DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes move down on their own. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. "You know, what I want to do with you right now?" he whispered, placing his hand on the wall encaging her and at that moment she just wanted to hide in the wall. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered, "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash, he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. His hands released his belt followed by ripping off OF her shirt and her heart-wrenching scream READ THE COMPLETE DESCRIPTION INSIDE PLS ........ Roshanay, a simple girl with a painful life one day witnessed a mafia don committing murder and she had no other option other than to marry him.
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"I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back.
Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own.
He took one more step and she again backed away.
"Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck.
One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.
Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her forlegs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck.
"You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what I want to do with you right now?"
Her fear filled eyes just looked at him and she couldn't find her voice anymore.
"Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered,
"Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed.
Jumping over, he dug his fingers in her cheeks puckering her lips.
"You need a punishment Roshanay" he gritted before pulling back.
"Please no!"
"Dont you dare utter a word! Not a single voice! I told you, you carry my fucking name! My fucking name! You're my woman!" he shouted making her sob loudly, "And you still had the audacity?!" he roared. By now his shirt was off of him while his hands released the belt.
"Now face the consequences"
And with a harsh tug, the sound of ripping of her shirt was heard followed by her heart wrenching scream
Roshanay was in her room with her mother. She didn't know when this torture was going to end. And why she was specifically being tortured.Every night, they will prepare her and make her wait in the room for the customer but no one would come. It was done to create vulnerability and mentally manipulate young females so they could submit to her uncle. Roshanay always went against her uncle that was why she was put through this torture to make her every moment pass in anticipation. Praying that no customer would show up. Forcing her to expect the unexpected. Every night she stared at the door while being dressed up for the customer. But only once in every two week someone came yet they made her wait for the customer every other night. Previously, her uncle forced her to dance infront of others and other ways to give them pleasure that did not involve intercourse. But after Hafsa's persistent demand, her uncle had made her a bedwarmer too. She was being emotionally manipulated into thi
"Hands up," The man uttered from behind, pointing the gun at Moosa's head. Moosa slowly moved his hands up, raising his arms. "Who are you? What is your name?" The man asked, "and what are you doing here at this point of the time?" "I am Amir, a gardener," Moosa responded, "I'm new to this city. They told me that this garden is the most famous of this city. I came here to visit at night since during the day it's crowded," The man stepped back, putting the gun down but Moosa still kept his arms raised, "Can I put my hands down?" He asked."You can," The man responded and Moosa straightened his arms before slowly turning around. The man was holding the gun firmly, his eyes were looking around carefully. He was in his late forties or early fifties. The way he held gun, Moosa could tell that he was experienced in handling weapons."Don't come to this garden again for the next coming week,""Is it forbidden? Isn't this a public place?""Don't ask too many questions. If your life is dear
Roshanay wasn't allowed to step out of the house. She had asked Burhan that she wanted to visit the 'Love Garden' in the center of the city but Burhan denied her request, citing that the danger was lurking around. Despite her repeated insistence, he did not tell her what danger exactly. With Alizeh in the picture, Roshanay was able to get a sense of peace. The restlessness in her heart had slightly gone away. But there was another thing that had been bothering her. Alizeh has changed. She had gotten quiet. Talked less. Her eyes were always cautious, looking around. Roshanay continued to ask her about her troubled state of mind but Alizeh deflected the topic with a smile. Roshanay brought this topic on table with her brother and he told her that Alizeh was anxious about Moosa finding her as she did not want to face her brother yet. But there were moments when Alizeh's free-spirited nature came out, just like now. They both were cooking a Persian dish together- Tahchin. A savory ric
"We married, Nur. Willingly. I am the guy she loved,""What?" Roshanay asked with a baffled voice, "but you weren't with him, Alizeh. You were with that guy, Ihtesham. You took me to a restaurant to meet him... when did you escape? You made me meet him. You loved Burhan Bhai?"Alizeh turned towards Roshanay, "that attack was orchestrated, Roshanay.""What?! You orchestrated your kidnapping? But why? And why you took me there if all that was planned? And why did you make me meet Ihtesham if you loved Burhan Bhai?""It was not easy for me to escape. I needed to orchestrate my kidnapping to escape from my brother's claws. I took you there so you could be the eye witness of my kidnapping. When I took you to that restaurant that day... your-your brother was already there to take me while Ihtesham... I mean Sohrab, amidst all that chaos, firing and smoke bombs, he talked with you, making you believe that he had kidnapped me.""I don't understand, Alizeh. Please explain. It is not easy for me
UNEDITEDAs soon as Alizeh felt a caress on her cheek, she woke up with a startle. Her chest heaving up and down. She was a heavy sleeper. There could be bomb blasts happening around her but she wouldn't wake up but since the day he had entered her life, she has never fully slept, without a worry. There were nights, dark nights, when he'd sleep next to her but her eyes would remain open staring at him with fear. Even when he was asleep. Her brain did not allow her to keep her guard down when he was around. While he breathed peacefully next to her, just a slight movement by him arose a sense of deep panic in her. She was terrified. Traumatized. Her eyes moved around and saw the source of her trauma standing above her. His eyes connecting with her as he retrieved his hand back from her cheek. He was wearing a light blue T-shirt. Sleeves rolled up, revealing his arms. His one hand was free while with the other he held his coat that he had tucked against his left shoulder. "Alizeh, a
"Just to be clear, I am never letting you go back to that bastard," Burhan stated with a note of finality in his tone.She quickly shook her head, "I don't want to go back to him," She was aware that she had fallen for him. Long ago. She couldn't understand how, but all she knew was that her heart desired to be with him. However, after he failed to provide her with the protection she wanted from him, she realised she was not compatible with him. With her brother in the picture, it wasn't easy for Moosa to force his way back into her life."Good," Burhan said, standing up, "Tomorrow I must see you at the breakfast table," Burhan was about to leave when Roshanay held his wrist."Can I ask you something?" She said and he nodded.Roshanay looked up at him. Her mind ran with thousands of assumptions. Dozens of stories. She was still trying to connect the dots. Witnessing Sohrab at her brother's home, she knew there was something she was not aware of.So she decided to ask. A question that
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