F*******n to be his

The canvas of love

Ayan's pov:

I looked at the white canvas and splash the color to create the image that had captured my mind all the time.

With the help of a brush, I was spreading the color all over it. My hand was running automatically as the picture in my mind was clear.

After passing many hours with the colors finally, it was done.

When I saw the white canvas which wasn't white anymore. Rather, it had something valuable that made the piece of the canvas more expensive than anything.

I saw the picture of my Hena who was smiling in it. Her smile reached to her eyes making them more unprecedented.

I was drawn by her guileless beauty. She had dark black eyes. Her lips weren't rosy pink. Rather, it was flamingo. Her velvety skin was peach-colored.

Her cheeks were chubby. She had a unibrow dark and thick like a dark forest. De facto, she was beautiful.

The thing which can make any man fall to her knees was her smile. She loved to smile.

Whenever I see her, I found her smiling. I even asked her when she considered me as her friend why she kept smiling all the time.

"Because it's a sunnah," she replied with a big smile.

Suddenly I heard someone coming and hid the canvas with a cloth.

"What are you doing?" my mom asked.

"Ummm... creating my new masterpiece, "I replied.

"Well, I can see that. But where's the masterpiece?" she peeped looking for it and came in front of the canvas and stretched her hand to lift the cloth.

But I hurriedly  stopped her and said, "mom, it's not ready yet."

"Let me have a glance."

"No. But, why have you come?"

"Oh ....have you forgotten that you wanted to come with us as you said earlier that you wanted to give Zayna a surprise?."She smiled.

"Definitely...but not to that whore...to my beautiful Hena. Indeed, she will get a surprise after seeing me."

"Oh yeah! Give me a sec. I am coming."

I said and went to my closet for choosing what to wear.

I chose my Armani suit. I would look devilishly handsome in it. It would also help me to attract her.

I was sure she was going to fall for me. She had to...

After getting ready, I  went to her home. Mom and dad had already left.

I reached there and pressed the calling bell.

After a few moments, the door flinched openly.

And there was she standing in her simple Salwar and Kameez. She wasn't wearing her hijab. But her hair was still covered with her stole. A few strands of her hair were coming out but she seemed not to be bothered for it.

As I knew, her jaw dropped after watching me. She didn't expect me.

"Hi beautiful, shocked to see the most handsome guy of this universe."

I said and her brow frowned in irritation.

Without saying anything she turned to go. Instantly, I grabbed her hand and gritted, "how many times I have told you not to ignore me.

"Leave my hand," she said sheepishly. But, I pressed it harder so hard that it will leave a scar but it's better. She would learn from it that always to obey me.

"Who's it, Hena?"I heard her uncle saying and dropped her hand.

She silently ran away.

I went to her uncle and gave him a salam. It was mandatory for maintaining my proper image in front of everybody.

He replied and we started to talk about the marriage.

Time passed. The whole family was gathered in the backyard chatting with each other.

Everybody was enjoying it. Mom was showing jewelry to Zayna. And that gold digger was ravaging it shamelessly.

Dad was busy talking with her father.

There were her cousins singing and dancing.

But I couldn't enjoy it. That bastard Imran, but my best buddy.. was also present there. My blood was boiling inside, though,  I needed to calm my nerves.

After all, whatever he was doing for me.

He was trying to flirt with my beauty.

But, I was on my urge to lose my temper. How dare he?

Every moment, I was only staring at her. Whenever our eyes met I gave her a deathly glare.

And she immediately averted her eyes.

She doesn't know whom she's messing with.....She will know soon.

After some time, Zayna's mom asked her to bring something from the kitchen and she went there.

It was a huge opportunity for me. The whole house was vacant. There was nobody who can disturb us.

I mentally grinned.

I also left silently from there before anyone could notice it.

                ..................

She was standing in the kitchen. Her back was facing me.

Her stole was lying on her back revealing her hair which was tied in a messy bun.

I tipped toe to her. I slightly raised my hand and opened her hair.

She became startled.

"You should keep your hair open."I murmured and she turned.

She was very very close to me. There were a few inches of distance between us.

"How dare you?

How dare you open my hair?

Haven't I told you to stay away from me?"

"Don't raise your voice against me."I grabbed her hair roughly.

She winced in pain.

"Why are you doing this to me?" tears start to flow again.

I loosened my grip as my heart melted with her tears.

"Why do you make me angry? I cooed.

She didn't say anything.

"So, have you heard me? You will always keep your hair open when you don't wrap your head. I want you to keep your hair open not even if I there to see you. You will do it."I demanded.

She pushed me away and bitterly said, "I will never. Why will I ?"

"You will...baby, "I smirked at her.

I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into me. I slammed her to the pillar and brought along both of her hands. With my left hand, I gripped it tightly and raised it above her head. I put my other hand on her mouth to prevent her from shouting.

She started to protest but failed.

Her eyes were wide open. She was scared of me and I was liking it.

Then I started to caress her neck with my nose. I inhaled her fragrance. It provoked me more.

I removed her stole and threw it on the ground.

Now, she was my prey and I was her predator.

She couldn't escape from me m

I put a lingering kiss on her soft spot and she shivered.

My lips twitched into a smile.

I put her soft spot between my teeth and nibbled it hard.

Then I suck the skin to ease her pain.

She gasped.

I started to bite everywhere on her neck. After being satisfied enough that I have left enough marks of mine.

I finally released her.

Her neck which was scar-free now, it was filled with my hickeys.

I slammed both hands beside her and caged her.

"Now, baby if you don't want to show my love bites to anybody you will keep your hair open.

RIGHT?"

She kept looking me with fearful eyes and I loved it.