SEVENTY-THREE

AYSHAM’S POV:

I was glad since the party was boring and also regrated the moment when I talked about Precious because after seeing off Mr. Alam we were heading towards the car. His fingers were intertwined with mine as his jaw was clenched showing how endurance he was showing at that time. He was actually going to imprint him in my mind just like the way he said as I suddenly remembered last night’s Farzan. He was gentle and a beast at the same time as I still feel how deeply he went.

He was walking slow as compared to his normal gait just because I could match his steps but still, I had to run in a way because of his long legs as compared to mine.

Soon we reached the car as he opened the car door for me making me look at him with eyes adored with make-up.

“A-are we going home?” I asked as craned up my neck to look at him.

“Yes, because my patience level is draining and I don’t want you to moan in front of anyone. Only I have the right to do so.” He said with his gritted teeth.

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