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,"