Chapter 42: 2| Dilkash

Ye jou halka halka suroor hai

Ye teri nazar ka kasoor hai

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Minahil cheeks warmed up when she felt his presence beside her. They have completed their iftaar and now they were having their tea.

"Aaj ham tou hairat mai aa gaye the. Harris ko biryani pasand nahi hai phir bhi aaj unhone ne biryani khai," Harris's mother smiled at her.

(I was so shocked when Harris ate biryani. He ate the biryani even though he didn't like heavy food)

Minahil bit her inner cheeks to control the blush which was forming on her cheeks. She pours the tea from the kettle.

Harris's penetrating gaze was fixed on her as her shaking hands were passing her the cup of tea. Minahil jolted when his fingers brushed over hers.

"Minahil aaiye aap hamare room mai. Ham aapko mehendi lagaa dete hai," Rida suggested to which she slightly nodded her head.

(Come to my room. I will design henna in your hand)

Minahil fixed her dupatta and moved away from certain someone.

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A faint smile played across her lips when she was inspecting her eid clothes. She opened the wardrobe in search of the matching jewelry but she didn't find one.

"Ifrah aapi, aap uss din market gayi thi tou aap ne hamara jewelry lai thi na?" Minahil asked curiously while her lips pursued into a pout.

(You didn't bring the jewelry I asked for)

"Minahil hamne aapko bola tha ke matching jewelry nahi thi waha par. Hamne aapko yeh bhi bola tha ke aap online manga le," Ifrah glared at her.

(I told you that there was not matching jewelry. I told you to bought it online)

Minahil bit her lips while guilt consumed her. How can she be careless about her things?

"Aapi, hamare saath market chala. Ham dono jaldi se aa jayenge," Minahil pouted.

(Please come with me to the market. We will come back soon)

Minahil eyes widen when she saw her mother glaring at her.

"Ifrah tumhare saath kahi nahi jaayegi. Kal eid hai aur ham dono ko bohot saare kaam hai. Kitni laparwah ho tum, Minahil. Kamaz kam apni cheezon ka tou dhyaan rakhna chahiye," Her mother Abida glared at her.

(She won't come with you. Tomorrow is Eid and we have a lot of work to do. You are so careless. At least, take care of your things)

Minahil pouted as her eyes filled up with tears. She was the youngest and the most pampered one. She was his baba's Jaan. His father gave her everything she wished for her. His brother, Azhar spoiled her to the extreme. Whenever she have midnight cravings, he bought her pizza or ice cream.

Minahil was their naintara. The apple of their eyes.

"Mamma, ham bhai aur baba ke saath market chale jaate hai," Minahil suggested.

(I will go with my brother or father)

"Tumhare baba aur bhai kaam se bahar gaye hai. Raat tak aayenge. Zyada pareshan mat ho. Purani jewelry pahen lena. Itni saari tou hai tumhare pass," Abida advised to which pouted.

(They have gone for some work. They will come late. Don't be worried. You can wear old jewelry)

"Mamma, aapko acche se pata hai ke hame har cheez perfect chahiye hoti hai. Ham rida ke saath bazaar jaa rahe hai," Minahil said.

(You know very well that I want perfection in everything. I am going to market with Rida)

"Dhyaan se jaayega. Aur aate hue dahi le kar aayega," Her mother said to which she let out a groan.

(Take care and bring yogurt on the way back home)

Minahil went to her room and tied her hair in a pony. She took a shawl from her wardrobe and wrapped it around her shoulder. She put her mobile phone and money in her sling bag.

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"Tum mere liye itna nahi kar sakti. Rida yaar, sirf ek ghante ki tou baat hai. Ham dono fauran bazaar se aa jaayenge. Please chalo na mere saath," Minahil clutched her arm.

(You can't do such a small thing for me. It's a matter of an hour. We will return as soon as possible)

"Minahil ham bohot busy hai. Eid ke baad hamare semester hai. Zara bhi padhai nahi hui hai," Rida reasoned.

(I am busy. I have my semester after Eid and I haven't prepared)

"Meri bacchi, agar ham busy nahi hote na tou ham tumko le kar jaate. Par ham abhi bohot busy hai. Ek kaam karo, tum Harris ke saath chale jao," Harris's mother suggested making her eyes widen.

(My daughter, If I wouldn't be busy, I would have come with you. But I am very busy. Let's do one thing. You can go with Harris)

Blood rushed to her cheeks as she was fidgeting with her fingers. She noticed Harris coming towards them.

"Rahne de, Khala. Harris busy honge. Ham khud chale jaayenge," Minahil said in a dramatic tone.

(Leave it. He will be busy. I will just go by myself)

"Aisa kuch nahi hoga. Harris itna bhi busy nahi ke wo apni bahen ko bazaar nahi le jaa sakta. Usse accha nahi lagega agar tum iss waqt akeli bazaar gayi tou," Harris's mother said making her eyes widen.

(It won't be like that. He is not so busy that he can't take his sister to shop. He won't like it if you will go alone)

He's not my brother, Minahil thought as her mood went sour.

She looks up at Harris and noticed him cringing over the word bahen.

(Sister)

"It's okay. I can take you shopping. I am waiting in the car," Harris said in a cold tone and moved away from there before she could utter a word.

The giddy feeling erupted in the pit of her stomach. She was feeling excited as she was gonna spend the time with him.

Minahil lifted her gaze and saw Rida giving her the mischievous look.

Their plan was accomplished.

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Minahil was sitting in his car while fidgeting with her fingers.

Her throat bobbed as his muscular hands were gripping the steering wheel giving the free views of the veins in his hands. She was suddenly feeling hot and bothered by his presence.

"Minahil," Harris uttered her name in his deep husky voice causing shivers to run down her back.

"Jee," She replied meekly.

(Yes)

"Bhai nahi hu mai tumhara. Uss tarah mujhe sochne ki himmat bhi mat karna," Harris said tightening the hold on the steering wheel.

(I am not your brother. Don't even think about me like that)

"Jee," Minahil replied meekly.

(Yes)

Only she knows that she had never considered him that. Minahil has always liked him and adored him. She always admires him for his strength and personality.

"Ye H kis khushi mai likha hai?" Harris asked in an amused tone.

(Why there is an H written in your hand)

Heat crept up to her cheeks as she was feeling embarrassed. It was all Rida's fault according to her.

"Hamne aapka naam nahi likha hai. Zaroori hai ke H se sirf aapka naam aata ho," Minahil lied while averting her gaze away.

(I haven't written your name. I don't need to write your name)

Harris's jaw clenched as he tightened his hold on the steering wheel.

"Ab tum gair mardo ka naam apne hath par likhogi. Tell me who's he? I swear I will not spare him," Harris spat angrily as his jaw clenched.

(So you will write a strangers name in your hand)

"Aapse matlab. Hamara haath, hamari marzi" Minahil said biting her lips.

(It shouldn't matter you. It's my hand and I can write whatever I want)

Harris let out a frustrated sigh and glare at her.

"Aap mall road ki taraf kyu jaa rahe hai? Hame main bazaar jaana hai," Minahil asked to which he furrowed his eyebrows.

(Why you are going towards mall road? I have to go at the main market)

"It's a very crowded place. Mall mai se lena," He said in displeasure.

(You can buy from the mall)

"Aap hamko yahi par chhod de. Ham akele hi bazaar chale jaayenge," Minahil suggested to which he glared at her.

(You can leave me here. I can go by myself)

"Zimmedari ho tum meri. Beech raaste mai nahi chhod sakta," Harris reasoned.

(You are my responsibility. I can't drop you here)

Harris let out a sigh and change his direction to the main bazaar.

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The bazaar was crowded. It was chaand raat. Minahil gaze fell on the stall of bangles.

"Hame chudiyan leni hai," Minahil said to which he nodded her head. There were a variety of bangles with different designs and colors.

(I want to buy bangles)

"Bhaiya, black wali dikhaye," Minahil pointed at the shelf.

(Brother, show me a black one)

"Red suits you more," Harris whispered in her ear making her smile.

"Red wala hi dikha de," Minahil said making him smile.

(Show me the red one)

Harris caged her in his arms while putting his hands on her either side. He was protective of her as the crowd was increasing.

Harris let out a sigh when he saw her struggling with the bangles.

"Bohot ziddi ho tum," Harris glared and took her hands in his. Minahil lowered her gaze as she was feeling shy all of a sudden.

(You are very stubborn)

Harris holds her wrist and helped her in wearing the bangles. Minahil bit her lips as she was feeling shy.

Minahil eyes widen when she saw a beautiful choker necklace.

"Bohot accha lagega tum par," Harris whispered in her ear. Minahil sucked in a sharp breath as he put her hair at one side. He took the necklace and helped wearing it. His fingers lightly brushed on her shoulder making her squirm.

(It will look good on you)

Minahil looks at herself in the mirror as Harris puts a dupatta on her head.

"Allah aapki Jodi salamat rakhe," A lady in the shop smiled at them.

(May Allah keep you both happily married)

"Ye hamare cousin hai," Minahil said as her heart skips a beat.

(He is my cousin)

After they left the shop, she felt Harris leaning towards her.

"Har cheez ka clarification dena zaroori nahi hota," Harris said as his mood was sour.

(You don't have to clarify everything)

Minahil scrunches her nose when she couldn't understand what he just said.

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Minahil mouth watered when she saw the small restaurant of halwa puri.

"Hame bhook lagi hai," Minahil groaned making him sigh.

(I am hungry)

They went inside the restaurant and settle down. Harris clenched his jaw when he saw men staring at her.

"Minahil parcel le lete hai. Yaha par theek nahi hai," Harris said to which she hesitantly nodded her head.

(We can take the parcel. It, not the right to stay here)

Harris went towards the counter to order. Minahil eyes scrutinized the surroundings as she playing with the ring on her finger.

Her eyes went wide when she saw Maaz coming towards her with a smirk. He used to be her senior and flirt with her at every chance he got. Minahil loathe him a lot and tried to ignore him.

She hid her face between the menu card as an escape from him.

"Minu, meri jaan. Yaha par akele kyu baithi ho?" Maaz smirked as he sat in front of her.

(Minu, my life. Why you are sitting here alone)

Minahil scrunches her nose in disgust at the endearment he used.

"Maaz dafa ho jao yaha se warna maine awaaz lagaa deni hai. Accha nahi hoga tumhaare saath," Minahil threatened.

(Get lost from here or else I will shout. It won't be good for you)

"Haaye, jaan le leni hai tumne ek din meri. Itna accha lagta hai jab tum apni zubaan se mera naam leti ho," Maaz smirked making her disgust.

(You are going to take my life one day. I love the way your name rolled over my tongue)

"Ab zyada ho raha hai. Dafa ho jao yaha se. Warna mai abhi jaa kar sab ko bataa dungi ke tum mujhe pareshan kar rahe ho," Minahil pointed her index fingers towards him. She was shaking with fear while her heart was curiously waiting for Harris.

(You are crossing the limits. Get lost from here or I will tell everyone that you are bothering me)

"Jaan-" He was cut off as a punch landed on his face. Harris was fuming in anger when he heard someone called her Jaan.

(Life)

Maaz fell on the floor clutching his face. Blood was oozing out of his face as he was trying to get on his feet.

A gasp escaped her lips due to his sudden actions. She felt everyone's eyes on them. Minahil heart starts thumping loudly as Harris was beating that man to the pulp.

Harris rolled the sleeves of his black shirt while his veins popped out. He grabs the collar of Maaz and throws him at the nearest wall.

He wrapped his hands around his neck while tightening the grip.

"If I will ever saw you near my girl, I will make sure it will be your last day. No one gets to come near her. I repeat. No one. And don't you dare use the fucking endearment for my girl. I won't think twice before wiping away your existence," Harris glared as his jaw clenched.

Harris loosen the grip and gave him a deadly glare. Maaz coughed loudly as the fear could be easily seen in his eyes.

Minahil startled when Harris entwined his fingers with her.

She knew that she has a lot of explanation to do.

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"Do you know him?" Harris asked as they sat in his car.

Minahil gulped while fidgeting with her fingers. She was way too scared to answer him.

"I am fucking asking something. Do you know him?" He shouted making her startled.

Tears filled in her eyes as she was shaking with fear.

"I know him. He used to be my senior and he used to bother me. I didn't tell anyone because I was scared," Minahil sniffed making his heart melt.

Harris let out a sigh and squeeze her hands in an assuring way.

"Minahil, you can share anything with me. I won't judge you. I fucking hate the fact that he used to bother you and I was unaware of it," Harris's jaw clenched.

Minahil nodded her head with moisture in her eyes.

"I don't want you to tell anyone what happened today," Harris said as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Why?" Minahil asked out of curiosity.

"I don't want anyone to raise a finger on your character let alone judge you. I know very well how pure your heart is. You won't ever do anything like that," He smiled making her heart skips a beat.

"Ek hi dil hai, kitne baar jitenge," Minahil thought while looking at him with admiration.

(I have only one heart. How many times you will win it)

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Sorry for the late update. I don't know what I did with this chapter.

Anyways, what are your thoughts on them?

Possessive Harris is hot🔥

And you all are gonna see a lot more of it.

I want a little advice.

Should I change the book cover?

Can anyone make a cover for the book? I just can't make the perfect cover at the moment😭❤

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-Faraal