All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aariz sat back in his high-backed leather chair, elbows resting on the desk, his knuckles pressed against his temple. The golden lamplight threw sharp shadows across his chiseled face, highlighting the storm that had gathered in his eyes. For the first time in years, he had felt something dangerously close to fear. Not for himself—he never feared anyone—but for her. For Timtim. The thought of her walking away from him, of her turning her almond-dark eyes away from his… it gnawed at his insides with a savagery no bullet or blade had ever caused. He pushed himself up, restless, tugging off the bloodstained black shirt he still wore. The fabric peeled away stiffly, dried streaks of red clinging to the skin of his forearms. He tossed it carelessly on the floor before unbuttoning a fresh crisp white shirt. The contrast was sharp—his tall frame cloaked once more in elegance, his dark trousers pressed, his cuffs gleaming with silver. The outside world would see a polished, powerful man. Bu

“You ran.” His voice was low, controlled, the kind of quiet that was more terrifying than any roar. “After everything, you dared to run.” “A-Aariz…” Her voice broke, hoarse from thirst, thick with fear. “Please… I just… I couldn’t—” “Silence.” His command cut through the night. “Do you have the faintest idea what danger you’ve invited upon yourself? Ishtiyaq is still out there—one scent of you in the air and you would’ve been dragged into his hands. Do you want that?” Her knees buckled, but before she could fall, his hand shot out. Not to comfort her, but to seize her by the wrist. His grip was iron, bruising, pulling her close until her fragile body was slammed against the hard wall of his chest. She whimpered at the harsh contact, but his arms caged her in, leaving her no room to breathe. “You belong to me.” His words hissed into her ear, warm and cruel. “Not the streets. Not freedom. Not to anyone else. Me. And you thought you could leave?” Timtim’s tears spilled freely no

⚠️ Warning: The following chapter contains mature/explicit content (18+). Reader discretion is advised.The storm outside had quieted, but inside the mansion, Timtim’s world was still trembling. Her delicate body lay sprawled across the silk sheets, bare and vulnerable, every inch of her trembling with aftershocks of what Aariz had just forced upon her. Her breaths came ragged, shallow, as though her lungs could not keep up with the sheer weight of what she had endured. Her round, full breasts rose and fell in desperate rhythm, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the dusky peaks stiff against the cool air. But she barely noticed her own state. All she felt was him—everywhere. His scent clung to her skin, his bruising hands had left red marks across her wrists and hips, and deep inside her, the ache of his brutal claiming pulsed like fire. Aariz sat at the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, watching her. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes—onl

Her wide, doe-like eyes shot up at him, and for a moment she thought she had misheard. But the sheer intensity in his gaze told her she hadn’t. His jaw was clenched, his large hands gripping the edge of the table as if restraining himself. Her heart began to pound erratically. Marriage? With him? After the storm of last night—after the way her body had betrayed her and surrendered, after the way he had claimed her so brutally—now he wanted to cage her completely? “N-no…” her trembling lips barely managed to form the word. She could feel her throat tighten, her pulse hammering at her temples. “We can’t… Aariz, we barely—” “Barely what?” he cut her off, his voice dark, filled with an unshakable resolve. He leaned forward, eyes burning into hers. “Barely know each other? Barely accept what we already are? Timtim, I’ve taken you. Claimed you. Your body is mine. Your soul will follow.” Her delicate fingers clutched the edge of her dress, twisting the fabric nervously. She wanted to ar

Aariz’s mansion looked nothing short of a palace that night. From the iron-wrought gates to the tall marble pillars, everything was drowned in golden lights. The driveways glistened under fairy lights that coiled up every tree, while the fountains had been filled with fresh rose petals and floating diyas. A long red carpet stretched from the entrance up to the marble staircase, lined with white orchids and jasmine garlands, the fragrance filling the air like a blessing. The grand hall itself was transformed into a dream. Crystal chandeliers glowed above, their reflections sparkling off the polished floor. Walls were draped in sheer silk, golden curtains falling in waves, and the stage for the bride and groom was carved like a throne — velvet cushions, ivory detailing, and roses so fresh they still had droplets of dew on their petals. Aariz had left no corner untouched. He had personally instructed the decorators, his perfectionism showing in every placement of a flower, every cryst