Mine to Love

7. Silence before storm

Maria was lying unconscious in the arms of her beast. He placed her carefully on the bed covering her with a soft white blanket. He looked at her innocent face for a moment and then kissed her forehead. He was caressing her hair with his long fingers. The skin on her forehead was wrinkled. He pressed his fingers against her forehead to relax her and it worked. The frown on her wide forehead disappeared. Her hands clutching his shirt for protection. Silky wavy hairs were covering the pillow.

He was observing his beauty lying numb in front of him when her horrified face displayed on the screen of his mind and his jaw clenched tightly. He promised her to protect from each and everything. He told her not to fear anything but then a man with his group of jackals just came like this and frightened her kitten to the death. His chest expanding and then compressing from heavy breathing. The revenge was creating a mighty Strom inside him. He looked at his wife for the last time and left the room.

Armaan was waiting for him in the lounge.

"We got him," Armaan said him removing the black leather jacket. "But the bastard is not ready to spill out the details," Armaan told him.

Sheryaar was listening with a frown on his forehead. Something was running in his mind.

"If you ask me then I think Roger is behind all this. He is already burning with the fire of revenge since we have killed his Right hand, Xavier." Armaan said but  Sheryaar was dead silent. His silence was perilous.

Silence before the Strom.

"Though it was fun infuriating him. He was whining like a dog when you shoot him on the patella." Armaan was laughing remembering the past event. His laughs ceased when his eyes caught the sight of furious sheryaar clenching his jaw.

"What happened, man? Why are you all furious? Just chill, they are just like nothing to us. Carter is in the t*****e cell and soon the real man will be there to begging for his life." Armaan said patting his back. But Sheryaar was not satisfied with the work of his men.

"Let me handle it myself." Sheryaar got up from the sofa opening the main door and then turned left. The bodyguards were standing all around the house. The men in black stood upright seeing him. He made his way to the backyard of the house where a door welcomed him. Opening the door there was a staircase that led to the t*****e cell. Screams could be heard from the distance.

The voices ceased, the moment he reached at the end of the staircase. A man covered with blood was tied against the wall. His hands were cuffed. Two muscular men were standing on either side of the bleeding man.

"Out!" A single word from him and both muscular men rushed out of the room. Sheryaar examined the hanging body with his fury filled eyes.

"I should hire new men for the t*****e cell. Even these walls are looking more ghastly then their f*****g beefy bodies." Sheryaar said pacing around the room observing the surroundings. Dim color painted walls were stained with the blood. His figure was making the surrounding more dreadful.

"So who is the reason behind your f*****g courage?" Sheryaar asked rolling his sleeves up.

His voice was calm but intimidating. "Speak up!" He growled.

"How dare you tried to harm my wife!" He said punching him hard on his jaw.

"Oh worried much about that fragile girl? Hmm, I see!" Carter said spitting the blood. His defiant voice provoked the beast. He was surely begging for his death.

*Punch.

*Punch.

Another *punch.

Mention of his girl from his filthy mouth made his blood boil. He was punching him hard on his mouth. Painful Screams originated from the man hanging on the wall. His Screams were Shattering the walls of the t*****e cell. The guards outside the cell were trembling with fear.

Fear of the Real Beast.

Sheryaar removed his shirt and was now standing there shirtless. His muscular body was glistening with the droplets of sweat. His dark hairs were hanging in front of his blazing eyes. His knuckles covered with the blood but not of his own. He was breathing heavily.

*punch*

"Not a single word about my wife." He warned him.

"Tell me who is behind all this because you alone are not capable of doing this," Sheryaar asked holding his jaw tightly.

Carter hissed his pain but no words came out of his mouth. Sheryaar punched him right on his already bleeding nose. His body went numb and he was hanging with his eyes closed.

But Sheryaar didn't stop. He picked up his g*n and was about to shoot the semi-unconscious individual when the maid interrupted him.

"Sir, Ma'am is crying. She wants to see- see you." The maid in her formal dress was rubbing her hands. She was literally shaking with fear.

"Out!!" He roared and the maid ran out of the cell placing her hand on her chest. Sheryaar lifts his g*n and shoot the bastard on his thigh and left him screaming behind.

He ran in the direction where his beauty was sleeping a few moments ago. When her crying voice reached his ears and he quickens his pace. The mansion filled with silence when he opened the main door. Everybody was looking terrified by his persona. Fear was prominent on their faces. Nobody dared to provoke the beast.

"Where is Sheryaar?"

"Is he okay?"

"I want to see him, plea- please." She was hiccuping.

As he opened the door, the maid, who was holding his frightened kitten, left the room immediately. He set his eyes on his wife. Her face was like a terrified baby. Tears were rolling in a continuous line over her supple cheeks. He covered the distance in three long strides and engulfed her scared wife in a comforting hug. She hugged him with her all strength and buried her face in his chest.

She was hiccuping.

Her hiccups were hitting like a hammer in his chest. He had never felt anything like this for anyone since his first love had embraced death in his arms.

Her hiccups were arousing the feelings, he had buried long ago.

He rubbed her back to cease her hiccups. She was trembling like a fragile figure in the blood-freezing environment.

"Shhhh baby, everything is okay." He was caressing her hair.

"I th- thought that the- they kidnapped you." She cried in his neck. His angry expression vanished and a witty smile appeared on his lips, hearing the childish thought of his innocent wife.

"I'm okay, wifey. Safe and sound in front of you." He told her smiling. Beast was seen nowhere.

His beauty disappeared his anger with his innocent but magical words. She detached herself from his body and examined her husband with scanning eyes. Sheryaar was looking at her with an adorable look when she was examining him from head to toe with her beautiful but drenched eyes. Her eyes landed on his hands where the blood marks were covering his knuckles. Her eyes widened. Sheryaar followed her gaze and understood the reason for her big eyes.

Damn it. He muttered to himself.

But before she could say another word, he silenced her with his lips. He sealed her mouth. Both were craving for each other and the intimacy was igniting the fire of love in their hearts. A tear escaped from the beautiful eyes of beauty but the beast absorbed the drop in his thumb without breaking the kiss. He holds her hair in a fist and brings her closer to himself. Both were moving their lips slowly with the perfect rhythm but the beast was hungry. Her beauty was sitting in front of him in the most alluring position. Her shining eyes were shining with the tears of love and concern for her beast. Her nose red at the tip. He was losing his control. He tightened his hold on her hair and started kissing harshly. His other hand grabbed her jaw and bite her hard on her lower lip causing her to whimper.

She moved away tracing her fingers on her lip. Her eyes widened to see the blood on her fingers.

Her lip was bleeding.

His beast leaned again and licked her lower lips with his tongue. She put her hands on his chest to make some distance. Her face was glowing with the shade of red.

He holds her face in his hands tracing her sensitive neck with his thumb. She closed her eyes feeling the sensations she never experienced before. She opened her eyes at once realizing something. He looked at her with a confused look. She grabs his hands and looked at the blood painted knuckles with terrified eyes.

"How?" She whispered. Her eyes were ready to shed some more salty water.

"Hey hey, it's not my blood baby." He said holding her hands.

"Then?" Her expression switched to confusion.

"Ahmm... Armaan stumbled and fell in the bathroom hurting his foot. I was cleaning the blood from his foot when the maid told me about you." He said rubbing his neck.

"Oh, how is he now?" She asked him with a sympathetic expression on her face.

"He is alright now." He caressed her cheeks.

"Sherry, my head is spinning." She complained holding her head.

"You need some rest." Sheryaar made her lay covering her with the blanket.

"Sherry, Who were the attackers? Why they tried to kill us?" She asked everything in a single breath.

"Hey hey, Women, That's why your head is spinning. Don't think too much. Just sleep. We will talk about it later." He said rubbing her arm.

"I'm okay now. My head isn't spinning anymore. You tell me. I want to know." She said intertwining her fingers with his. She was curious to know the truth.

"No. You need to rest." He ordered.

"Tell me." She requested.

"No." He declined.

"Yes." She tried.

"No." His answer was still the same.

"Yesss" She was determined.

"Enough!!. When I said no then no. Stop arguing with me!" He roared silencing her.

Her stubbornness provoked his already furious beast. Maria instantly buried her face under a blanket unable to see her beast. Tears were flowing from her eyes and hiccups were soon originating from her. Her hiccups pushed his beast away and brought loving Sheryaar back. He tried to uncover her but she was holding the blanket tightly.

"Baby." He whispered coating his voice with the sweetest intonation.

Hiccup.

She didn't reply but her hiccups did.

He pushed the cover away with his full strength revealing her. She covered her face with her hands. He grabs her hands and pinned them above her head.

"Baby." His lips almost touching hers.

"Don't ca- call me baby. You are a Monster." She said cutely while crying.

"I'll tell you what you want to know but not now. You need to rest. Baby." He tried to make her understand.

He had never tried something like this before.

He always gets what he wants. Nobody dared to ask him twice for his actions. But for him, she is not anybody. She is everything.

His love.

His hope.

His Light in the darkness.

His Wife.

When he observed her limbs getting relaxed, he let go of her hands. She wiped her tears and turned her face in another direction. He dragged the blanket up to her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and left the room.

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"Don't you think it's the right time to let her know about our business." He was welcomed in the lounge by the voice of Armaan.

"NEVER. Never is the right time for knowing her the truth. I will keep her away from each and everything. This dark world is none of her business. She is pure and innocent. I don't want to taint her pure soul." He said sternly.

"That's not the reason, Sheryaar. You can't deny the truth. You are veiling the reality because you are afraid of her hatred. You are afraid that she might hate you when she comes to know the veracity. How a girl could control you, Man. You're going to ruin each and everything. Bosses of other Gangs are terrified of your persona because there was nothing that you were afraid of losing. There was nothing which could bring you on your knees but now you have someone whose cries melts you like salt in water. Her single tear could bring you on your knees. She is your weakness now." Armaan said.

"Nobody can touch her when I'm here. I'll protect her. She is not my weakness but strength. Tomorrow morning we are going to Beijing and I want you to inform each and everyone to reach there by tomorrow evening. It's time to show them what a Mafia Boss can do. I'll set the world on fire if anybody tried to hurt her." His voice held Authority, Power, and Anger.