6

It was midnight when Noor completed her pending assignment that was suppose to be submitted by the next day. She was very tired and sleepy.

She came out of her room, when she felt thirsty, and made her way towards the kitchen, in the state of tiredness, bare foot and without dupatta.

After coming in to the kitchen, she quickly took a bottle of water from the fridge, a glass from the glass stand and started drinking.

After she was finished drinking, she kept the bottle and glass on its respected places and then turned around with jingling of the Payal and tassles, to only see him standing,

Arman, in all his glory, wide eyes, as it was new to him, mouth a little open, with slight shock, a folded coat resting on forearm,

Noor could not grasp the situation, she was stilled at her place, she tookin his appearance,

More broader, claded in black shirt with black pants, a little more bulkier than before, more muscular, and most of all a little more taller,

She averted her eyes before she could get caught.

Arman who just came after almost 2 years, never thought he would see Noor standing there without her dupatta,

It was shocking for him, because he never saw Noor in this state.

Claded in a loose t shirt, with a plazo,

He could even imagine the shape of her breasts, and the thing which made him feel pain in his groin was when he noticed that she was not wearing her bra, her little pointed nipples were on display from under her shirt, it was his first time seeing them, it was making him hard, very hard.

It was getting very hard for him to control himself and not to take her right there,

Noor when also noticed that he was staring at her chest, could not help but quickly folded her arms to her chest tightly, averting her eyes to the shelf behind him, and instead of getting hiiden, they became more obvious. And that did not went unnoticed by him.

A low growl erupted from the back of his throat,

Noor who was oblivious to the reason behind that growl, Went on high alert, she quickly made her way past him, but only to be stopped by his arm on her thin waist

Noor yelped, and Arman yanked her towards himself, so that her chest was pressed to his stomach,

She tried to push herself out of his grip but he was strong, very strong, and then  she could not even move as his other hand made its way to her side hip.

Arman bent a little so that his mouth was close to her ear along with his breathe fanning her hair and neck. He spoke.

'tumhe kisi ne sikhaya nahi k jab koi bara aata hai to Salam kerte Hain?'.

( No one taught you how you should greet your elders)

All the previous embarrassment left her, first because she thought it was she who was in this state and cursed herself for not coming with her dupatta, and anger took place, because if she even made a mistake, he is no one to take advantage.

Noor who was stunned by his yanking, gasped and glared at him when she heard what he said. And could not help but reply with sharp edge in her tone,

' or aap ko kisi ne nahi sikhaya ke ese kisi larki ko nahi pakarte?'.

(And no one taught you how to behave with a girl)

Arman was left stunned for a moment, he never thought her to be like this, he thought she was the quite, shy and submitting one.

He never knew she could reply to him with that tone. He was really amused, and only handful of things made him amused, and now this was also added in that list,

He quickly covered his amazement with a smirk and replied again.

'ese kisi larki ko nahi pakar raha, biwi ho tum meri'.

( I'm not misbehaving with any girl, you are my wife)

' Mai is rishte ko nahi manti'.

( I don't believe in this relationship)

Noor stated in an acidic tone,

Arman who was busy admiring the til, on her collar bone, snapped his eyes to hers when he heard what she said.

He pulled her more closer, if even possible and replied with ten times more acid in his voice,

'abhi to kehdiya, magar phir kabhi mat kehna, werna bohat bura hoga'.

( You said it now, don't repeat it again, or else you'll face worse)

Noor was scared now, she knew it was a low blow, but she could not afford him thinking, that she was scared. So with the only courage left in her, she replied with gritted teeth.

' mujhse Meri ra'aye nahi poochi gayi thi, mujhe sirf bataya Gaya tha'.

(No one asked for my opinion, they only told me)

' yeh mat bhoolo nikkah ke papers per sign Kiya tha tumne, poocha ho ya na, ab tum Meri biwi ho, sirf meri',

(Don't forget you also signed those papers, anyone asked you or not, now you're mine, my wife)

' to iska Matlab yeh nahi ke ap mujhe is tarhaa'n pakrain ya Mujhe apni property samjhe'.

(It doesn't mean that you hold me like this, or tell me that I'm your property)

She said while trying to push herself away from him, but all the attempts were futile.

Arman smirked and leaned back to her ear and spoke with seductive tone,

' trust me, pakarne se zyada haq rakhta hun, isliye yeh bakwas to kerna hi nahi'.

( I've many more rights to use on you, so don't talk rubbish)

Now Noor was angry, it was embarrassing for her to stand like this and listen to him, so she spoke with disgust dripping,

' Mai nahi, aap fazool batain kerrahe Hain or mujhe chorain werna Mai shorr macha dungi'.

(I'm not talking rubbish, you are, anyways leave me or I'll shout)

Noor again knew it was a low blow, but who cares?.

Arman chuckled at her last statement,

' jitna shor machana hai machao, Mai bhi to dekhun Kiya bolti ho sabko is hulliye Mai khare huye'.

(Shout as much as you want, let me see what will you say in this state of yours)

Noor gasped, and started thrashing in his arms, with repeating a 'chorein mujhe'.

Arman knew it was not appropriate to say this to her, everyone in the Haveli knew Noor and her being religious and full of morals, she was pure.

Arman held her tightly from her arms and jerked her forward so her elbows were pressed in his chest,

spoke in a slow but sharp voice,

'kuch din de raha hun, is rishte ko jitna jaldi qubool karsakti ho utna tumhare liye behtar hai, Verna baad Mai mujhe kuch mat kehna',

(I'm giving you some days, think about it, accept this relationship as fast as you can, or else be prepared for the consequences)

He left her arms and again grabbed her waist, bent down to her collar bone,

And kissed the til,

Noor's breathe hitched, she quickly jerked herself away, and surprisingly she succeeded this time, threw Arman a glance filled with disgust and made her way out of the kitchen, muttering a small besharam on the way,

That did not go unnoticed by Arman who chuckled darkly.

Behuda.

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Noor when reached her room's door took a sigh of relief and then went inside the room with small footsteps.

She was shocked, she could feel his hands on her body even then, she never knew Arman was this type of guy,

she knew those creepy feelings she would get when she was fifteen and Arman was around those days, she felt as if someone was watching her, but she never payed any heed, she thought it was her illusion, and she was just hallucinating.

But now she was sure they were from Arman,

Besharam na ho'n to.

When she made her way towards her bed, a faint sounds of azaans ( prayer calls) echoed, a small smile made its way to her lips,

It was almost morning and she had to go to university and submit her assignments, so dropped the idea of sleeping and made her way towards the bathroom to do wudhu,

After praying, when she was making dua, a slow cry from Azaan made her turn and she smiled

' assalamualaikum '

She said her Salam to Azaan who was busy stretching his arms on the bed.

Noor stood up from the prayer mat, folded it, placed it on her study chair, than made her way towards Azaan who looked as if again he would go to sleep.

' Azaan, uth jao jaldi se, Chalo shabash,

Maine apko tayyar kerke nashta bhi banane jaana hai, phir aapko Mai Tayi k pas chor ker aaungi',

(Azaan come on, get up, I have to get you ready before going to prepare breakfast, then I'll leave you with tayi )

Azaan when lost his parents 3 years back, was brought up by his Bari ammi and Arfa Tayi, they both loved him like their own.

When he was 2 years old, Noor requested her Dadi to shift Azaan in her room, so that way they can bond and have some time together.

Arman was the one who agreed to this even when he was miles away from there. It only meant that her every request, work, advice, help, everything was reported to him.

In two days Azaan was shifted in Noor's room, it made no change to anyone's routine.

The only thing was, when Noor would go to university, she will give Azaan to tayi ammi or Bari ammi.

Today was the same, Noor after done with her prayers, got ready for university along with Azaan and made her way downstairs.

Noor made her way towards the kitchen, after preparing breakfast, she fed Azaan with her own hands then ate her breakfast, anda bread.

As she hated milk and tea.

After feeding Azaan, she gave him to Bari ammi who was in her room, praying, then made her way towards the awaiting car that was supposed to take her to college.

While sitting in the car lost in her own world,

She looked calm from outside, she was acting normal, as if nothing happened just an hour ago, but only she knew what was happening inside of her,

She was scared, hell she was terrified,

She knew she had to accept this relationship sooner or later, and from many months she was thinking over this, as to accept this relationship, but what she witnessed barely an hour ago, changed her whole opinion, now she wanted separation, she will not live with him, they both were poles apart. So no, she wanted only one thing from him now, and that was, divorce.

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Arman went to his room after his encounter with Noor, he was hard till now, her sweet smell was still lingering with him, his mind was nagging him to go and bring her here and tell her who's dominant over here.

Before his mind could go further in provoking him, he decided to take a cold shower.

After showering when he laid down to sleep, sleep was no where near him, he was again and again thinking about her, her sweet intoxicating smell, her figure, her breast, her inviting lips, everything of her was provoking him,

his Every thought, every imagination, had dirtiest of illusions of her, and they were far from, pak.

It was almost fajr, but he was tired so he slept after sometime,

but that day he dreamt of her, under him, moaning his name when he would be thrusting deep in her.