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“Thanks.” I beamed in relief.
If they came, I’d be safe from Aariz's questions.
“Yeah...But do we really have to?” Rose muttered with an apologetic expression.
I remained silent, so she continued, “Actually we were going to the library.”
“Were we?” Mirelle asked confused.
Rose clasped my hands,
“Please. This is boring.”
I shrugged my hands away, “I will go.”
I did not say it was okay. Because it wasn’t. We were friends. She should have come along with me.
“Sorry.” I heard Rose say when I turned my back to them and started walking.
I did not stop to reassure her anything or accept her apology that I know was forced.
I reached the floor where Aariz’s office was located along with other offices including the Registrar. That’s why I found this thing suspicious. Aariz might be on this floor.
Since classes were long over, the corridor was deserted. Seeing his office door coming near, I walked fast.
It all happened in a blur of moment. A door opened and to my utter horror, I was pulled inside one of the rooms. I did not even see which, until the door closed behind me, and a warm body pushed me to a cabinet.
My terrified scream died down before it had even erupted, when I saw the person who had me pinned against his body. Just a soft gasp escaped my lips. That was of shock. I did not feel surprised, as somewhere I knew it was Aariz behind all this. But I was stunned to see he would go to this extent.
Aariz's hand held my shoulder in a tight grip as the rest of his body pressed hard against mine, holding me captive, while his free hand cupped my cheek gently.
Aariz gazed deep into my eyes, murmuring with all the love in the world,
“Have I done something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow? Please sweetheart just tell me, what’s going on?!”
His grey eyes looked so troubled and longing, that it killed me to even think about pushing him away. But I had to, if I wanted to save my heart in the end.
My already ragged heartbeat almost stopped for a moment as Aariz pressed his weight deliciously on me.
His breath fanned my face, as he leaned in on the side of my neck.
Our cheeks touched when he spoke softly over it, as if kissing,
“Please tell me, what have I done baby?”
Somehow finding a voice in my breathlessness, I stammered,
“I...I have to go to the Regis...Registrar.”
Aariz shook his head curling his lips cutely,
“It was me. I lied to get you here.”
With that, he nuzzled my cheek. His fingers cupping my face were now caressing it softly. Grazing my shoulder, rubbing down my arm, his hand settled on my waist.
In a heated voice that caused my eyes to open wide, Aariz murmured, “But I'm not sorry. Because you’re mine and I need to know what you’re hiding.”
“Please let me go. We are in college. Anyone can come. You are scaring me now.” I whispered in my attempt to wiggle out of his grip.
