All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning light spilled softly into the room, golden rays sneaking through the half-drawn curtains. Timtim stirred awake, blinking against the brightness, only to find Aariz already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed. His back was to her, shoulders rigid, and his fingers rubbed endlessly at the thin silver chain around his neck — the same chain he had once tugged on hers with an almost sinful intensity.She yawned, stretching, but her gaze lingered on him. His hair was disheveled, his jaw darkened with stubble, but it wasn’t the roughness that caught her attention. It was the tension that rippled through him — like a man who had not slept peacefully, like a man who fought monsters no one else could see.Last night, she had woken to muffled words, a broken whisper, and the restless thrashing of his body beside her. He had clutched her waist with bruising desperation as though anchoring himself from drowning. A name had escaped his lips in the dark.“Zehra…”Timtim had stiffened bu

“Uncle, Aunty…” His eyes flicked briefly to her, before returning to them. “I don’t want to waste words. I’ve already wasted enough time watching her from afar. I want Timtim’s hand in marriage.”Her mother’s smile faltered. Her father blinked, exchanging a brief glance with his wife. The weight of the words sank into the room like a stone dropped into still water.Timtim’s heart stopped. She wanted to cry out, to run to her room, to shake her parents and beg them not to even consider it — but her lips refused to move. She sat frozen, pulse hammering.Her mother was the first to clear her throat. “Beta… Aariz… you are a fine young man. We respect you very much. But…” she hesitated, her eyes softening as they fell on Timtim. “Our daughter is still very young. She has just stepped into her studies, her life. Marriage is not something we can think of right now.”Her father nodded in agreement, trying to soften the blow. “You will always be like family to us, Aariz. But Timtim’s age… it w

Timtim sat quietly in her room, the walls of her safe little world pressing in around her. Her parents were downstairs, speaking softly about guests visiting the next day. She was trying to read, though her mind had been restless since Aariz had stormed out of their house earlier. The rejection hadn’t yet been spoken, but she knew her parents’ hearts — they adored Aariz, but they would never want their daughter married so young. Just as she turned a page, the shrill vibration of her phone made her freeze. The screen lit up, and her blood turned cold. the silence of her room. Timtim froze mid-step, her heart skipping a beat. She turned slowly, eyes falling on the glowing screen. Aariz Sheikh Pataudi. Her lips went dry. A shiver ran down her spine. The last time she had dared ignore his call, he had made her pay in ways she still couldn’t erase from her mind. The memory burned—his cold fury, the punishment, the way he had reminded her that no one disobeyed him. Her fingers shook a

Timtim’s wrists were burning where Aariz’s fingers dug into her skin. He wasn’t dragging her; he was hauling her like she was a possession he owned, a fragile thing caught in the snare of his fury. Her breath came in shallow gasps, eyes darting helplessly toward her parents who stood frozen in the hallway, too terrified to stop him. Her mother’s trembling lips parted, her father’s fists clenched, but they knew—no force in this world could stand against Aariz when the beast inside him had awakened.Timtim wanted to scream, to beg, to collapse right there on the cold marble floor, but her voice had died in her throat. Her chest heaved, her heart beating so violently she feared it would burst out of her ribs. Every step he forced her to take down the stairs felt like stepping deeper into a nightmare she couldn’t escape.Outside, his black car waited, gleaming under the dim streetlight like a predator crouched and ready to devour. The driver—a man whose eyes never once dared to meet hers—

As they walked, Aariz’s palm pressed against the small of her back, steering her like a fragile doll he owned. Every corridor was drenched in wealth—golden chandeliers hanging low, tapestries on walls, portraits of ancestors whose eyes seemed to watch her every step. Men in dark suits lingered in corners—guards, silent, sharp-eyed, nodding at Aariz as he passed. Their gazes shifted briefly to Timtim, curiosity glinting, but one sharp glare from Aariz forced their eyes away instantly. Timtim felt the weight of the stares, her cheeks heating, her body tense under the invisible crown Aariz had just placed on her head. They reached the grand hall, where staff stood neatly in rows—maids, butlers, guards, cooks. The moment Aariz stepped in, silence consumed the air. His aura demanded nothing less. “This,” he said, voice echoing with absolute authority, “is Timtim.” His hand slid around her waist possessively, his grip firm as if daring anyone to doubt his claim. His eyes swept the room