Coming out of the shower, with hair wet and the fragrance of vanilla shampoo through the room, she brushed her hair with the spare towel.
Changed into new clothes, she felt damn comfortable and highly curious as to how they knew her size.
Looking around the room, her eyes landed on the red piece of dress which was ripped in two.
Bending down, and picking it up the night's events again rushed in her mind, the kissing so imaginative.
She then went to the floor to ceiling mirror, brushing her hair and looking at her pale but fair complexion.
And she freaked out.
Red as blood, the mark stood out against her fair skin. Doubled with her kiss swollen lips, it clearly looked as though her night had been adventurous.
She looked down at her clothes, desperately trying to find something to cover the bite with. Her clothes, which were navy blue in colour, a button down shirt paired with blue jeans which stood stark against her skin, did nothing better to hide the bite.
Oh shoot! How will I go outside knowing everyone could see it?
Thinking desperately, she touched the mark with her fingers, only to find indentations of teeth grated in it.
How did I even endure the pain?
She took the brush again, brushing it through her long hair, which reached just above her hip bone. Then she made three parts out of her hair, putting two on either shoulder and leaving some behind, at her back.
She then looked at herself, and nodded slightly at her look.
Not entirely invisible, but to an extent quite covered, the mark wasn't that clearly seen now. Only if someone sees you with utter concentration, then only it was likely to be noticed.
A soft knock on the door startled her, as she asked,
"Yess?"
"It's Raines, ma'am. Mr. Sultan is calling you to breakfast."
The voice behind the door told her.
"Yes, I am coming."
Looking at her reflection one last time, she strode towards the door, opening it and walking towards the suite's dining area, looking quite lost.
"Ma'am this is the way."
She heard someone's voice from behind her, and she turned towards him, noticing it was Raines.
"Naz. My name's Naz."
Smiling and nodding at her, he guided her through the various ensuite rooms of the suite.
"Please go inside, Mr. Sultan is waiting for you."
He said, gesturing for her to go inside.
Nodding she walked inside as her head hung low, and nervousness grappled with her.
She just went and stood there like an idiot.
Adnan now didnt resembled that man who just came into the room to give her the clothes.
That impeccably hot man.
Now he looked the swag billionaire businessman, who could make girls swoon and men jealous. He wore a navy blue suit coat, over a pleated white shirt pairing it with navy blue suit pants and office shoes. His hair was gelled artistically, his manly woody fragrance wafting in the dining room.
"Will you please take a seat?"
His voice boomed in the room, as he directed her to sit down.
"Oh! Y-yes."
She quickly pulled up a chair, and slid over it.
"I didn't knew what you liked, so I ordered portions from everything."
Naz glanced around the table that was laden with with heaps amount of breakfast food. Waffles to flax, and scrambled eggs to all kinds of fruit salads laid on the pristine, white dining table.
Naz picked up waffles spooning honey on top of it, trying not to look in his direction. He sat on his chair, looking totally relax and uninterested.
Suddenly he looked up, catching Nazpari who was staring at him, looking quite lost.
He cleared his throat, and Nazpari looked away at the meal infront of her instead, blushing in utter embarrassment.
After a while of silence, as it enveloped them both, Adnan suddenly broke it with a frustrated sigh.
"I presume you want to ask me some questions?"
"How do you know?"
Naz asked, swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Anyone can read your expression. Its sprawled across your face. So, the first question?"
Adnan stated matter-of-factly.
"Where did you sleep last night?"
Nazpari asked, shocking Adnan. She herself felt surprised by the question she asked.
"Excuse me?"
Adnan choked on the piece of strawberry.
"Yes, where did you sleep last night?
Repeated Nazpari.
"On. My. Bed. Wasn't that obvious?"
Adnan said cocking his head to the side, a smirk on his face.
Now Nazpari looked really confused. She looked about her, her body tense.
"We didn't-"
She stammered.
"I don't have any interest in necrophilia."
Adnan said, picking up his fork again which just moments before he had laid on his table napkin.
"Uh-"
She looked as though no words were forming, and that her mind was shutting down.
"You passed out, Naz. Yes, I slept on the same bed, but as I said I am not interested in necrophilia, and you were dead asleep."
He said, popping another piece of strawberry in his mouth.
"Sorry. I am really sorry."
Naz said, biting her already swollen lips.
Adnan nodded slowly, without even looking at her.
"How did you know that I was in that club?"
Nazpari questioned, curiousity lighting up her eyes.
"It was only club situated within ten miles of Oxford. It means easy to go to. Also, I made my tracker track your number, just to be sure."
Glancing at his watch, he looked at the time.
"Oh!"
Naz nodded, chewing her lip again.
"Fuck! Will you damning stop it?"
Suddenly Adnan's husky voice jerked her out of her thoughts. She looked up and than regretted looking in his direction.
She regretted being there, at all.
Adnan was staring at her. His right hand, clutched in a tight fist. The knuckles slowly but steadily turning pale white.
His grey eyes boring like steel in her soul.
"Hmm, to stop what?"
Naz asked, confusion scrawled on her face.
"I wish I can bite that. Just as I left my mark on your throat.
Looking dead in her eyes, he said.
"Bite what?"
Naz questioned again, not coming to terms with his words.
"Your lip. I wish I could bite them."
Adnan said, his voice breaking down to a mere whisper.
Nazpari's senses were on high alert. She had never feltbthis bold, or on terms with men. But right now, she wished that last night shouldn't have ended with just the kiss.
"Then do it. I have never felt this way."
Naz said, putting her fork down on the napkin, her shyness evaporating like thin air. She was surprised at herself to a weary extent.
"No I cannot. Yesterdat night was a mistake. A mistake, that won't be committed again."
Adnan said, his voice rising a notch.
Naz felt as though he had virtually slapped her, with his words.
Feeling as though suffocating, she said;
"I think that I should be going. Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, Mr. Sultan."
Adnan looked up from his plate towards her direction as she stood up, a fake smile on her face. He could see the façade, not because he was good in judging people, but because he had the very same façade on.
"I will drop you at Oxford, Nazpari."
Adnan said, tasting her name on his tongue. The name felt beautiful, just like the girl who it belonged to.
"No, and thank you for your hospitality."
She outright rejected to him, walking out to the bedroom, to packup her things.
Adnan stood up. Never in his life was he this much tense, about a girl. Only his mother and sister were the exception to this rule, and apparently Nazpari.
He walked towards the room, his walk silent and full of thoughts. As he reached the doorframe, he saw Naz putting on her wrist watch.
And then, he saw them.
Did she hurt herself?
They looked eerily familiar, but only because Adnan had experienced them.
Adnan walked upto her, who immediately covers them with her shawl.
"Nazpari, I will be dropping you."
Adnan said, dropping his Blackberry on the bed.
"I-"
Naz started, but Adnan wasn't used to anyone saying no to him.
"You will be going with me. That's final. Understood?"
Seeing Naz nod meekly, he felt satisfaction course through his very veins.
Naz picked up her clutch, and they both walked out of the suite. Nazpari admiring the beautiful hotel lobby.
Adnan opened the front passenger seat of the car for Nazpari. The person who never did anything, was holding open the car door, when he saw Nazpari rejecting him and opening the back passenger door and sitting inside.
Adnan closed the door with a bang, anger piercing through his arteries. His blood pumped in his ears, as the sound piqued up his anger.
He sat in the car, his knuckled gripping the steering wheel tighly. He clenched and unclenched his fists again and again.
He started the car, backing it from the Hotel and it's gates'.
The silence was becoming unbearable. No one said anything, only their breathing sounding once or twice in the dead silence.
Adnan looked at Nazpari from the rear view mirror, and she looked as though on the verge of tears.
For the first time, hurting someone didn't appeal to Adnan.
The engine of the car died down, as Adnan stopped the car in front of the gates of the Oxford University.
The large, old fashioned plus modern building rising behind those huge gates was quite inspirational.
Without further ado, Nazpari clicked open the door of the car, swung her legs out and stood up outside, on the drive-in.
Picking up her clutch and mobile, she looked one last time at Adnan and said,
"Good-bye, Mr. Sultan. I hope we never meet again."
Her voice sounding eerily happy.
"I can't say the same about myself."
Adnan said, looking directly at her, who still fidgetted with her fingers.
"But I do."
With that said she turned around, to face her uni, her hair flying everywhere and blowing in the wind.
Without looking back, she walked inside the check-in gate of the University.
Walking inside her dormitory, she saw evidence of sex everwhere. Clothes were strewn everywhere, as well as shoes and such.
"Oof! Finally you're here!"
She heard Anna's voice from coming behind her. She turned around to look at her friend.
"What has happened here?"
Naz asked, quite astonish.
"Sex. Sex is what happened."
Anna replied, looking dreamily.
"Eww!"
Naz exclaimed.
"You are saying as if you yourself didn't do it?"
Anna mocked Nazpari.
"Eww! What? I never had sex with anyone!"
Naz exclaimed, getting mad at her bestie.
"Ohh! Who went home with Adnan Sultan? Oh yes! My dear, sweet, innocent baby Nazpri!"
Anna said, mimicking Nazpari.
"You don't know the facts. I drunk dialled Adnan, which concerned him so he came to take me. When Xeres was harassing me."
She stressed on the last line.
"What? What did Xeres do?"
Anna asked, immediately concerned.
"He tried to kiss me. But Adnan came at the right moment."
Naz explained, sitting down on the couch.
"I won't leave the piece of shit! How dare he?"
Fuming Anna said.
"He was drunk. We do weird stuff when drunk. When I can literally call Adnan Sultan in my drunken state, Xeres can also do anything. It was the wine controlling him."
Naz qestioned, ready to petition in favour of Xeres even though he had scared her.
"How can you be an Angel and talk in favour of the guy? I swear you are one step away from being an Angel!"
Anna exclaimed looking quite cross.
"Okay. C'mon leave it."
Naz said, standing up again.
Curiousity lit up Anna's eyes, as they roamed around the clothes Nazpari was wearing.
"These clothes aren't yours, right?"
Anna questioned, raising her eyes in a curious manner.
"No, they are not mine. Adnan had said his butler to buy them for me."
Naz said, and then started blushing on her feeble attempt to not be embarrassed.
"Oh ho. So, I presume your night went fantastic?"
Anna said, gesturing at the love bite, and looking straight in Nazpari's eyes'.
"I fainted, for God's sake Ann!"
Naz protested.
"Ohh! Yes, okayyy. I totally not believe you."
Ann said, making Naz huff.
"I mean, see? Adnan technically bought new clothes for you, because most probably he thought you were uncomfortable in that dress! It shows that he cares!"
Anna blabbered, quite excited for Nazpari.
"It is not how you think it is, Anna."
Naz said, coming to sit beside her best friend.
"Naz, you are very damn innocent. You don't know subsequently men are difficult as well as easy to understand. And I think Adnan Sultan is no exception."
Sighing Anna said.
"Can we please change the topic?"
Naz whined.
"Sure bitch!"
And Anna proceeded to tell Nazpari about her own night, which began to digust her.