Mine to Love

2. Just Married!

Maria POV:

I was very tired. My eyes are closing at their own and the deep yawns are escaping my mouth one after another. I looked myself in the mirror, accidentally while yawning and it almost scared me.

I stopped yawning and sat straight, adjusting my beautiful lehenga.

I was lost in composing myself when I heard footsteps. His footsteps.

The door opened, revealing him. Handsome and charming monster.

He was standing there, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was tapping his foot on the floor, smirking. His sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Arms were looking so strong and bulging veins were making them look handsome.

His eyes were looking so dark and dangerous or maybe I'm assuming things. I do overthink. His eyes met mine and I lowered my gaze instantly.

He was looking at me, intently. Yeah, my eyes were down but I could feel his scrutiny. I could feel my cheeks burning with his intensive gaze. I intertwined my fingers getting uncomfortable by his scanning eyes.

Why can't he just look away?

Taking slow steps, one by one, he reached the margin of the bed. He inclined his neck a little bit towards the left and sat in front of me.

He was very close. I could hear his heartbeat.

Or was it mine?

"Asslam o Alaikum." He greeted, smilingly.

Whoa! He sounds normal now. Amazing.

All praise be to Allah.

"The first time when my eyes captured your beautiful face, I promised myself to make you mine. To make you my wife." He said.

He was looking directly in my eyes.

I thought we had never met before then where he saw my beautiful face.

Maybe in photographs?

"Do you want to know where did I see you for the very first time?" He asked observing my confused facial features. He held my hand and started making circles with his thumb.

I nodded my head in affirmation because I really wanted to know that when he decided to marry me. His moving thumb was distracting me. My eyes landed on his giant size hands.

My hands were appearing so tiny in his big ones. My hands were so soft and his all rough and strong.

Thank God, I didn't punch him. What if he had returned my aggressive gesture with his mighty punch.

"In the hospital." He paused and smile.

"Where you were celebrating your 20th birthday with cancer-stricken children. The way you were talking with them and making them smile, captured my heart in your spell. I found a kind and caring entity in this cruel world. Your smile was radiating positivity. Your selfless personality ignited the spark of unknown feelings in my heart. That day I made a promise to self that I'll make you mine and love you like you deserve because you are so pure and loving."

He saw me three years ago in the hospital!

Well, I used to go there every day because l love to bring smiles to the beautiful faces of suffering children. Spreading love and positivity is what I'm working for.

But Has he been stalking me since then?

I lift my eyes up and saw him smiling at me with affection. The monster I saw a few moments before was seen nowhere. Are his eyes gleaming with Love?

"Marrying you was not an easy task but I always get what I want." He said smirking proudly. The monster inside was peeking through his eyes.

He is back.

Everything about him is weird, mysterious, and confusing.

"I want you to promise me something." He said holding my hands firmly.

I hummed in response because my words were stuck in my throat. Or I wasn't confident about my words. Sensible words.

"Promise me that you won't leave me ever. I know, I don't deserve a kind and selfless girl like you but still I made you mine. I'm very selfish when it comes to you. I want to keep you isolated from this cruel world. Your love is only for me. You belong with me." His voice held authority.

Why he is saying that he doesn't deserve me and what does he mean by keeping me Isolated from the cruel world?

But still, I nodded my head not knowing what to say.

"And I promise you to give you respect, love, protection, and everything you desire. From now, your happiness is my everything."

He said, kissing my forehead and I closed my eyes, feeling the purity of this beautiful relationship.

Allah really has kept something so attractive in this relationship. I'm grateful to my Almighty Allah for His blessings. Sheryaar's touch was igniting new beautiful feelings inside my heart. He fixed his eyes a little down and I gulped. I was too nervous to think about what was going on.

He came closer I didn't know why but I just pushed him. It was a reflex action. I couldn't comprehend this.

"Uh—I'm sorry." He said, scratching the back of his head. We both looked away.

"Go, change in something comfortable. You must be tired." He tried to dilute the viscous tension in the air.

He got up from the bed and when I tried to get up from bed while picking up my heavy dress but again failed but this time I just fell towards him and whoosh!

Ugh! Same typical accident!

Why does this happen? I hate this clumsiness. It's so—Ugh.

"I'm sorry," I said, sheepishly.

He chuckled, helping me standing on my feet. I smiled awkwardly and his smirk widened.

Weirdo.

"Ahm—I have to go to change," I said, trying to escape his intense gaze.

Though his presence makes me feel protected I can't just stand here all night in his arms like a lovesick teenager.

"Oh yeah, Sure." He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets again.

I walked to the bathroom, lifting my heavy lehenga. My feet relaxed as I walked on the floor barefooted after hours of wearing heels.

I entered the washroom and clicked the door, closed. I leaned back on the door and sighed. This is complicated.

After changing into comfortable clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror. The makeup is simply done hence I love it. I don't want to remove it but I have not or else my skin will break out.

Slowly and carefully, I removed my makeup. My bare face looks okay. I feel so light by the way. Adjusting my dress and hair, I came out of the bathroom.

My eyes found him staring out of the window, at the sky. His back was facing me and as he didn't look back, I assume he didn't notice my presence.

I fake coughed and he looked back. His face was serious but when he looked at me, he smiled. It warmed my heart. I smiled too.

"I think I should change too." He said and I nodded.

He went to the bathroom and I hopped on the bed. The soft mattress is enough to lure me to sleep. I laid down and waited for him. My eyelids felt heavy and I think I drifted to sleep without waiting for my better half