33. Dance and Some Jealousy

The loud thumping of music inside the house escalated the wooziness. My head started spinning faster, making my vision blurry. I stopped walking and rubbed my forehead. Closing my eyes for some seconds, I tried to fight back with my own disoriented self.

I blinked my eyes opened again and jerked my head. My vision got cleared a little and things around me stopped whirling. Plastering a wide smile upon my face, I ambled in the middle of dance floor, mingled with the young people there. I raised my arms above my head and started swaying my bottom with the beats of the music.

For the first few minutes, I danced alone and didn't follow any specific moves. I tried to silence every disturbing thought and let the music to take full control of my mind and body. A random boy came in front and we started swinging our bodies in front of each other. I laughed aloud. He put his hands on the curves of my waist, "You're hot."

I grinned again and danced with him for a while. When I moved my gaze around the party aimlessly, I caught Ashar. The smile on my face disappeared and I stopped moving. So he kept his words. He followed me here and now not going to leave me alone. He was at the bar counter, looking pissed off. There were creases on his forehead and his eyes remained on me, unmoved.

"Hey." I turned my head and saw that earlier boy wasn't there anymore, but some other blonde guy was looking at me with a bright smile.

"Dance?" He asked.

"Sure." I replied with an amused grin. I completely ignored Ashar and concentrated on my dancing. However, I could feel his glowered eyes boring holes at the back of my head.

At first, I tried with that blond a rolling wave move. We did it few times then he snaked his arms around me and tugged me close to him. I understood he wanted to do close dancing now so I let him. I didn't mind. Our bodies wavered rhythmically.

"You're good." I shouted to him, putting my hands on his shoulders.

He brought his mouth close to my ear, "I can be good at other things as well if you let me show you."

He pulled back his face and winked at me. I broke into laughter, "Thanks, but I'm fine with the dancing right now."

"Okay." He shrugged and gave me another wink.

It was fun. It was refreshing. I didn't know some music and dancing could make me feel light-hearted. My fun was disturbed once again when my head started spinning. Another wave of dizziness washed over me. I let that blond guy take control of my body movements while I tried to stand straight.

Perspiration appeared on my forehead. My stomach twisted in a way as if I was about to throw up. I decided to leave the dance floor when I started seeing two heads of the guy who was in front of me.

"Excuse me, I've to go." I gave him a brief smile and freed myself from him. I rubbed my forehead and crossed the dance floor. I searched for the restroom. With shaky legs, I ran upstairs without knowing where I was actually going. There were few rooms on that floor and all of them would've a bathroom attached to it possibly.

I assumed that weakness was only because of not eating properly. Some fruity or energy drink could help me regain my strength. I went inside one of the bedrooms and then to its bathroom. I stood against the sink to let the puke I was trying to suppress, come out now. But it didn't. I stayed there for few more minutes and get a grip on myself. Gratefully, that nauseous feeling disappeared.

Once that giddiness lessened, I arranged my hair, refreshed my makeup and got out of the bathroom absent-mindedly. All that stress had started affecting me physically. My health was declining. And my pessimistic-self didn't even want to do something to get better again. I started walking straight with my head down while massaging my hair gently when suddenly my face came in contact with something soft.

The fabric was too comfy, almost like mellow. It was someone's shoulder certainly, but damn it felt so cozy. I wanted to rest my head there at least for some minutes. I sighed in relief. After a moment, I felt a hand moved against my hair in a gentle way. I was sure that my wooziness had disappeared.

"What? Are you tired?" That person spoke in a soft tone. I recognized the voice instantly. Putting my hands on his chest, I pulled my head back. Ashar put his hand down to his side.

I stepped back and saw over his shoulder that the bedroom's door was closed. Confusion crossed my face, "Did you close that door?" I pointed my finger towards the exit door. It was a small bedroom. He locked himself with me in someone else's bedroom.

Wordlessly, he gave me a slow nod. I tightened my jaws and crossed my arms under my chest, "Why?"

"Because I wanted to know what exactly you were trying to show while getting cozy to those lechers?" He asked in a graveled voice.

I seethed, "I was just dancing. Don't exaggerate. They were good people."

He chuckled fakely, "Yeah, good people." I noticed his sarcastic tone. Was he jealous? He made it clear that day that he wanted nothing to do with me, but then why there was a hint of jealousy in his every word?

I uncrossed my arms and tried to push him more to confirm my doubts, "It shouldn't be your concern, Ashar. I can dance with any guy I want. I can date anyone I want."

His eyes enlarged in astound, "Don't forget you're still my wife."

A wave of surprise swept through me, but I hid it immediately from my face, "We're getting divorce soon. I'm going to be free from your cage."

"Oh, so that's why you're in a celebration mood." He taunted.

"Of course." I shrugged.

His eyes narrowed and his lips flattened. He didn't say anything for next few moments and just gave me a penetrating stare. That wrenching feeling I was trying to suppress, surrounded me. Invisible tears burned my eyes. Why he had to be so cold-hearted?

"Why didn't you leave yet? It's because you still can't trust me, because you wanted to keep an eye on me?"

"No." He broke our eye-contact and turned on his side probably to avoid my gaze, "I can't let you be alone....especially when you're looking like this."

I contorted my face in confusion. He gave a quick glance to my overall appearance then again looked away, "The dress...and the makeup and all. It can be dangerous. You can't trust men."

Huh? Really?

So, he was jealous. Maybe my theory about his weird behavior was right. He was jealous and didn't like to see me getting close to those guys, but why? CONFUSED.

"Right. You can't trust a man." I said with a bitter voice possible, directly looking into his eyes.

He let out a hiss, "Sanaya, stop thinking so low of me. I'm not...I can't..." He sighed in defeat, "Let's go back to home. It's late."

He grabbed my hand. I instantly pulled it back, "I said I won't go with you." I gritted, "Get out of my sight. I hate it to even look at you."

He furrowed his brows, definitely getting infuriated with my stubbornness, "Sanaya, you're making me angry now. Don't provoke me." He said in a threatening tone.

I can't believe the party was going outside and here I was arguing with Ashar in some closed bedroom. "It's not working. I told you I'm not scared of you."

He went to my side, "I didn't say that to scare you." He stepped further and stood just behind me. Confusion grew in me.

"What are-" I stopped when I felt he touched my hair and slid them aside.

"I said it so that..." He undid my chain necklace and slipped it down. I felt his hand went to the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly. My breath hitched. Butterflies started dancing in my stomach. I didn't know what was going on in his head.

He left my zipper half-opened and pushed the one side of my dress. My one spaghetti strap fell down to my forearm, further lowering my neckline from front, giving a glimpse of my under-garment. Tingles tickled my arms and legs. I winced when I felt his lips met with my bare back. He caressed my back gently while his lips trailed up to my shoulder blade where he licked my skin and then planted a wet kiss.

"I said it so that you won't stop me if I do this." He mumbled in a hoarse voice as if he was also short of breath. His hand started travelling to my thighs, rubbing up my sensitive parts and then my belly. He kissed my shoulder.

I was out of breath, out of energy as if my body was not in my control. I was shocked with this sudden onslaught of strong emotions. Fire erupted at the pit of my stomach, spreading it all over me, rising my temperature.

"I said it so you don't get angry on me if I do this." He traced his fingers very gently against my bare skin that it gave me goose pimples there. His mouth went to my back again, peppering feathery kisses along the way.

I closed my eyes and tried to take a step forward, "Ashar." His name came out of my mouth with a sigh. He tightened his grip around me and clutched his front with my back.

His lips wandered to my neck, "You smell so good, so intoxicating." He moved his lips against my neck, tickling the area, "It compels me to forget all of my sanity and stay close to you around the clock."

My legs had became so jelly-like that I had difficulty in standing straight on them. His compliment astonished me, but the sparks that I felt on my skin was disturbing my focus. His effect on me was so strong that my willpower was weakening against it. But, I had to withstand him. I couldn't let him hurt me twice.

Ashar turned me around and instantly encircled his one arm around me while he used his other hand to stroke my locks, "Why you've to be so tempting?"

He nuzzled his lips to my cheekbone, coming down to my jaw and then connecting them with my lips. I could feel the rise and fall of my chest in a dangerous way. His kiss awakened those sensations, those desires, those feelings I was trying to forget about. I put my hands on his chest to push him, to detach myself from him, but he ignored, he ignored my weak protests and gave me a long, warm kiss that left me out of breath.

"Let me go, Ashar." I breathed.

"Why?" His lips moved against mine, "Your body is saying the otherwise."

My heart was screaming, loud and clear that I was, I was irrevocably in love with this ruthless man, but at the same time it was aching because he didn't feel the same way. I didn't want him to leave me, not now, not ever and stay near me. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him fervently.

He loosened his grip on me, but his mouth remained just a centimetre away from mine. He was maybe hinting me that I could step back if I want to. The hot breaths that were coming out of his mouth, drugging my senses, but I repulsed this time, repulsed against my own wish. I closed my eyes and pushed him back, "That's enough, Ashar."

My lipstick was possibly totally wiped off because I was seeing the stains of it on Ashar's mouth. Something funny tickled at the pit of my stomach after seeing that mouth-watering look, causing it to clench. I darted my gaze from his face to recollect myself and my rationality as well. I knew he was just messing with me.

I quickly moved up the strap and zipped up my dress while shooting daggers at him through my eyes. His lips curled up into a mischievous smirk. He had understood his effect on me, "You were afraid, right that you won't be able to stop yourself?"

Blush crawled up my neck, reaching to my cheeks, "Don't you dare come near me again." I tried to sound threatening.

I settled my hair through my fingers and straightened my dress. He had managed to turn my appearance upside down in just few minutes. I angered more on myself for not had enough self-restraint.

He grinned, "You're the one who provoked me. Besides, I don't regret what I did."

I thought it was useless to argue with him so I snapped angrily, "Scumbag." And stormed out of the room in an instant.

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I went straight to the bar and ordered a soft drink for myself to curb the dizziness and get some strength. Meanwhile, I tried to calm down my pounding heartbeats. The areas of my back and neck where Ashar kissed were burning in a sweet way, escalating my sexual frustrations. My swelled lips longed for his.

Bartender placed my drink in front of me. I gulped it down half of it hastily while I noticed Ashar came down from the stairs after composing his attire. There had no stains of my lipstick on his mouth anymore. He had totally spoilt my night and my plan of staying away from him.

He didn't come to me, but stayed there and looked at the crowd. I guess he finally had understood that I wanted some space. I couldn't keep my eyes off from him so I watched him while enjoying my drink. Out of nowhere, two familiar faces approached him. I looked closely. They were Abigail and Eleanor – girls from my college. They were not my class mates, but I had seen them few times in cafeteria. They were in the same discipline as me.

Ashar got confused at first by their sudden appearance, but relaxed later and shook hands with them one by one. I got puzzled up too like why they went to him. I comprehended few moments later when I noticed how they were checking him out. Mischief was gleaming in their stares.

I began flushing with anger. In college those two despos were known as attention seekers. They usually wore thin, skin-revealing clothes just to get some desirous stares of college's good looking boys. Right now also, their long legs were full on display. The shorts they were wearing were only covering their butt.

Eleanor stepped forward, put her hands on Ashar's chest. My mouth fell opened. I placed my glass back on the counter. Ashar looked surprised too, but didn't protest. I can bet she was doing this only for him to see her cleavage peeking out of her low neckline of her sleeveless top. Fury quickened the flow of my blood. It was getting hard for me stay here and watched this silently.

Abigail linked her arm with his. Both of their mouths were moving continuously. I wanted to know what they were saying to him. Eleanor leaned closed to him and started pressing her chest with his. I balled my fists. Why the hell Ashar was not shoving her back? Was he enjoying their attention or what?

Eleanor said something in his ear that made him broke into laughter. His shoulders were shaking. A wave of strong jealousy prickled through me, burning my insides. That's it. I couldn't just ignore this sight anymore. I stomped my foot on the floor and hurried to them.

All three of them stopped smiling as they saw me. Eleanor stepped back and gave me a quizzical look. I fought the urge to punch her right on her face. How dare she touch him!

Ashar glanced at me. I clenched my jaws at him, "Don't you want to go now?"

"Hi Sanaya, how are you?" Abigail plastered a fake smile on her face.

I was astonished because I didn't know they knew my name. I didn't even know that they knew me or saw me at college.

"I'm good." I gave her a forced smile.

I stepped closer to Ashar and locked my arm with his. Both of the girls' mouth fell opened in absolute surprise. I mentally leered at them. I turned my head towards Ashar who was looking down at me with amused expressions. I put a fake, thin-lipped smile on my face, "Can we go now?"

"Are you sure?" He lifted up his brows and asked in a teasing tone. I knew what was in his head. He was being happy that he won, that he eventually convinced me to go with him.

Reluctantly, I had to accept my defeat because I could not let those sluts touch him or flirt with him at least not in front of my eyes. "Yes." I gritted.

His blue gaze twinkled with humor. A wry smile twisted his lips a little. To my surprise, he put my hand down from his arm and actually held my hand, intertwined his fingers with mine. My heart literally stopped for some seconds. I was flabbergasted.

"I'm sorry, girls but we're leaving. It was nice meeting with you two." Ashar said to those two girls who looked staggered like me. Their gaze froze onto our locked hands.

They both looked up at me after a moment and gave me a glare. I smirked at them, raised my head high while Ashar lightly pulled me forward and brought me outside the party's venue. Serves them right!

We both walked towards his vehicle wordlessly. I was angry at Abigail and Eleanor for making me listen to him. They had came between my plan. I wanted to know his patience level. It was just my way to take my revenge for hurting me. But I was failed and now I had to sit with him in his car.

I forgot that we were holding each other's hands. I guess he forgot it too because he didn't try leaving my hand. I pulled back my hand and quickly sat on the passenger's side. He sat beside me after a minute and started a car.

"What they were saying to you that you couldn't stop laughing?" I said with disgust.

He gave me a quick glance, shrugging, "Nothing important. Nothing worth repeating."

I exhaled out a loud breath in exasperation, "Fine. Don't tell me."

"Are you jealous?" He let out a short chuckle.

"In your dreams." I turned my head towards my side of window and watched the deserted road. Of course I was jealous and I really didn't know why when he was not even mine. We were married only on papers.

"So, now are you angry?" I heard him ask, "I was just trying to be nice with them. I thought they were your friends or maybe acquaintance."

I moved my face in an instant towards him, "Getting close to them, letting them touch you, that's how you behave nice to people normally? You were enjoying their attention. It was all over your face. And by the way, they are not my friends."

One corner of his mouth stretched into a smirk as he looked at me, "Who doesn't enjoy the attention of hot, young chicks?"

"You're so vulgar, Ashar."

He groaned aloud and stopped the car with a jerk, turning his body towards me, "So now I'm a vulgar." He said annoyingly, "First beast, then hypocrite, obsessed with money and now I'm a vulgar? Do you've one decent name for me?"

"Of course." I chortled scornfully, "I have."

He looked curious, "Tell me."

I put together all of my frustration, anger for him and then my mind shouted only one name for him so I said, "Dickhead."

"Sanaya." He snapped, contorting his face in fury.

"Yes, Ashar. You're the ultimate dickhead." I repeated and quickly got out of the car.

He yelled my name, but I didn't stop and walked straight inside the house. I was unable to understand Ashar. He was giving me mixed signals. At one time, he showed he cared for me, felt something for me, but at other time, he kept himself distant as if something was stopping him. Despite my complaints with him, I enjoyed his company today. I was mirthful and flabbergasted at the same time after seeing how patiently he endured my stubborn side.

I didn't know why he was playing with my heart, why he was intensifying my wish to be with him when soon we would be both apart from this marriage relation. As soon as I entered in the house, I saw a female figure who was giving me death glares. The woman I wouldn't want to see, ever. Samara!

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Ashar appeared behind me. He walked past me and went to her. Samara welcomed him with her interrogations, "Where were you? I was waiting. Why she's with you?"

I stood still, pressing my lips together. I can't believe all of her doubts about me were proved to be true. Maybe, she comprehended my attraction towards her fiancé way before me. I was too mortified to face her. I wondered how she was going to react if she would find out that I slept with her so-called fiancé.

Ashar held her hand, "She went somewhere and I had to bring her back." He looked behind at me then faced her again, "Because that useless Aaron couldn't catch her."

"But how could you be alone with her at this time of the night?" Samara glowered at me and was about to walk towards me, but Ashar stopped her and grabbed her arm.

He stroked her hair, "I'm tired right now. Can I explain everything to you later on?"

My heart sank. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. He was ignoring me or maybe doing it deliberately to hurt me. He was a completely different man few minutes ago. It showed that he had decided to forgive her and would marry her for sure after our divorce.

Samara put her hands on Ashar's chest. She then hugged him right in front of my eyes. Ashar didn't deny her and let her touch him. At the party, he was giving me so much attention. He freaking kissed me. And now...now he was acting strange again. He was holding another woman in his arms.

"Let's go." He separated himself from Samara, held her hand. They both walked away. Ashar didn't even look behind.

Whatever he said or did at Amelia's party only to bring me back to the mansion? Was I fooled by him once again?