his car.
“What the heck?!” Soraya voiced out as the car pulled away.
“He had no right to touch me,” Amir sulked. “He is lucky I did not hit him,” he mumbled.
“For what reason?” Soraya shook her head and looked outside.
“Who were those two?”
“My friends and last time I checked that was none of your business.”
“I don't like them.”
“Like I said, none of your business.”
Jealous maybe? Soraya thought to herself. She pushed the thought away. There was no reason for him to be jealous. They were not together and she did not belong to him.
Amir kept driving without saying a word. He needed to calm down. Then the thought of Soraya holding his arm made him smile. It was the first time she had ever initiated physical contact. Even though it was not in a romantic sense, it was a first step.
“What are you smiling about?” Soraya asked suspiciously.
“You touched me,” Amir replied with a cheeky smile. Soraya narrowed her eyes. She could not believe he was smiling about that.
“I grabbed your arm to get you away from them and that was it.” Soraya shook her head.
“That's how it starts.”
“And ends,” she retorted.
Amir was not bothered by her words. The fact remained that she touched him and she couldn't take it back. Soraya turned to face Amir.
“Amir,” she started.
“Sheik to you,” he joked.
“Whatever,” Soraya was serious. She didn’t realise that he was joking. She thought he was being his usual cocky self. “What is it that you want from me?” she asked. As they slowed to a stop at a light, he turned to look at her.
“If it's not obvious by now, then my signals aren't strong enough,” he winked at her.
“I am not joking. You have many women to choose from. Why are you after me?”
For a moment Amir did not speak. He looked at Soraya, but she quickly grew uncomfortable and broke eye contact. She tried her best to look away, as if he had no effect on her. He reached out and turned her to face him. He stared at her.
“I do not want other women, I want you,” Amir replied simply. His words left her heart unsettled. He turned away when the traffic light turned green and drove off. Soraya felt her face heat up. She hadn't expected him to say anything like that. She nervously played with her seatbelt. Did he really want her?
“But you can have others,” she said quietly.
“But I do not want them.” Why did she not understand that he only wanted her? That she was the one for him.
“Seems random, Amir, I can't wrap my head around it.”
“You will have to because when I want something, I go after it and I get it.” His voice was deeper and dangerous. His tone was authoritative. He was claiming her. Soraya sat there playing with her seatbelt. She had no idea what to say. She had thought that maybe it was a phase. He would get over her soon and return to his old ways.
Chapter 8
Amir parked outside Soraya's house. They were both silent for a moment. Soraya clutched her bag tightly as she opened the door to get out. “Stop dropping by unannounced,” she said to him as she stepped out of the car.
“Stop speaking with those men,” Amir replied. Soraya rolled her eyes.
“They're my friends and you have no right to tell me not to see them,” she shot back as she slammed the car door.
This is pointless, she thought to herself. “I'm serious,” Amir called out after her. He really didn't like them around her. He watched her walk away. Even her walk put a smile on his face. Every little thing about her made him smile. He was a little sad to see her go; he hadn't spent as much time with her as he wanted.
He drove off feeling angry with himself. There was absolutely nothing he could do to make her smile. Not once had he been able to make her feel comfortable around him. She never let her guard down around him. He really
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