He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off completely throwing his bloody white shirt on the floor, followed by his white vest.
She was panicking. He was standing there shirtless in front of her. His naked torso was on display making her heart jump to her throat. "Pl..ea...se" she stuttered badly.
Her eyes came out of their sockets when she saw him unbuckling his belt.
"You let him touch you.." he roared while unbuckling his belt, and throwing it away, its metal making a clank sound on the floor.
She whimpered, her voice got lost all of a sudden.
Her body began to shiver with anticipation. She was having cold sweats. And then came down his pants. He was in his boxers now.
He jumped onto the bed and moved towards her, like a hungry lion moving towards his prey. She was shaking by now. Only small fearful whimpers were escaping through her lips. She was not able to form a word. The fear had totally jabbed her brain.
"I.." she whimpered, trying to crawl back but he was in front of her now. His hands immediately moved towards the neck of her shirt and ripped away her shirt with a jerk, creating a sharp sound in the silent room.
He completely removed the shirt leaving her in just her black bra. She tried to wriggle but he was much stronger than her. His lips latched at hers kissing her viciously and making her lay underneath him, tying her hands to the headboard with the torn piece of her kameez, locking her.
She tried to free her hands but they were tightly locked at their place. She moved her head here, stopping him from kissing her but his fingers dug into her cheeks, holding her head at a place.
He kissed her wildly giving her no time to breathe. His tongue thrusted into her mouth, moving against hers, feeling the dryness of her tongue. His hands roamed over her body feeling the smoothness of her skin. His legs encaging her waist.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Her ears were ringing. Her throat was painfully clogged with tears.
He pulled away, removing her trouser and his boxers, throwing them on the floor. He was stark naked. "Please no." He paid no heed to her begging and unhooked her bra, his mouth attacking on her chest. "You love that fucktard" he muttered, his tongue stroking at her sensitive area.
"Tell me Zahra, has he touched you like this?" He said while kneading the other breast.
"N..No..." she stuttered, embarrased and ashamed of herself. She was crying by now, her whole face was drenched with tears, her heart was shivering in her chest.
"Tell me has he kissed you..." he slurred, the alcohol taking a toll on his senses, and again got up to kiss her, "ANSWER" he shouted at her while breaking the kiss.
Zahra was in a total panic mode, her brain had stopped and she hystericay said, "No..No he did...didn't"
"But he was about to kiss you...kiss these lips..." he mumbled, his eyes hazy, while stroking her lips with his thumb..."My fucking lips... on which only I have the claim on " And he kissed her again...and again..and again..until her lips were completely and utterly bruised.
His head moved to her neck while his hands had started rubbing her thighs.
He was drunk and the alcohol was slowly taking a toll on his brain, jamming his senses completely and he could just feel rage.
He was raged after knowing that she allowed someone else to touch her.
He was raged after knowing that she was involved with someone else despite being in his nikkah.
He was raged after knowing that all the while she had been putting up a façade infront of him so she could run away with that fucktard.
His anger was shooting up with every second as the whole scenario begin to run in his mind.
His wife was fake. Just like his mother.
He gave her a good number of hickeys, his marks which he would make her show to the whole wide world. He kissed those marks and lips moved downwards trailing down soft wet kisses. Both his hands had attached them to her breasts now kneading them very softly. "You betrayed me." His fingers started putting more pressure on her breasts and she was wailing now...in pain, in fear.
She could feel his manhood rub on her thighs. Zahra was terrified of him. He pulled away and looked towards her. She was shaking. Her eyes were helpless, hopeless and begging him to stop her but it wasn't affecting his coarse heart anymore. She had messed with a wrong man.
"Please I beg you." She cried again.
"Don't do this." But in a flash he ripped her underwear apart and her heart dropped.
"NO! PLEASE!" She screamed with all her might.
Every room in the haveli was soundproof so her screams weren't reaching outside.
He got up on his knees on the bed, her withering body between his knees. He again looked at her face. Her eyes closed, a stream of continuous tears trickling down her face, her angelic face, her lips bleeding and bruised by his assault on them. Her neck, covered in his marks, never will he allow her to hide them, Everyone, EVERYONE should know that she is his, only HIS. He scoffed at his own thoughts as the thought of another man hugging her, kissing her came into his mind.
"Did he touch you here?" his hands traced her waist.... "Tell me Zahra, when he hugged you...were his hands here..?" both his hands were on the sides of her belly button.
"FUCKING ANSWER RIGHT NOW" he didn't need to threaten her anymore, his voice did the deed.
"Ye...yes.." She slightly muttered, not opening her eyes. He held her waist and his grip became more tight as soon as he heard her. He had vowed to remove the touch of another man from HIS Zahra.
"Ahhhhh.." she screamed when his hold tightened, and he bent down to kiss her again, her screams muffled by his tongue.
When he left her waist he saw his fingerprints on it. A devilish smile appeared on his face knowing that his marks will always adorn her from now.
He folded her legs, settling himself at her core. Her breath hitched.
"Are you ready Zahra?" he asked in his low dangerous voice.
"Please No! Please at least wait till our wedding night! Please! Please! At least give me some time till our wedding night! I won't deny you then! I beg you! I beg you! For the sake of your father! For the sake of your brother, sister, everyone! Please leave me! I beg you! I won't deny you at our wedding night! Give me some time! Please!" She cried loudly, her eyes closed as she said it all in one go.
"Ir..Irtaza please..." this time she was soft, her voice held the helplessness which she felt
Something tugged at his heart. Her angelic face still had that innocent look, although he knew she was nowhere near innocent and yet her helpless state affected his callous heart and he pulled away from her and wore back his boxers, untying her hands.
Her eyes were still closed and when she felt him untying her hands, her eyes opened.
Her body was paining from his strong hold. She curled up on the bed not being able to look at him. Her eyes cried tears of joy.
He was letting her go!
He handed her his shirt and trousers which she immediately wore and stood up running towards the door.
She opened the door with shaky hands as her whole body was trembling. "I kept my word and you will keep yours." He declared before she could leave the room.
"Yes" she replied not looking back and ran towards her room.