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Straightening her wavy long brunette hair, she kept thinking about last night. He really did nothing to her. He let her sleep in that cozy large sized bed and did not even touch her. The thing surprised her. A lot!

When she awoke, she found the room was empty. She was alone from there and the man who was with her last night was not there. Well it was a thing to celebrate because he was her fear. 

Leaving a yawn, she got up from the bed and got out of bed. Without hesitation, she wanted to leave the room first, as she was looking for her scarf which she had to wear over her head and pray because she remembered Rukaiya threw it in the corridor. And a morning grace was her habit which she could never lose. 

When she came out of the room, the door of the front room also opened at the same moment. A young man came out of that room whose beauty was just like the rest of the men there. Incredible and beautiful. 

He was ruffling his hair and stopped the moment he spotted her standing on the doorway. 

He winked in her direction, saying, “Top of the morning to you, beauty!” His flirtatious behaviour made her gulp hard. A knot on her tongue formed and she found herself being mute right there. 

She did not say anything but kept watching him approach her. She wanted to run but could nlt, because she had no place to hide. The place belongs to the men here.

She flinched back when he reached her, carefully wishing to touch her, and he chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything, knowing that Da’ud has selected you.” 

She frowned. What is special about his name? And most importantly, everybody called him by his surname, not his name. But she was grateful that his surname saved her from the other men there. 

“By the way, what’s your name, beauty?” He asked her and she hesitatingly answered him, “Hazel.” 

He wanted this Hazel last night because she was the most beautiful. Not just that, but her shy nature was turning him on just by a look on her. Her body was fascinating him to no end and he wanted to claim her. But as soon as Da’ud selected her, he forgot every desire to have her. He accepted reality with no problem. 

“Oh! You’ve got a really beautiful name.” He smiled so gently at her. Her lips could not help but tug upwards when she saw that comfy glow in his face. He seemed jolly and his eyes were even lust and intimidation free. 

Not wishing to make her even more uncomfortable, he then made an excuse to leave. He passed her a small smile and went downstairs. 

As soon as he was gone, she started searching for her scarf on the floor, of course, because she knew nobody was going to take care of her things. If it had fallen on the ground yesterday, it would still be lying on the ground. 

She walked further, her eyes searching every corner of that corridor, trying to catch her scarf. She was in dire need of it and she was unable to find it. This is the nature of things. When it is needed, it is not available. 

A few more steps then collided her eyes with a pair of shiny Oxford shoes. They looked expensive but that was not the time for praising them. She just followed the length of his leg, reaching his torso and then, that attractive face. The face of the man who selected her last time. 

A frown edged his brows when he found her like that. He was confused about what she was doing after all. Bent like that!  But that icy look made her shiver right there. 

“What are you looking for? Like this?” he asked her, his voice coming husky and deep. It just startled her, because the voice was deep and demanding. Plus, it was more throaty in the early morning, which sent a chill down her spine. His aura and that demanding voice created a dangerous element which was found in him. 

“M-My scarf,” and she bit her tongue for always stuttering around him. Hope he did not mind her stuttering tongue. 

“Scarf? You all are leaving in a few minutes if you know.” He declared as he noticed the girls gathering in the hall before he walked to the corridor where he was standing in front of her. 

She straightened herself, looking down, unable to match his gaze but as she had to answer, so she told him somehow, “Yeah, b-but I have to pray before leaving so I need my scarf to cover my head.” And that was compulsory also, otherwise she was not even hovering around him. 

He sighed as she heard him doing it. “Maybe Izhar has thrown it out.” The news was bad. Her scarf was almost everything to her right now. 

“Oh God,” she mumbled, sad after hearing him. Others could not understand what was the importance of a scarf in her life. He too must have felt her reaction useless but she did not care at all. Sighing, she turned to leave when she heard him asking, “I can give you my handkerchief if you want.” 

When she turned to look at him, he nodded his head in confirmation, because he could see surprise in her eyes. She literally did not expect an offer of help from him. Why would she? He was nobody to help her. 

“I’ll appreciate it,” she said, again not loudly, but she appreciated his help from the bottom of her heart. Finally!

He nodded, giving her his handkerchief. She gladly took it and went to the room. 

There was a mattress in front of the bed, so she kneeled down there after putting his handkerchief on her head and saying her prayer. 

Coming to the room and standing near the door, he watched her silently. With that handkerchief on her head, she looked cute. That could be embarrassing as well, but she did not mind it. Anything for Him. And he could notice it. Along with that cuteness, he decided not to ignore her tempting body as well. She ignited the fire inside him.  

When she put his handkerchief on her head, her nostrils received his manly scent. His handkerchief smelled just like him, like attractive. Last night, he was smelling like Earth and sandalwood and so was his hanky. But she decided not to notice it again and again. Though the fragrance was attractive, she easily avoided it while praying. 

When it was done, she just bowed down before getting up on her feet. She turned and found him right in front of her. His arms were crossed over his chest and once again he was staring at her with something in those flaming eyes. Something so deep, intense. She did not know, nor could she catch it, but that look made her shudder on her stop. His gaze was powerful enough to send currents through her body. 

“T-Thank you so much,” she said, stretching her hand in front of him which was holding his handkerchief, as she pulled it down from her head. 

 “Do you pray everyday?” He asks, taking back his hanky. She nodded, not bothering to notice how his fingers brushed against hers before he pulled her onto him, making her hands land on his chest. She audibly gasped because of his sudden act. He let his arms snake around her bare waist, teasing her skin in the middle.  

“How many times a day?” He looked down at her as he was literally towering, and she was so small in front of him. Like a doll. A pretty, small and delicate doll who gave him cruel fantasies. 

He asked casually but her heartbeats quickened when he touched her. That touch was hot, her skin burning under that touch. Her breathing hitched as she felt uncomfortable under his hawk-like gaze. Even gulping down the lump of her anxiety was becoming hard for him. That proximity was a cherry on top. It only worsened the situation, her body started to shiver. 

His aura was so vehement, intimidating and dominating that he could make anyone bend on their knees and surrender to him. His vibrant orbs held such power as if they could look into her soul. Not just here, but nobody could escape through his calculating orbs. His eyes casted a strong spell of paralyzing whoever tried to look into them. 

That is why she was stuttering, trembling and quivering around him every time. But she thinks he takes everything in a normal way.

“I guess every time,” he said and a smirk formed on his lips—plump and naturally pink. She nodded because she prayed every time. She remembered Him every time, when she needed help, when she was happy, when she was sad, when she needed something, when she was crying, when she was overwhelmed. Every time! There was nothing to hide at all. 

“Then why did you miss last night’s prayer?” He did not stop staring at her. 

“Because… because y-you… no! I mean I-I was s-scared,” she told him, holding her breath. She was still scared. 

“Of me?” 

Does he get pleasure in all this? Because the way he asked seemed like he was proud of it. But she says, if you terrify someone, then you are not less than a monster. Not even wrong. That was insanity. 

And she nodded slightly, because it was the real reason. 

He smirked and then let go of her. She frowned at his behavior, glad on the other side that he let go of her, not scaring her anymore. But that thing made her flummoxed all the time. She did not expect mercy from such a man. 

“Come quickly! We have to le—,” and the girl’s voice dropped when she reached the door of their room. Hazel found it was Rabiya only and she was there to call her. 

As soon as she found him there in the room, she could not help but smirk seductively before him. That behaviour could not stay inside her without knocking out and trying a way on Christian. A try would not be harmful, right?  

Sometimes Hazel thought she was a useless person for Eliseva, because she did nothing except for disobeying her and then recieving stupid but cruel punishments from her. Disobeying was the thing Rabiya never did to Eliseva in the greed of becoming her favourite. 

Just look at Rabiya. She was beautiful, skinny, long and seductive because of her features. She could seduce any man in this world because yes, she could. She was confident and got every man on their knees. 

And Hazel. Just forget about her because the art of seduction was far away as she could not even look at a man properly. 

Time passed but nothing seemed to work on Christian. He remained emotionless like always. His amber eyes staring at Rabiya with a winter season inside them. Hazel just decided to leave because there was nothing for her. Also, she just wanted to leave for the mansion because the man around her seemed flirtaious to everyone.  

When she reached out, Zoya looked at her with concern. Hazel frowned and asked, “What happened?” when she noticed the concern in her eyes. 

“Rabiya called your name three times but you didn’t hear. What was the matter, Haze?” 

Her frown deepened. Rabiya called her three times and then she realised she could not even hear anything at that moment. That was strange. She was not never this lost. 

“Oh! Yes, I was… I just couldn’t hear it.” 

Zoya nodded with a smile and then they headed back to their place. 

That was how her morning went!