𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚HAMDAN'S POV :

they say 'sometimes you don't get what you want, because you deserve better' but I don't want any better, I only want her.

even if it's the worst I'm asking for.

Rania Syed, has been the only girl my heart beats for, the only girl my cock hardens for and the only girl I want to claim, to own and to  ruin.

I rushed into the lounge after grabbing Rania's stuff from the supermarket, which she left on the counter after paying, along with my own items and a bandage.

As soon as I entered the lounge, my eyes met those spellbinding dark grey hues, glistening with tears.

In that moment, her face held innocence, and a rush of blood filled my groin and I felt the urge to fuck out every ounce of innocence of hers.

I walked towards her with sudden urgency, bending down to her knees.

I felt her gaze fixed on me in astonishment as I carefully placed the bandage on the bluish-purple bruised wound on her soft, pale skin.

What shocked me was that she didn't even hiss, and I realized she must be accustomed to physical pain, almost finding pleasure in it due to her self-harming habits.

" stop being so careless and hurting yourself all the fucking time" I say as I get up from the ground soon after tucking the bandage on her wound.

" last time I checked, you are no one to me and neither did I ask for your concern" she spat while standing with me in sync.

" I'll be everything to you, soon! mark my words! And about concern, once again, stop hurting what's mine." I replied while shoving my hands inside my pocket.

" fuck you! bastard " she cursed glaring at me.

" I'm down for it, but it's concerning if you'd moan bastard instead of my ever so hot name" I replied boringly as her nose flared in anger.

She nudged her shoulder against mine aggressively and walked away, making me smirk like a maniac.

Nodding my head with a smirk on my lips, I follow the girl I desire to devour and ruin.

She headed towards the lifts and stepped inside. The doors were about to close when I quickly shoved my hand, causing them to reopen, widening Rania's eyes and stretching my smirk even more.

I entered the lift, joining her, and swiftly pressed the button for the 18th floor, where I live now.

"Why are you here?" she asked, moving aside as I approached her.

"It's not safe for my hayati to wander around," I replied, glancing at my watch.

"Right! Your disappearance will ensure my safety. And if you're done being a brat, tell me why you're here," she inquired, shooting glares my way.

"I live here," I responded.

"No, you don't. Stop stalking me," she warned, turning to face me and poking her fingers at my chest.

"Touch me only if your intentions are for me to tear your clothes off and take you until you beg," I said, pushing away her fingers with my fist as she glared at me with clenched jaw.

just a mere touch of hers is such a turn on.

she turns cold not asking me another question, as the silence envelopes the environment.

The lift reaches her floor as she walks out before even sparing me a glance while I observe all of her little moments.

Then I reach my floor and enter inside my apartment. first thing I do, is take a cold water shower and relax myself.

I take a while taking shower after that I walk out in my bathrobe and then enter in my walk in closet grabbing a pair of hoodie and sweatpants.

I then lay on the bed scrolling onto my phone and proceeds to text on our group chat.

Me : what's up bratty's! It's fun chasing after my brother in law's sister, she's feisty.

Mehran : hey bachelor :)

Arsalaan : it's all fun until her brother catches your balls and decides to play soccer with it.

Me : come on! he has my sister so can't I have his? i believe in equality.

Mehran : you're insane.

Arsalaan : it's an understatement because he needs helps! I've been warning him so much to not do all that shit and move on but this asshole isn't ready to listen to me at all.

Mehran : I hear you arsal! That's the reason this motherfucker is still a bachelor unlike us.

Hamdan Waseem left the chat

why on earth am I friends with them?!

Anyways, I slammed my phone away as I strolled towards the kitchen to fix myself some dinner, I realized it was later than usual.

Upon entering the kitchen, I suddenly remembered leaving my essentials in the lounge along with Rania's.

Hastily, I made my way down to the lounge and found my plastic bag on one of the couches undisturbed, but my confusion grew when I couldn't locate Rania's bag.

Perhaps she had already taken hers.

I picked up my bag, noticing the soft drink can inside that I had grabbed when Rania was chasing after it earlier.

As I headed back to my apartment, I decided to return the can to her, so I stopped the elevator on her floor.

Approaching her door, I rang the bell once, then twice, receiving no response.

After the third ring with still no answer, a sense of unease crept over me.

Acting on impulse, I swiftly entered the pin code of her apartment, a detail : I had observed her entering while sneaking a peek from the elevator.

Bursting into her apartment, my eyes landed on Rania lying unconscious on the floor.

A bowl of ramen sat on the coffee table, with her collapsed beside it. Her eyes were filled with tears, a smile on her face, her forehead covered in sweat, and her lips swollen as if she had consumed something that had scorched them.

Panic gripped me as my heart raced seeing her unconscious. What had she done?

I dashed into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and sprinkled some on her face, but she remained unresponsive.

Without hesitation or wasting any time further I wrapped my arm around her waist, lifted her in my arms, and hurried to the parking lot.

I swiftly got my car, gently placed Rania in the passenger seat, and drove to the nearby hospital.

Every second, my grip on the steering wheel tightened, anger boiling inside me at the thought of what might have happened to her.

I couldn't help but wonder if she had attempted self-harm.

As I rushed into the hospital, my heart pounding with worry, the medical staff quickly took charge, wheeling Rania into the emergency room.

Minutes felt like hours as I paced back and forth in the waiting area, the doctor finally emerged with a solemn expression on his face.

He explained that Rania's condition was due to consuming a potent spice that had caused a severe reaction.

My jaw clenched realising it's the ramen.

After a while the doctor allowed me to check up on rania. So as I stepped into the hospital room, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Rania awake, her gorgeous greys meeting mine with a mix of surprise and anger.

Without holding back, I walked towards her, my expression a blend of concern and frustration.

"Rania, what were you thinking?" I scolded, my voice laced with a hint of exasperation.

"Eating that spicy ramen when you know it doesn't sit well with you. Don't you care about yourself?" I yelled as she flinched.

Her gaze faltered under my stern words, a flicker of remorse crossing her features.

I softened slightly, but anger still evident in my eyes. "stop scaring the shit out of me, because it doesn't please me at all seeing you hurt." I implored, my words tinged with concern.

" stop fake concerning." her cold voice hit my ears as I stare at her trying to sit on the hospital bed rather than laying down.

" I'm not fucking fake concerning." I grit out.

my fists clench at her bratty behaviour, if she weren't here at the hospital I would punish all the stubbornness out of her.

"After a long time in life, I felt happy. I smiled too brightly to myself, even when feeling dizzy and unwell after eating the spicy ramen.

I knew the spiciness was taking over me. When I felt like I was closing my eyes, I thought I was dying, and it oddly made me happy.

It felt better, more relaxing than being in a world where I couldn't find any happiness for myself," she spoke with a painful smile on her face, gazing down at her palms.

"But you, you're that person who saved me. I wanted to die. If you hadn't brought me here, I would've been set free! It's all because of you. I didn't want to live. Why did you save me?"

She clenched her fists, hitting them on the bed, tears flowing down her eyes as I felt a constricting pain in my chest.

Her life isn't as simple as she shows.

Rania Syed might seem feisty and strong on the outside, but inside, she's like a delicate flower or maybe a broken glass shard, impossible to fix.

But a broken shard can be used in a different way if decorated.

Rania Syed needs to learn to love life and live for herself, and I will make sure of that!

"You won't die. Not Yet. " I affirmed.