Arranged To The Devil (Incest Romance) Prt 6

 

Chapter 6
Sakina’s POV

I scrubbed at my lips with the back of my hand, frantic to erase the feel of hers. At that moment, I had been caught between confusion and curiosity. Now all that was left was a heavy thud of disgust pounding in my chest. I rushed to rinse out my mouth, shuddering—not from the cold water, but from the horrifying realization that I had just French-kissed my cousin.

“Yuck! Yuck!” I whispered harshly, staring at the bathroom mirror with wide, haunted eyes.

The reflection staring back at me was one of a girl battling denial. Someday, somehow, I was expected to have sex with that woman. Just lie there and let it happen; as if it were normal. As if it weren’t completely disturbing.

My family was twisted. Sick. What terrified me more than the arrangement itself was how calm I’d been about it. I should’ve been screaming, rebelling, doing something. But I wasn’t built like that—I wasn’t defiant. I was soft. Passive. A people-pleaser. And she knew that. Despite everything, some part of me still wanted to please her. Even if it meant giving in to things that made my skin crawl. “I don’t want to do it,” I whimpered under my breath, shaking my head, trying to shake the guilt off with it.

The scarf clung damply to my forehead, the heat building into another headache. The pressure felt unbearable. I reached up and began unpinning it, and as it loosened, I could feel the tension start to seep out from underneath.

“I’m not okay,” I whispered, like a mantra to no one but myself; maybe to convince myself I wasn’t crazy for feeling like this.

They say wealth stays in the family. Maybe that was the real reason behind the arrangement; why my parents agreed to it so quickly. All that money, all that power, wrapped up and preserved in bloodlines. So, who was it really benefiting? My parents? Or the family name as a whole?

I pulled the scarf off completely, letting my hair fall free. A small smile tugged at my lips as I saw the length of it cascade down. I finger-combed through the strands, catching my reflection once more. That’s when I noticed it, tucked between the flowers on the counter, a slip of paper with her handwriting etched across it.

I ripped the note from the bouquet and scoffed as I read the words.

“Will you marry me?”

“No!” I shouted, wishing my voice could echo directly into her ears. No, I will not marry you, Hassan. We shouldn't even be close to this. We're cousins. We should be having ordinary, family conversations—not this twisted, backwards romance.

My stomach churned as the reality sank deeper. All those family dinners, all those reunions; were they just veiled matchmaking ceremonies? How many of them were dating each other under the guise of tradition? My parents were siblings. Siblings.

My eyes widened at the thought. Shock clung to me like a second skin. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to sit at another family dinner and look at any of them the same way again.

Though I was on campus, I didn’t go to class. The lecture was nearly over anyway. Instead, I hid out in the bathroom, craving solitude. With a tight fist, I crushed the note and tossed it into the sink, letting the water run until it disintegrated into wet shreds and washed away.

Then the tingling returned on my lips, and I scrubbed at them again. I didn’t understand why it lingered, but I knew what had caused it—that damn kiss. My lips were red and tender from scrubbing them raw with my sharp fingernails. I’d definitely have to avoid anything spicy or hot for the rest of the day.

A glance at my watch made my eyes widen. I was about to be late again. Time kept slipping through my fingers like sand. I hastily grabbed my bookbag and the flowers; only to catch sight of the ring.

The ring.

There was no way I could let Omar see this. The flowers, maybe I could explain—“a cousin gave them to me”—which was technically true. But an engagement ring? That was suspicious on every level.

I yanked it off my finger and shoved it into a dark corner of my bag—one I never checked. Hopefully, I’d never have to see it again.

I rushed into the crowd, weaving my way toward my next class. This day had officially taken a nosedive into weirdest day ever territory. My cousin kissed me. Maybe I was the weird one in the family after all.

I let out a sigh as I slowed near a trash bin. I must’ve looked ridiculous, lugging around this massive bouquet; it was bigger than my head and twice as annoying. Without a second thought, I dumped it in the bin. But just as I turned to leave, someone peeked inside the trash and pulled their face back up with a smirk.

“Khalifa? What are you doing here?”

She grinned. “So, you’ve got a secret admirer, huh?”

“No. I saw it in the bathroom, picked it up, and dumped it,” I lied.

“Sakina, that could’ve been someone’s flowers they left behind by accident.”

“Well, they’re in the trash now,” I muttered. “I’ve got to go.”

“Check in with Omar,” she said, more serious now. “He’s worried. Said you weren’t answering his calls or texts.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, brushing past the guilt.

“I’ll catch you later after school,” she said, dashing off.

I nodded, watching her disappear. I couldn’t talk to Omar right now. My head was a mess. I felt numb and stupid. Was it possible to feel both?

*************

Hassan’s POV

My driver stepped into the penthouse gym, where the wide glass windows overlooked the sea. The horizon shimmered orange as the sun slowly melted into the waves. My legs moved steadily on the treadmill, my breath controlled, heart pumping—but it skipped a beat when I looked up and noticed something missing.

Sakina wasn’t beside him.

I slowed the treadmill and stepped off, glancing over my shoulder at him.

“Bad news, ma’am,” Musa said.

I grabbed my towel, wiping the sweat off my forearms—the spot that always irritated me most. “Where is my wife, Musa?”

“I checked around. Searched a bit. She’s nowhere to be found.”

I moved to the bench press and sat down. “Did you check her house?”

“Yes, ma’am. She’s not there. It looks like she went out with some friends.”

My mind darkened. She went out with that fucking boy. Did I need to kill him? I could. If it came to that, I wouldn’t hesitate.

“Her parents have been trying to reach her, too,” Musa added. “No luck.”

I leaned back and slid under the bar, the cold steel lining up with my vision. My fingers curled around the metal.

“What should I do, ma’am?” he asked.

I turned my head toward him, smirking. He wants to know what to do?

“You have a wife, right, Musa?”

“Ma’am?”

“I asked if you have a wife.”

“Yes, ma’am. I do.”

“Good. Then you wouldn’t want to know what it’s like to not have her by your side. You don’t want to feel this—starved. Like I am. You wouldn’t want to be in my shoes.”

I paused, letting the words settle.

“But the thing is, Musa… I’m tempted to make every human feel what I feel right now. To drag them into this craving. This fire.”

All I could do lately was think of Sakina. Imagine her here, watching me work out, waiting—until I was ready for her.

“Find my wife.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I gripped the bar again and lifted the weight. It felt lighter than usual—though it was probably just the raw, boiling anger surging through me. Anger at not having Sakina within reach. I’d waited long enough. Whatever game she thought she was playing, it ended now. Fast.

Whoever that boy thought he was—or anyone else who dared interfere—it didn’t matter. I wanted my woman now, not later. Now.

I let the weight crash to the floor with a deafening slam.

Maybe it was time for a reminder visit to her parents. I’d wait there, and she’d come. One way or another, she would come.

They needed to understand—truly understand—who they were dealing with. How far I was willing to go to make sure my wife was exactly where she belonged.

With me.

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