He is not mine.
He never was.
My heart lived in a delusional world thinking he felt something for me.
Did I mistook his care for love ?
Was I wrong ?
Was I wrong when I saw the flames of possession dance in his eyes when I was informed of my admi...
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THIRD PERSON'S POV
How do you control love ?
It was something she desperately seeked an answer to. The desperation she craved, to control her feelings for him, to lock them inside the depths of her heart, to push them down so deep, that no one could pull them to the surface.
She craved love, and he could only give her friendship.
There was no future.
Days passed and everything turned normal, except for her feelings and Mustafa's care for her. Both of them increased. After that incident his care increased for ten folds if that was even possible. He started to care for her like she was some hospital patient. Maybe it was the guilt he harbored for hurting her... A week ago, he put ban on her running as she had nicked her toenail when she was chasing Osama but It wasn't only her who was tortured alone, poor Osama was also schooled for his behavior, and junk food was banned for a whole month.
With her, he behaved like a mother hen. First he had pulled her with him to hospital and injected a big injection on her arm, to prevent septic, and then the next second she saw him passing antibiotics tablets to her. It went on for a week, as he stated that taking them would heal her wound faster. There wasn't a single day when he was not found hovering over her.
He was making it difficult for her. From their last incident in the kitchen she had promised herself to maintain a little distance and try to forget her love.... She knew Mustafa would never love her like she wanted and distancing herself from him would be the best decision. But the thought that she could stop loving him and cease those feelings inside her heart, was going down in drain. She was losing the battle, her heart was strong, not ready to abandon it's owner. With each passing day her love was growing stronger.
Days passed in his thoughts and her nights passed with him hovering over her, fussing over every small thing related to her. She even scolded him once for his overbearing behavior, but he shut her up threatening, he would shift all his work to home and annoy her for one whole week with his presence. Not only her, but Osama too was horrified with his words. He even stopped talking to her for endangering his precious life....She felt ridiculously annoyed with both the brothers glaring at her for no reason. They were too much.
“Where are you lost ?”Osama's voice broke her trance and she smiled turning towards him. “Nothing.” It was such a blessing that no one had the power to hear thoughts, otherwise she was sure both the brothers would have murdered her for her noble thoughts.
“Then why are you not eating ? You have heaven in front of you and you are lost in God knows who's thoughts.” It was just a statement but it didn't settled well with two people. Maria frowned at his rubbish remark, but it was Mustafa who's reaction was grave, worth watching. He turned towards his brother and glared, the grip on his spoon tightening, looking like someone killed his puppy.
