His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 11

He dragged her to the quiet place, and then he looked at her from top to down. She could feel is dirty eyes on her. The cold air was touching her forehead.

"I will not force myself on you, but I will show you something which will lead you to come in my arms automatically," he said with a smirk.

"What?" she asked, angrily.

He chuckled and then he showed her the ring. Her expression turned horrible.

"I will destroy it, or worse, I will give it to your fiancée," he said.

"No, you can't do it," she said, screaming.

"Oh baby, I can, I know where you live. Do you think that day when you escaped I left you?" he asked in a sinister voice.

Her face turned white. He threw her on his car's bonnet and her hand hit the car's sharp light holder, harshly. She was bleeding.

He pressed his body against her. She was struggling.

"Accept what I want or else I will show you how much I need you. What will they think? That we are having an affair if I could, keep this ring?" he said.

Her heart jumped, and two furious blue eyes came into her mind.

He will kill me.

Atta was smirking.

"Think about it," he said while holding her hands harshly. She pushed him away and ran as fast as she could. She was crying and shaking.

The whole college was looking at her leaving. She was running home.

"What happened to her?" asked Sunita, who was sitting with Haeem.

He narrowed his eyes and then his gaze fell on Atta, who was smirking at her.

Haeem clenched his teeth.

"Oh no, she is the next target of his tricks. What a shame," said Sunita.

"I will be back," he said and got up and rushed towards the roof where his friends were sitting.

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She ran home and opened the main door with a thud. He was studying in the study room when he heard a thug sound.

Expressionlessly, he got up and walked towards the door. He opened the door and looked out. She was running towards the kitchen crying.

His expression changed, and he walked after her in a rush.

She filled the whole glass with water and drank it all. She was taking deep breaths.

After relaxing, she felt a cold glance behind her. She turned, and her heart dropped to her stomach. He was looking at her with stone and angry expressions.

He walked towards her slowly and she took a few steps back.

She felt his eyes were crossing her soul as if he was detecting something odd in her. She gulped.

"Why have you come here in a rush? Why so early? Were you not in college?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I, I was...my classes were over," she said.

"Every class gets over in two hours, and it took you only an hour to come back," he said while crossing his arm around his chest.

"I, I did not want to," she lied in a very inexperienced manner. He walked a bit closer, she had no escape.

"Remember, I have kept my eyes on you," he said in a whisper. She was avoiding eye contact with the devil.

"Oh you were so needy that you did not want to leave me here, you wanted to take advantage of my parents' absence and have some moments with me," he said in a deep voice. Her heart started rushing fast.

She could feel his body heat and that very familiar fragrance.

He moved even closer and his lower body started touching her stomach. He was indeed so taller than her.

There was a thing in his blue eyes that made her cheeks turn red like tomatoes.

He held her waist and brought his lips near.

She closed her eyes as her body was no longer in her control, but then she realized what trap she was going into. She pushed him away. He was not ready for this lost balance and fell on the shelf ahead.

His eyes turned furious. He clenched his teeth. She was shocked about what she had done. She ran but at the same time, he held her hand.

She felt a pinning sensation on her already injured hand. He looked at her and then at her hand. His hand felt something wet on her hand, and then he realized that it was blood.

His expression changed.

"Saliha, what happened to your hand?" he asked, furiously. She looked at him and then at his hand.

I am trapped, he will know. Now what should I do?

"Tell me," he ordered, angrily.

"I, I was walking on the street when a cycle hit me," she said, without looking at him.

"A cycle?' he asked doubtfully. "A cycle on that road?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Please believe, please believe.

She was unable to determine what he was thinking.

He softly dragged her towards the dining chair and walked upstairs.

After a while, he appeared with a first aid box in his hand.

"Show me your hand," he demands again.

"It's, it's nothing," she said, avoiding his contact. He gave her an angry sigh.

"I said show me your hand," he said while putting pressure on 'each word'.

She placed her hand in front of him. He examined the hand and his expression slightly changed. Before she could recognize that, he turned his expression cold again.

He dressed and bandaged her hand perfectly.

He is so professional.

She felt his glance turn colder.

Why has he been so bloody cold?

"Don't let your hand get wet for three days," he said while getting up.

Where is the guy who showed care for a while?

He took out his phone and was now typing something. She was staring at him. He had indeed the most handsome features she ever saw. He looked Caucasian with his deep blue, lion-shaped eyes, and his light brown hair was so appealing. She had gotten lost in him for a while.

'Have you done staring?' he asked without looking at her. She had gone startled.

"If you do, then leave," he said, harshly.

Manic, idiot.

She got up and walked up to the room.

She closed the door behind her and walked towards the bed. She was feeling anxious.

If he knows, he will blame me for the ring. I will not let that bastard destroy that ring. .

"I don't care about everyone but Roman, that devil will eat me," she thought, and felt a chill through her spine.