By evening, she was dressed in a beautiful red bridal dress. Dazzling ornaments adorning her. Her face painted with light make up but that still gave her the exotic look which every bride would want. Her husband-to-be has demanded his bride to look beautiful.Beautiful for him. But her heart was pounding fast against her chest, she was dressed as a bride. A day she never expected in her life to occur. Her heart was restless. Myriads of emotions had succumbed her totally, capturing her soul. Hazing her brain as the clouds would do, she wasn't able to decipher anything.Anticipation.AnxietyFear.The emotions she felt was a combination of these three.She was a bride. Her feelings were so potent and mixed up that she wasn't able to understand that what was she feeling.She was repeatedly trying to calm herself but her heart striked as if it would jump out of her chest any moment. Nothing was working. And her wedding night, the thought alone was making her shake. Only one question was
She tried to suppress the rising fear in her, which was making her nauseatic already."What happened, Roshanay?" Alizeh asked, seeing her face getting paled.Roshanay moved her eyes anxiously towards the door, which Alizeh followed and she found her brother coming into the room."Bhai aa gaye," Alizeh said and stood up quickly to set her jewellery and lipstick with her finger."Best of luck. Don't worry. GBU," she whispered before standing up, straight up and passed a smile to her, before making a run out of the room, leaving them alone.Moosa, who was cladded in a black shalwaar kameez folded his arms against his broad chest and looked at her. Feeling his gaze, she looked down.She could already feel her heart beat getting out of control. The moment has came. The dreadliest moment of her life has came.Terror replaced every emotion. She wasn't a virgin and what if he wanted her? And what he would do if he came to know who she was.She was determined, she would die but she would neve
Before she could think of anything else, his lips were smashed into hers as they began to move vigorously against hers in a deep and passionate manner. He sucked, nibbled and bit on her soft plump lips taking her breath away. Delving more and more into her soft petals like he was drowning in water. She couldn't process anything and her mind went numb. But his hands which moved towards her head broke her cluelessness, she felt him playing with the pins of her veil, taking them off and released her hair while pushing her head more onto his lips. Her first instincts were to back away but his warning played back at her mind and she stayed rooted. Her lips didn't move but she could already feeling him licking the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. That made her heart race faster. What if the situation proceeded in the way she didn't want it to be?Hesitantly, she slowly, unlocked her chapped lips slightly and they streched when his tongue entered into her mouth. His hands played with h
"What is it?" he asked, his fingers sensually caressing her now bare shoulder before placing his lips on the edge of her shoulder."What do you want, wife?" he murmured against her skin, his eyes closed but she didn't answer. He heard her labored breathing and her ragged breaths and felt her, getting out of his hold that made her straighten up.Moosa saw how she retreated a few steps back and placed her hand on her forehead, drowsily, her eye lids drooping down. His eyes went down to her knees than back at her face.Her eyes closed and she blacked out but before she could fall onto the ground, he had her hand against her waist and pulled her petite frame in his arms, carrying her to the bed.He put her down on he soft mattress and laid next to her, his hand supporting his head as he faced her, bare chest. His eyes keenly observing every feature of her, from her eyes to her lips.She was beautiful.Another type of beautiful.She had a unique beauty to her, a charm, an aura, an ambience
A mountain of nervousness built within her heart. She could just hear her heart beating violently within her chest cavity. As if she was just able to feel the ferociousness of its uncontrollable beatings. The wild and rash heart beating, ringing her ear drums. She sensed the life slowly slipping away from her limbs, making her body ache with sudden tension and nervousness."Yes," Without contemplating, she answered directly so he won't suspect her."So what are you hiding, Roshanay?" he questioned, slowly digging his fingers into her waistband, playing with it."I'm not," she shook her head. Her body a bundle of nerves. Tears of apprehension burning her eyes, making her eye balls glisten."You are," he asserted.She gulped, feeling her composure sliding away as she just continued looking into his eyes worriedly. His hand slipped down, caressing her inner thighs and she felt her anxiety reaching at its highest point."I wanted to tell you something," she said again, her body going in a
She stopped dead in her tracks and when she looked at him, he was already turning off the phone before placing it on the site table and looked at her."Hmn?" he insisted. "And why did you leave this bed without my permission?" he questioned, looking at her."I didn't know...I'd have to...to take permission," she answered, looking down."Come here," he tapped the place next to him and watch her taking small step towards him and stood by his side.He held her hand before looking at her. Already feeling, slight tremors exuding her body.Within a flash, she was pulled down to his legs, face first. Her hips resting on his thighs and he placed his hand on her waist to hinder her movements."What are you doing?" she asked, swaying her legs in the air.He turned her body around in a swift move as now she faced him, with her terror stricken face. He pulled her body completely on the bed, hovering over her."Why the fuck have you removed your wedding dress?" he asked again."I'm sorry....I'm so
Tick TockTickTockHer ears were just able to detect this sound and her eyes kept on staring at the ceiling without a blink. The room was silent and she could hear his soft breaths as he was in a deep slumber but whenever she closed her eyes, trying to sleep, she would wake up.It wasn't due to the anxiety or anticipation of her future but she missed someone, dearly. On and on, she could see her mother's beautiful face imprinted, behind her closed lids. Since the day, she had gone and caught by those terrorists, Roshanay couldn't sleep. Her every night was sleepless just like this one.She knew her mother was most probably dead. Her unsurety about the situation was the only ray of hope for her. She could never assuredly claim that her mother was dead, there would always be a 'probably' there. If she could say, her mother was most probably dead then she could also say, her mother was most probably alive. That probably was a hope for her.A hope she was relying on and going to rely fo
"Slept well?" he asked, sitting beside her.She just gave a nod to him."Good. Any intent to get up yet or not?"And again her answer was a nod. She left the bed and was standing up when her hand was snaked against her waist and she was pulled to his lap.Her first instinct came in and she began to wriggle against his hold. Doesn't matter, how many night she had spent with numerous men she had always demonstrated her resistance and now it became a part of her instinct. Never in her life, she thought, could ever be able to get used to a man's touch. Never.Be that man, her husband."What are you doing?" he asked, pulling her more towards him.And here he despised this thing the most, her struggling and trying to go away whenever he touches her."Please," she pleaded, her fingers trying to pry off his grip of from her waist."Please what?" he clenched his jaw."You said, you've given me... time," she negotiated in her tremulous voice."It excludes coming near you. Don't twist my words,"
Roshanay's eyes opened and the first thing she saw was the dark sky. Immediately, the parchness of her throat hit her, fueled by the intense thirst and she sat up, looking around for water. And her eyes fell on the jug and glass on the table. She immediately poured herself a glass and chugged it down the throat. But only one glass was not enough to satiate her and she gulped two more. She instantly felt the coldness of water spreading in her dry throttle, bring her peace. It was then she realized where she was. At Moosa's office.And fear was quick to grasp her heart. She quickly sat up, pushing the comforter. Her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She looked around the room to confirm that he wasn't there. The struck breath partially released upon not finding him there. She thought of leaving the room but that cautious part of her brain told her otherwise. She thought she wasn't suppose to leave until he permits so she waited patiently for him to come and grant her permiss
Roshanay stopped dead in her tracks, her back straightening. Her heart began to shiver with fear. Agonizing fear. Her body began to tremble with dread.The marks on her back began to throb as she remembered the belt treatment that was given to her by him.She heard the door closing but she didn't turn back to look at him. Her heart palpitating in her chest.Dread creeping up her nerves. Knots in her stomach tightening painfully.She heard him getting closer and closer as her nostrills got enriched with his scent. And after a few moments, her vision filled with his sight as he sat on the sofa, the table infront of which, she was cleaning.Roshanay was on her knees, her hand holding the cleaning clothe of the table. She didn't dare looking up at him. Not even for a second.Her hands began to shake as soon as she felt someone was looking at them.She was visibly shaking."Alright. I'll talk to you later," with that being said, he cut the call.And then she knew, she was now center of his
Horror etched on Roshanay's face as she turned towards the crowd who stood at the door. Next, she climbed up the bed and reached for the door so she could run away. She didn't round the bed to reach the other side since Moosa was standing there in the center. "One step out of this room, Roshanay, and you'll see a fate worst than this dead man," Moosa said, without looking back at her. This ceased her movements immediately and she stopped. She saw everyone leave. Every maid. Every servant. Not even one stopped to help her and she stood helplessly near the frame of the door. Farah left as well. But when his mother was about to leave, Roshanay held her dupatta, glancing at her with pleading eyes. "Please... save me...s-s-s-ave m-m-me... I am...am innocent," she was hiccupping but in a low voice. Her eyes full of tears. "Mother, you're still here?" Moosa turned towards them, "please close the door once you leave," he said and Afsheen passed a sympathetic glance to her before leaving
Roshanay was in her room when a maid entered to serve her the dinner when she asked the maid, "what is this noise outside?" "This doesn't concern you," the maid's response was dry. The servants have begun to treat her differently after the truth of her past was revealed. And she knew it was Farah who spread her. She now practically controlled the house. All the servants and maid bowed to her. "Tell me or I will complain to Moosa," At this, the maid laughed. "Madam don't try to act like a respectable women. Or don't act as if you are the wife of the owner of this house. Also, Sir Moosa is getting engaged with Ms. Farah. That is why the noise," The ground slipped beneath her feet. "What?" She whispered to herself as the maid left. Grabbing her dupatta, she stood up and stepped out. Though, the door wasn't allowed to be locked after her claustrophobic episode but he forbade her from going out of the room. She went towards the lounge where the noise came from and was surprised to se
The next morning, Afsheen woke up and found Farah sleeping beside her. Farah has shifted to her room after Alizeh's kidnap to mentally and emotionally support her. Afsheen really appreciated Farah's efforts towards her. A smile came on her lips as she caressed Farah's hair. All her efforts in the previous days proved Afsheen that how much Farah loved her. And all Afsheen wanted was to equally love her back. The day after Roshanay's truth was revealed to them, Farah has told Afsheen about the love she had always carried for Moosa and then placed her request infront of Afsheen- helping her in marrying Moosa and in the divorce of Moosa and Roshanay. Afsheen had told her that it was Moosa's decision to take but then Farah countered arguement of Roshanay being manipulative and would pull Moosa back again in her charms and there were chances he might end up forgiving her. Slowly, without even realizing, Afsheen began to dance on Farah's tunes. Farah has completely manipulated her. Sh
His eyes struggled to open but with great difficulty, he atlast opened them. A wave of headache was quick to course through his head, making him close his eyes again. He croaked slightly, trying to sit up but he felt someone's hand around his chest. This made him open his eyes and he tried to get back to his senses. He was shirtless. Only in his boxers.Farah's clothes were lying on the floor and she was lying beside him. Sleeping.She was wearing his shirt. Only. Her legs bare were entwined with his.His eyes fell on the bottles of wine lying on the floor. All empty.Then he saw trails of hickeys on Farah's neck. Her scent on him.And he was shocked to the core.He tried to recall but his mind was blank. Rather it was smarting with pain making him unable to recall anything."Farah! Wake up!" he jolted her shoulder and she immediately woke up with a jerk."Moosa? What happened?" she asked, sitting up.Their position was too intimate."What happened last night, Farah?" Moosa sat up, r
Roshanay quickly stepped back to the room where she just entered from. And before he could do anything, she closed the door and locked the room. After she has fainted that day, Moosa didn't keep the door of her room locked but strictly forbade her from stepping out. She had almost died that day since the room where she was kept was out of electricity for about a week. And because of the heat and the utter darkness that consumed the room, day and night, she began to have hallucinations. And that evening, those hallucinations got intense and she felt as if she was seeing things. Once she got to know that the door of her room was not locked now, she had decided to began her hunt and search for the room where her mother was. She was so desperate to meet her mother. She just wanted a big warm bear hug from her now. Because only her presence could eliminate all her worries. She was just doing now and since it was 2 in the morning, she expected everyone to be asleep but she was surprised t
A week elapsed. A lot changed for Moosa.But nothing changed for Roshanay.While Farah reveled in her success. Farah came to know about the truth related to Roshanay's past, the day that security guard harassed Roshanay in the kitchen. She was standing out of the kitchen when she heard him threaten Roshanay. Farah was aware, if she would go straight up to Moosa and confess, he might not believe her or Roshanay could come up with another lie which will put her in a difficult position infront of Moosa. So she waited. Waited for the right time to strike. And the right time came when she got to know about Malik bringing Roshanay's mother back to Moosa. She devised the plan. Carefully. Waiting for the right moment to strike. She wanted Moosa to listen the word from the tongue of his dear wife's mother. And that's what exactly happened. After Alizeh's kidnap, her aunt had become so emotionally dependent on her. And she used this emotional dependency to exploit her. Her aunt was smitte
It was 4 in the morning when Roshanay's eyes fluttered opened. Her eyes connected with the ceiling. A dimly lit bulb was turned on and she realized she was not in her room.An instant pain bubbled up from her lips. She rubbed her tongue on her lips. They were dry and cracky with a metallic taste. She sat up on her bed to observe her surroundings. She had seen this room before since she stayed here when she first came in this mansion. Her gaze went to Moosa who was offering his prayers. She waited for him to be done with his prayer so she could request him again to allow her to meet her mother. He can punish her, brutally punish her for all she cared now. All she wanted in this moment to somehow hear these words, 'you can meet your mother' from his lips.Her eyes were aching with the need of witnessing her mother's face. Hear her voice. Touch her hands. Feel her warmth.Roshanay had thought her mother had died. When she was told about the news of her return, it felt as if someone ha