He hasn't accepted our marriage. He has made this a hurt to his ego and he wants to---"

Faris now placed his strong hand on her other delicate arm as well and pulled her towards him. He was gritting his teeth as he was trying to absorb whatever she was saying. But in contrast to his reaction, eyes, and expressions, his touch was very gentle on her. As though he didn't want to hurt due to the rage burning inside him. As someone who was still very precious to him and harming her would harm him instead.

"You are mine. Just mine. I will tell the whole world that you are only mine. And if...if someone will try to look at you with a single bad eye, I will not waste a second to pop out those damn eyes," he murmured sternly.

Ajwa was getting more and more shocked by his behavior. But before she could get a chance to speak anything, Faris's hot and eager lips were pressed against her. Her pupils got dilated at this sudden and off-the-track move. She looked at him who had just closed his eyes while his hands were resting on the sensitive and delicate flesh of her neck, almost covering the area.

Today Faris didn't go for softness and nuzzling. He had a fury simmering inside his whole body due to all the circumstances. The first time felt so much longing and avarice for her. If he wouldn't feel her near him right now, he wouldn't be able to take the next breath.

Faris stroked the curves of her stomach sensually when she was stiff in giving him access. She was still so confused over this unexpected turn of events and such a possessive of Faris. Ajwa gasped in response and then she accepted the charm of his touch, closeness, and lips. She closed her eyes while resting her both hands on his chest. Faris made his way inside her mouth, exploring each and every corner of it lusciously as it was the most needed thing right now.

That was so different than any of the kisses they shared. They were never this hot and burning. But right now Faris was making her feel so much that she was lost in his demanding lips and clever hands busy stroking the skin of her neck and throat.

Ajwa tried to kiss him back but it resulted in his flinching. He pulled away from her and here she scowled at him for this annoying halt of such a beautiful and alluring moment. Faris hissed and then touched his lower lip. His wound was now bleeding again and Ajwa sniffed at its sight.