Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

Irtaza pulled her in a hug as his fingers threaded into her locks and begin to softly massage her hair. She was crying on his chest. His heartbeat reached her ears and his expensive cologne hit her olfactory bulbs.

He placed a soft kiss on top of her head as she continued to cry but his next words nearly got her breath hitched and ceased her sobs.

"Who told you I won't approve it?" He questioned.

She pulled away and looked at him all surprised.

Is going to let me go to University?

"You don't have any objection?" She asked uncertainly.

"No" he replied looking sincerely into her big brown eyes.

"It means I can go to University?"

"Yes" he answered and her eyes glimmered with happiness. Her heartfelt light and a bright cheeky smile adorned her face. She was so happy! She can fulfill her father's dream now!

"Thank you so much. Thank you so so much." She squealed with joy whilst clearing tears from her face.

He smiled, looking happily at her innocent wife.

"Thank you is not enough." He said taking a step towards her.

She looked at him, unsure.

"Umm... What do y..ou me..an?" She asked innocently, feeling her heartbeat escalate as he took one more step towards her, almost caging her between the shelf.

"I mean this" With that being said he smashed her lips onto hers and passionately captured them into a deep kiss.

His lips softly moved onto hers as his fingers threaded into her locks to manoeuver her head. She suddenly jumped when his fingers moved and groped her ass, pulling her up to settle her on the shelf. He opened her legs wide and settled himself between her whilst kissing her. His lips sucked at her lower lip and he trusted his tongue into her mouth in one go deepening their passionate moment.

His one hand was on her waist and the other roaming on her body. He pulled away and slowly begin to pepper sloppy kisses starting from her jawline to her neck. His lips moved towards her cleavage which got visible because of the low neckline. He planted a soft kiss there and then attached his lips again onto hers while his other hand viciously groped her bosoms as he tightly held onto her hair pushing her face more into him.

Zahra's eyes widened for a second when she saw who was standing near the kitchen door. She pushed at his shoulder and wiggled in his grip causing him to pull away. He got the hint someone was standing behind him. He grabbed her dupatta and laid it on her front to cover her chest. He turned around and saw Haseeb standing near the door with a flushed face and a wide mouth. As soon as his eyes matched with Irtaza he looked down and immediately turned around to leave the kitchen.

"Haseeb" He called out.

"Join me in the gym tomorrow. And from tomorrow you will be accompanying me in the meetings as well." He ordered. Irtaza knew that Haseeb was not a skilled person when it comes to the mafia, that was why he decided that he will be accompanying him to know the adroitness and skills of the mafia.

Haseeb nodded his head and his eyes for an instant moved towards Zahra, who was still sitting on the shelf with a flushed face and cherry red lips, her hair disheveled badly. On the other hand, Irtaza was looking so calm as if just two minutes ago he was not sucking the breath out of her.

"Now leave." He commanded and he complied immediately living the kitchen leaving the two love birds behind.

Irtaza turned towards Zahra who was all flushed and red, her eyes showing her surprise.

"He saw it." She whispered.

"It doesn't matter"

He held her chin looking straight into her eyes.

"You can join University from tomorrow but Zahra don't try to outrun me." He warned, his voice again gained its dominance. He looked her for a second in the eye making her shudder and then left the kitchen.

She rushed her room and called Daniyal, telling her everything from the start.

"Daniyal I am so happy. I can fulfill my father's dream now." Zahra announced happily on the phone after finishing her long speech.

Daniyal remained quiet for a moment as if contemplating something.

"Daniyal?"

"Zahra, I have a plan."