𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚AIZAL'S POV :

They say betrayal never comes from enemies, but do they even know that betrayal can knock on your door disguised as a stranger?

A stranger you made special, a stranger you gave your heart to, and that single stranger dug sharp nails into it, making blood to ooze out.

I'm that stranger in Ashan Hussain's life.

Meet me, my first name, betrayal.

And the second one, it's Aizal Mustafa.

I'm just nineteen by age, but everything about me says otherwise. I've only 6 months to live, no, I don't have any disease or anything like that, but the thing is that, my life is in control.

6 months is a really short time and in that spare time, I have to complete my mission.

Rosalyn moon which is basically my code name as an assassin, is assigned to kill him.

My life is in his hands, if I kill him, I get to live.

I'm selfish.

I only care about myself.

And I'd do anything to save my own skin, even if it meant killing the dangerous FBI agent, Ashan Hussain.

The fact that I managed to pull off this triumph and have him captured in my hands says it all.

He's the most powerful FBI agent, hunting Rosalyn Moon, and he doesn't even know she's the one he has brought home with him.

Yes, I'm living with him, playing a long-shot, dramatic, fake story that was fun to create and has completely fooled the smartest of them all, Mr. Hussain.

He says he wants to keep me safe and protected after hearing my bogus story, not knowing he's the one who needs to be kept safe and protected now that I'm here.

If I wanted, I could kill him within a snap, thanks to the trust he places in me. He thinks I'm just a 19-year-old university girl, which I am, but he thinks much more than that.

He sees me as a fragile, petite girl who needs to be protected from the cruel world.

But damn, the girl herself is crueler than the world, and the fact that this man has a heart of gold is just another reason to shatter it.

I'm the poison which can easily kill him.

but he says if I am the poison that will kill him,

he's ready to die.

He claims he doesn't believe in love, saying it's just lust and attraction, and a sense of protection he feels for me.

But fuck!

I don't care what he feels because my goal is clear. First, I need to complete all the tasks I've been assigned to, and then, finally, end him.

I know what I am doing, I know I'll hurt him, but I will do it. I'm khudgarz and I can't help. [ selfish ]

Right now, I'm sitting in Ashan's room on the plain white bedsheets of his king sized bed.

I apply some anti septic to the cotton ball and press it gently on Ashan's forehead which has been wounded and I'm dressing it.

he is injured.

All because of me and it's an achievement.

' those people' planned it all.

Ashan got hurt while saving me.

His hands were slightly wounded, along with his head, but it's just the beginning.

I'm here to completely destroy him. "Does it hurt?" I asked, feigning softness in my tone.

He gazed at me with his dark brown hues, which always seem to stare into my soul, as if they know all my secrets. This always makes my heart race and anxiety rush through me.

"No, but If anything would have happened to you, it would hurt more," he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I gulped at his cold yet firm words, of concern.

" do you want anything?" I asked while placing all the first aid stuffs inside the box.

" sit here, ruhum" he ordered tapping at his lap. [ my soul ]

"but you're hurt" I protested as if I cared.

" just oblige when I say anything" his voice filled with malice entered my ears and I swiftly obeyed him, sitting on his lap.

" you look beautiful, like always" he spoke as he traced his fingers all over my face, reading my features while I just gazed at him softly.

he placed a kiss on my forehead mumbling a ' I'll always protect you, ruhum'.

I gently placed my hand on his jaw and caressed his stubble, while he allowed it.

Ashan Hussain, a not-so-sweet man trapped in my triumph, is just a pawn in my game, but why does he feel so much more than just that?

"Do you want anything?" I asked again while he peppered kisses over my neck, making me arch my back, allowing him for more.

"As long as I have you, NO." he husked out.

He then started open-mouth kissing my neck and jaw, tainting my already marked neck with more of his fresh marks.

He darted out his tongue, licking my skin, his tongue darting downwards towards my cleavage as he inhaled my scent, stopping at the middle of my cleavage.

Then, he started pressing wet kisses on my cleavage. Moans were escaping my mouth as if breaths and I tried stifling them but miserably failed.

Ashan slid his hand inside my black velvet tight dress. He was about to glide his fingers over my skin when I reminded him that he's hurt and he should rest.

Not that I care about being fucked even with his wounds, but I have some things to get done as per the mission.

At first, he wasn't ready to let go, but me being the manipulator I am, did my thing.

Right now, I'm in the kitchen of his penthouse, making lemon tea for both of us.

Since he was in the room, I took the opportunity and called "that person."

He accepted the call on the second ring.

"Rosalyn Moon, I appreciate you. Your things are sent to your place already! I hope you cooperate just like this and save your life,"

the person from the other end speaks. It's the same person who has control over my life.

That person was talking about how I managed to bring Ashan to the planned place and all the drama that happened, and how Ashan saved me from getting hurt himself, which was all a part of our plan.

They need something from Ashan before they assign me to completely end him, and I'm assigned to do all the things they ask me to.

I have to save my life because it is precious, not for me, but I have to live for someone. Because if I die, that person will kill my someone.

I end the call and grab two cups of lemon tea, heading towards the room. I enter, but Ashan isn't there. I walk towards the room's balcony, and there I find him.

The balcony is huge and wide, like a whole terrace. Ashan stands leaning on the railing, talking on a call. I halt my steps, eavesdropping on his conversation.

"Rosalyn Moon thinks I don't know who she is and even thinks I'm just a pawn in her game. Meanwhile, she doesn't know that I'm the one who plans games,"

he spoke to someone on the call, his back facing me from afar. I think I misheard it, his words doesn't make sense, I'm the one who's playing games not the other way around. His words sent me chills making me gulp instantly.

his voice sounded extremely cunning, and sharp, making my hands shiver.

And the hot lemon tea from one hand spills on my leg as I hiss, causing Ashan to turn around.

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