Toxic Love of Broken Billionaire

7. Make me Princess

  ZAYAN’S POV:

 Life has never been fair to me. Everything and everyone I loved eventually left me. Maybe I was not worth their love. Maybe there was something in me that makes people leave. But for Naaya rules are going to be different. I am not going to give her an option to leave me.I know if I give her an option she would leave me too.

I was deep in my thoughts, looking out the window. When someone knocked on the door.

“Yes, Come in,” I said.

The door opened and Aunt Hafza entered.

 “She has arrived. I showed her the room and now I have told her to rest,” She said with a smile.

“Did she like the room?” I asked with anticipation.

 I redecorated the room before she came. I don’t know why but when I saw her she gave me a feeling that she loved white. So I decorated her room all white, neat, and clean just like her.

“She loved it. She was looking at the room like that room was the only thing she needed. Just like when a child gets something he wanted after a very long time,” She said.

It put a smile on my face. I had done something good for my baby. I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted, just in return she had to give her freedom to me.

“You look happy. This is the first time in all these years I have seen you smile. I want her to stay so just you can be happy,” she said with a gentle smile on her face. She loved me more than anything in her life. She didn’t have a lot in her life. Expect me and her daughter, whom I sent to college and she was really obliged for it.

“So Zayan, eat your medicine at 5:00 p.m. then Naaya will give you your night medicine at dinner,” She said. I made a sour face at the name of medicine. I never liked medicines and I never took them. I always thought that they made me weak and I don’t want to be dependent on anything, even if it was medicines.

“Don’t make that face again. You have to eat your medicine. Otherwise, spend your whole life in a wheelchair while Naaya goes back to Pakistan and marries another man,” She said angrily.

“Okay, I will eat. Now go,” I said, still not taking medicine I thought.

“Dinner’s at 8:00 p.m.,” She said and left.

“Oh, Naaya what am I going to do about you? I just want to get up and claim her even if I have to take medicines for it. Anything for you love,” I thought to myself.

I opened my laptop and started working. Time passed by and it was 8:00 p.m. .I hurriedly shut it down and moved to the dining area. I didn’t want to be late for my baby girl.

My room was upstairs but due to the accident I had shifted to a room downstairs. So that I can move easily. I quickly rushed to the dining area and took my seat.

I wanted to just get rid of the wheel chair so that I can put my arms around her tiny waist and capture her rosy plum lips into a rough kiss, then I would lay her on this table and f**k her to my heart’s content. Such a dirty mind I have.

After almost 10 mins of waiting, I felt her presence. Her intoxicating smell which was a mixture of blueberries and roses was near me.

“You can stop staring and come in,” I said. I didn’t have to look to know that she was near me.

“I am sorry I slept. I knew it was time for your medicines and still I slept. I should have known” she said, fidgeting her fingers. She was still standing as if I hired her to give me medcines.Only if she knew my intensions, she would have made a run for the forest to never come back.

“It’s Okay. Now sit so we can eat,” I said in an assertive tone.

She came to my side and took her seat. She was again wearing white trouser and shirt with a dupata. This time it was covering her wholly, smile curled up on my lips by seeing her protecting herself with a mere dupata. Her hair were tied in a rough pony tail and her amber eyes were swollen. She was looking ravishing even in her simple attire just pure and innocent.I just wanted to devour her instead of dinner.

The dinner was served shortly and we ate in silence. The silence broke by her voice.“You have to take your medicines. Here take them,” She said handing me the medicines, like an obedient wife, who loves her husband.

“I don’t take medicines. I am going back to my room,” I said like a stubborn child. I was not going to take the medicines at any cost .Even if I love her.I had to show her that I have the upper hand in all cases. Otherwise it would get difficult to handle her when I claim her.“You have to take them. You are not going anywhere without taking them,” she ordered in an assertive tone.

She was really something.

“Make me princess,” I said with a smug smile on my face. Her face became red and I knew she was cursing the day she came here.“You are going to take them. Whatever it takes me to make you eat them. I am going to do it,” she said again squinting her big doe eyes, hiding her shyness.

“And I said I am not going to take them. This is my house and I can do whatever I want,” I said getting annoyed by he demands. I was not used to someone talking to me like that.

 “Then we will see,” she said with an evil smile on her face. The same smile children have when they are about to do something mischievous.

NAAYA’S POV:

He was being a stubborn little brat. But I am not going to give up. If he is paying me to take care of him then that’s what I am going to do.

Besides that Aunt Hafza already told me that he acts like a child whenever he is given medicines.

Nobody could know by looking at him that he acts like a 2-year-old when taking medicines.

“Then we will see,” I said and with that, I put his wheelchair to the other side of the dining hall.

“Take the medicine and you will leave. Otherwise, sit here all day,” I said with an evil grin on my face.

His face was red with anger. I was very grateful to God that he was not able to walk. Otherwise, we would have a situation right opposite to the one we had right now. “Put the wheelchair back princess. You will not like the consequences,” he said clenching his jaws and fisting his manly hands.

Oh boy, save me from the devil.

“Aahhmmm….You can’t walk so I don’t think there will be any consequences,” I replied, showing him all my teethes.

“Give it back,” he ordered.

“Nope” I replied while forwarding my hand for him to take the medicine.

“I SAID PLACE THE WHEELCHAIR BACK HERE,” he growled so loud that every servant in the house came running to the dining area.

His face was all red and nerves popped up on his forehead. I gulped down my saliva and still decided to act strong. While my heart was pounding with fear.

Aunt Hafza came running too but when she saw the situation, a smug smile curled on her lips and she took out her mobile phone to make videos. While I standing right beside him almost shitting myself. “Hey you dumbhead get me my wheelchair,” he said to a rather young servant. He may be only 18 years old and he was petrified when he called him.

He was about to grab the wheelchair when I said.“Stop right there. No one comes forward. All of you go back. He is going to take his medicines otherwise he is not moving,”

The boy looked back and he was about to s**t his pants by the look Zayan was giving him.“Go, Everyone, I’ll make sure he won’t do anything when he gets up,” Aunt Hafza said and dismissed all the servants.

Now there was only me, Zayan and Aunt Hafza in the dining area. He was looking like an angry gorilla. If only he could move, I won’t be alive.

 “Give me my wheelchair back and I don’t repeat what I say,” he rumbled again and threw the medicines off my hand.

“You are a stubborn little brat but I am also a brat myself. So I am going to give you two options EITHER TAKE THEM OR STAY HERE,” I snapped back at him. I was a stubborn child, I was always a dominating person back at home and I was always the one who won all the fights at home, even when I was wrong. So this was not a biggie.

He was looking at me as if he could only walk, he would have killed me right at this moment. Aunt Hafza was enjoying the show and was making videos while laughing. I think she was probably sending them to his friends.

 “Take the medicines PRINCE,” I said sarcastically, throwing his own flirt line on him. I didn’t like it when he called me a princess. It was cringy. So now we were even. A smile curled on his lips when I called him a prince. I think he knew why I did that.

“I don’t like them,” he said rather politely. I think he realized he was never going to win.

“Just close your nose put them in your mouth and swallow them with a glass of water. You won’t even know believe me. That’s how I eat them. I don’t like them too,” I said gently, I was moved by his revelation. I think he never did that before in his life.

“Give me the medicines,” He said, with I don’t like what you are doing but just get this over with look.

I gave him the medicines and he gulped it down with a glass of water.

“See not so difficult,” I said, with a sweet smile of victory. While he was busy giving be deadly looks. That was it and Aunt Hafza started laughing out loud.

 “That’s the best thing I have ever seen in my life,” She said, with tears in her eyes. Then she left laughing and doing something on her phone. Probably she was having a conversation with his friends.

 “Now bring my wheelchair. So I can go back and sleep,” he said.I quickly took his wheelchair out of the corner and brought it near his chair. “Now help me sit. You see I can’t walk, “he said with a smug look on his beautiful face.

His words took me by surprise. I was not ready for it. My face went pale and I started shaking.

 My worst nightmare was coming to life