Chapter 3- Too much possessive

Meher's p.o.v

" Then who is the girl in these photos," he asked me showing his phone.

I was silent because I don't have an answer. I am not understanding what I should say. But, how did he know that I went to meet my brother and spent some time with my friends. That means he was following my every move. Once he told me that his eyes are on my every move. I never thought that he was telling the truth. How stupid I am!

" Why did you open your niqab? He asked me holding my shoulder and opened my hijab and niqab forcefully. My hair became loosened and fall on my shoulder.

I didn't answer. I just hissed in pain. I said trying to free myself from his grip," Leave me. You are hurting me."

" Even after my warning why did you go to meet your brother? Why did you befriended with boys? Did you just forget about all the rules? He asked me and threw me on the floor. I landed on my knee and I am sure I have scratched my knees.

I said with my teary eyes," I didn't commit any crime. I have just spent some time with my friends and brother."

This time he holds my forearm and with an abrupt turn make me stood up. He pulled me so harshly that  I felt like my hand will crush any time.

" Why this guy was wiping your mouth? Why did he touch you? And you let him touch you. Fucking whore!! Tell me," he asked me showing a photo where Ariyan was wiping my mouth.

I couldn't control my anger anymore when he called me a whore. I replied sternly," You are overreacting. He didn't touch me nor I allowed him to touch me. It was just...."

I couldn't complete my sentence when my face turned into another direction. I touched my cheek where his palm connected. For the first time, he has slapped me. The impact was so hard that I felt like my jaw has dislocated.

I just looked at him with disbelief when he clutched my hair," You are talking back. You whore. Why did you let him touch your face. Did you just forget about my conditions that you will never allow another man touch you other than me. Did you sleep with him? Are you his mistress also. Did he fuck you. You whore! Tell me!"

" Stop calling me a whore! The only man I have ever slept is you. Why are you exaggerating? I asked him angrily and he looked at me with full rage.

"If I am a whore. Then, what are you? Huh! You are a cheater. You are cheating with your fiance. You are in a haram ( forbidden) relationship with me even after having a fiance. You cheater," I replied angrily where tears are soaking my cheeks.

He looked at me with so much anger like he will kill me anytime. But, I didn't get scared this time. He can't insult me like that without any reason.

He tried to say something when I said with too much hurt in my voice," I am done with your sick rules. I am a human. I have a life also. I am not a puppet."

Saying that I fall on my knees and started crying badly. I can't tolerate all this humiliation anymore.

I am still crying when I heard him saying on the phone," Throw away Asif Ahmed Khan from my hospital. I don't care where you will shift him. Just throw away him from my hospital."

He cut the call and I hold his legs. I said pleading," Please, Sir.  Don't stop my brother's treatment. Please."

" Then, apologise for disrespecting me and talking back with me. Otherwise, I will call the lawyer also to........."

He couldn't complete his sentence when I said pleading," Sorry. I will never talk back. I will never disrespect you. Please. Don't throw away my brother from the hospital."

I knew it. He is again blackmailing me using my brothers.

Listening to me, he smirked and stood me up clutching my hairs. I hissed in pain but he just chuckled.

He said dangerously," you will be punished for letting that bastard touch you. I will handle him after I am done with you."

I am looking at him with my teary eyes when he pulled me towards him and kissed my neck very harshly. Tears are already flowing from my eyes. I didn't struggle. I let him do what he wanted to do with me. What's the point of struggling? I have surrended a long time ago!!

After that he dragged me towards his bedroom and threw me on the bed. He threw me like I am any kind of object. I have no feelings.

He started opening his shirt giving me cold stares. I can see his muscular body.

I am understanding his motive. Before I could refuse he ordered me," Open your clothes and lay on the bed spreading your legs."

" Sir, Not now. I am really tired and hungry too. I haven't eaten anything except coffee. At least give me the chance to have my dinner,"  I said crawling on the bed backwards.

And the next moment he again clutched my hairs and asked," You are again talking back!! Tell me what's your identity?"

I was silent letting my tears flow from my eyes. He again asked," Tell me."

This time his voice was too much harsh which shook me from my heart.

" your mistress," I replied looking down.

He asked me grabbing my chin," And What's your job?"

I didn't utter any word when he asked again putting pressure on my face," What's your job?"

" Pleasing you," I replied timidly with my shaky voice and heard him laughing.

"Then, please me," he replied and tore down my every clothes leaving me stark naked. He was already naked showing me his hard huge manhood.

I laid down on the bed spreading my legs where tears are soaking my cheeks down to my jaw and neck.

This time he didn't do any foreplay to lubricate me, he just entered into me without any warning and I let out an ear-piercing scream. I felt like someone has shoved a heated knife inside me. I said yelling," Take....it....out....it's paining.... Ahh"....."

"it's your punishment for letting another man touch you," he replied sternly and increased his pace. I tried to push him away but he pinned my both hands above my head and pressed himself more inside me.

I was feeling like someone is twisting a knife inside me with full force.

He started biting my neck and breasts very harshly and made red bruises there.

My waist and naval also face the same fate.

He fucked me hard and rough for hours and I thought that tonight I will die. It really hurts a lot. I felt like my body is no more with me.

I thought that he is done with me but to my horror, he flipped me on my stomach and started pounding inside me from behind. At a time he was pulling my hairs also. He was pulling them so harshly that I felt like he will rip off my hairs from my skull.

My yelling and begging didn't reach to his ears. He didn't notice that my tears and saliva are soaking his bed. I cried so much but he didn't give any shit about my crying.

After using me for hours he threw me out from his room like a used tissue paper. He didn't ask me that I am ok or not. He saw me limping but still, he didn't ask me that I will be fine or not.

Reaching into my room I fell on my bed and started crying badly. I yelled," Why? Why I have to endure all this humiliation? Why my destiny is so cruel to me?

I hold a pillow tightly and said crying," Yaa Allah. Please, save me from this hell. Every day I am dying here. Every day I am losing my hope to be freed one day. Give me some peace. Show me a path to get out of this hell."

Author's p.o.v

Sehreyar is smoking a cigarette and also drinking alcohol. He is thinking about Meher. Her begging and screaming is ringing inside his head and he is feeling too much guilty.

He never wanted to go that much wild on her but he lost his control in anger and roughly fucked her. He can't tolerate Meher being close with another man. Over the months he has become too much possessive for Meher. He always thought that Meher is only his. Only he can touch her, kiss her and fuck her.

Now, He is feeling too much guilty for raising his hand on her. He never wanted to raise his hand on her but his anger fucked up everything.

He cursed mentally," Fuck!! I became an asshole. I shouldn't have gone that much wild on her. She is too young."

Without thinking anything further he walked towards her room and found that the door is locked from inside. He can heard the whimper from inside. He wanted to ask her that she is ok or not. He wanted to tell her that she can eat now.

He raised his hand to knock but his ego didn't let him. His mind said," Did you forget about your plan? You are becoming weak towards this girl."

Listening to his mind he jerked off the idea to ask her that she is ok or not. He returned to his room. He said throwing the glass on the floor," This girl meant nothing to me. I don't care she that she lives or dies."

Somewhere else

" What? Sehreyar isn't at home! Where did he go then? Sajal asked a maid who works at Sehreyar's mansion.

The maid replied," I don't know, Mam. It's been months sir isn't coming here. He hardly visits this house."

" Then, where the hell he lives? He didn't leave the country nor he is in any relatives house then where is he living? Sajal asked the maid curiously.

The maid just nodded in negative indicating that she doesn't know anything.

Sajal didn't say anything to the maid. She came to meet Sehreyar at his home but he isn't at his house.

She immediately called on Sehreyar's number and found it switched off.

She said clutching her phone tightly," Where the hell are you? I am dying to meet you but you are so heartless that you didn't even send a simple message to me."

" What if he has found someone else? her subconscious said and her face gets darker immediately.

She said clenching her jaw," Sehreyar is mine. I will never let anyone snatch him from me. I have to find out where is he staying right now."

Note

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