Anya🎀✨

credits and thanks to @tojisloft

All your screams had become a repeated blur that fell deaf to his ears as he dragged you yet again into the car, the processes of your thrashing repeated with him finally arriving at the haveli. 

It was eerily quiet according to the evenings spent there usually, when the sun sinked lowered hiding in the curtains of the clouds is when usually the haveli came to life, with Naem's and Faisal antics and the laughter shared since both Uzair and Rehman were finally back at home but it was all so empty today that even your screaming tantrum halted for a second 

“ Bahar gaye hai sab”  he spanked your bottom again, the world was literally upside down from over his shoulder, you yelped and slapped your hand on his back “ Choro mujhe!! Choro mujhe” You cried squirming back with full force, he didn't reply to your demands he didn't felt the need to, he only walked up stairs till he had reached the room throwing you on the mattress, his intentions clear. 

You looked up ,your tear stricken face was of a dear that had found itself stuck in the headlights, your soorma mixing with your tears finding their way down the arch of your cheek, lips puffed up from crying so much a sight so beautiful Uzair blood rushed south,hardening instantly.

You clutched your sheer dupatta to your chest sniffling loudly, he didn't say anything just watched as your movements turned more uncertain about what you wanted yourself , Uzair leisurely lighted up a cigarette, the sound of the end catching fire flashing in the room with a small momentarily swish building up the anticipation of what he was going to do. You have fantasised about doing it with him some nights, when you weren't so scared of his presence itself thinking about giving yourself to him, if a thing so vulnerable will take out the ultimate softness of his heart but  he looked like he had gotten worse, and you looked like you had been set ablaze in contrary to your dreams of gentle love making this looked like a nightmare, he appeared he was seconds away from tearing your clothes and fucking you into the matress for the stunt you had pulled off. 

You could not just there like a helpless captive all evening you needed to say something even when the cold biting touch of the metal pressing in the side of your head still lingered

 “ Jabardasti kiya hua nikaah jaiz nahi hota hai Uzair, khuda se toh daro”

 “ Mujhay mazhab aur aqaid ki koi parwah nahi, aur is kamray ke andar main hi tera khuda hoon” 

The declaration made you pause, the impact to go straight to the in between of your thighs 

“ Sharam karo Uzair” you clutched the fabric tighter at your chest watching him go quiet with what looked a lot like regret or you did not know at all after all he really had not been what you were thinking he would be, but he was quiet now pummeling out long inhales and exhales of the grey smoke and just by a miracle per chance he had calmed down with the tobacco burning and filling his lungs.

 Carefully you put down your feet on the ground, walking slowly for the first few steps before hurrying your way to the door to escape the suffocating air of the room, to escape him. Even when you had twisted the door knob open he still didn't happen to move from his place, you were going to be free. The happiness was short lived as he shouldered you in to the very door, shutting it close with a loud thud. “ Kaha jaa rahi hai?” His hands fisted into your scalp grabbing you by your hair he flipped you around to face him, the sligt sting bringing new tears to your eyes, you yelped glaring at him as he peppered kissing at the line of your jaw exposing the line of your throat with another harsh tug to your hair bending you as he wished. He instantly sucked a pale red mark into your neck, “ Biwi hai tu meri ab” He said the unbridled sucking changing into hot open mouth kisses so happy with the syllable that he had started humming despite his simmering anger 

“Sun ki hi kitna accha lagta hai na jaanu” 

“ Mujhe nahi lagta!”

 You yelled genuinely thrown off by his crazy he was being, he pulled you into an erratic kiss, the world around crumbling into dust over the feeling of being razed so easily under his hand, the shock had made you gasp instinctively giving him way into your mouth, his tongue plunging into your mouth sweeping along yours, crashing, pushing you to submit not even pulling back when you had ran out of breath, the combined salvia running down the side of your mouth from how long he stretched the forced kiss, your hands slapping at his back and chest before finger curled into his suit for anchor to keep yourself conscious. You only found your breath back when he decided to pull back his lips finding their way to your neck again. 

You whimpered your legs collapsing with how muddled your head was when his palmed the whole of your left breast squeezing roughly, almost moaning out loud you thrashed fighting against the invasion, but ending arching pushing yourself more into his grips, nipple hard and scratching against the fabric of your kurta that every movement from his coarse hand ached so bad, “ Uzair please” you tugged at his hair his mouth refusing to leave the plane of neck and collarbones, occupied to mark every inch you had dared to expose that was his, he twisted both the nipples hard through your clothes the pain and arousal clouded you, your legs buck your heat clenching around nothing and  your hand moved innately connecting with his cheek with a loud crack. 

Your breath stopped and so did his actions all together, his lips ceasing their tortuous action pulling back with his head still lowered. Your hand remained stuck to his cheek unwilling to pull it back and see the red blooming there and what he would do with you for this antic, “ Sorry Uzair… galti se hogaya… voh mai-” He cut your off with a loud inhibited laugh, throwing his head back, “ Kitna darti hai yaar”  you remembered the same way he had scared you the night you met before, maybe it was all an elaborate joke he was still laughing wasn't he? You forced yourself an awkward laugh over your tears 

He licked the inside of your palm, kissing up the soft arch watching you with hungry eyes, oh he wasn't joking, he picked you up yet again ignoring your kicking legs throwing you onto the mattress more stoutly than  last time. You bounced slightly from the impact, scrambling back into the headboard when you found your body in your control again and that was the last time you did that night really. He lurched forward yanking your kurta over your head in a speed that was inhumane, “ Mujhe chor kar jaa rahi thi? Koi rishta nahi tha na humara, ab hai” he snagged the bra in one go, pausing to admire your body and how your heavy breast looked at him ,warm and inviting and you also froze under the worship of his eyes, letting him engulf and soothe the dark peak in his mouth. 

You moaned clutching at the bedsheets at the very new sensation that burned between your legs from how he caressed your nipple, circling his tongue around it in an unsatiated appetite other hand kneading the other abandoned side,

 “ Uzair choro!”

 You whined but you were also the one who was leaning into the touch, pressing and rubbing your thighs together for some relief, 

“ Badhi paak-daman banti hai tu, jaise tujhe meri koi zaroorat hi na ho, jaise tera mujh se koi lena dena hi nahi. Sab ke samne tu aise mukar gayi jaise tera mujh se koi chakkar hi na ho, jaise tu un andheri galiyon mein mujh se chimat kar munh kala nahi karwa rahi thi” you saw the anger blazing in his eyes along side with his need, that line has caught you in so much trouble and by the looks of it he was beyond saving , you did not know what he was going to do to you only adding in more to the tremble of your body, fear paralysing you to the extent you did not resist his hand tracing down your stomach, snaking into the waistband of your light sharara but your breaths spoke for you, broken into a thousand pieces shaking with an emotion you couldn't get your heart to explain yourself, you hadn't expected this to happen not ever.

His tanned hand rested at your bare skin of the mon pubis,brushing against the soft curl before dragging in between your slick fold, your wetness catching at his fingers, “ Yaha bhi sharafat bachi hai ya fir uski bhi kasar nahi chori apne haatho se?” You flushed red, you knew he didn't have a way with words ever and that every word out of his mouth spoke for what filth he was raised in but you this..this was something else, asking if you had fingered yourself like this,  “Dimaag kharaab hai kya aapka?” You shrieked, “ Ek toh aise janwaroon ki tarah kar rahe ho, mere abbu ko dhamki deke shaadi kar li” He didn't reply to your counter at all ignoring you were saying as if you were a child throwing tantrum, pulling your sharara down 

“ Hum normally baat bhi kar sakte the, infact aap mujhe pyaar se bolti toh mai jaati bhi nahi abbu se baat kar leti, aapke baare mei bata deti aur unhe humaare saath hone se koi aitraaz bhi nahi hota”

 His movements didn't falter for a moment pulling down your panties that got him a few kicks to the face but he just pecked them as well, you gulped down hard before continuing as ignoring that you were bare to him now would change his mind, your heat exposed to the air of the room and his ravenous eyes 

“ Par aapne ka toh har cheez ka tamasha bana diya, college ke saamne mujhe aise uthe liye aur fir mere abbu aur mujhe pe itne zulm kiya-”

 the cold silver of his taweez grazed your clit before his mouth did as he leaned in leisurely getting ready for the meal of his life, you jolted at the touch scooting your hips back, “ Aur yeh kya kar rahe hoon, choriye mujhe” he slammed your hips down into the mattress diving face in, his tongue licked a broad stripe over the whole of you, his chest rumbled with a dark satisfaction at finally having the taste of you and for the loud moan that teared from your throat echoing in the room. His beard scraped at the inside of your thighs, how could you ever fight this feeling? 

He thrusted his tongue inside not giving time to your untrained hole to ease around him and instantly started eating your out, his tongue slurping at your insides in wild strokes his moustache tikcling the senstive pearl that hide atop your folds, your legs tend to close which he didn't appreciate, digging his finger into your fleshy thighs and keeping them spread open for his eating, he pulled out after some only to catch onto your clit instead, suctioning the bundle of thousand nerves into his mouth, invientably your hips bucked admitting your silent defeat. 

Uzair poked his middle finger at closed off entrance, it slid in with due to the assistantce of your drenched self, once he felt your cunt clamp down on his finger instead of rejecting the feeling, he decided you were ready to take more and thrust back in two thick digits into you, you couldn't move under his grip neither could you bring yourself to open your eyes and look down to see the view between his legs, oh his prepossessing face buried in something so dirty with so much pleasure. 

“ Ah..Uzair h ..hngh”

The voice was so sweet Uzair almost wanted to fuck you then and there, he couldn't do that now but he started preparing you for it streching your insides proffieciently with the help of his finger while his mouth flicked the bud in his mouth or sucked the soul out of you with low hums that were bringing you closer and closer to your release. It hurted slightly from the reckless way he moving his finger but then he would curl them just right sending shocks through your body, you were going to break so shamelessly and you knew it.

You gushed down his face screaming his name, your finger tangling in hair to lodge him out from in between your thighs but he was still hungry, lapping at your release like it was his first meal in days, savouring it with loud lewd embarrassing swish to his tongue which didn't seem to phase him at all he didn't stop until he had sucked you dry, till you were nothing but a crying mess. 

Uzair chest heaved with unspent arousal as he pulled back, the line around his mouth glistening with your fluids,  he sucked at your waist once hard enough to leave a hickey before finally gathering himself to sit back on his knees, pulling the pathani suit off of his body. You watched him through your blur vision, watching the body carved through harshness before you, his chest wide and covered in coarde thick hair muscles that defined the whole of his arm and broad shoulder, just as his chest a thick happy trail that ran down his stomach, he noticed the way you were watching him with those half lidded eyes of course he did , and for once he didn't mock it bringing your shaky hand right where his heart rested letting you feel his the neediness that showed through in each pulse. 

“ Sab tera hi hai meri jaan, shauk se dekho” 

You shook your head muttering something about him to let you go, that this isn't right, your words slurred from the soaring high you were put through seconds ago. 

Your body locked in place when his bulbous head tapped at your entrance, the pressure of it just touching your entrance told you this was impossible to accomdate and you have heard from your married cousins how much it hurts, how it's no good. 

“ Kya hua itna sehm kyu gayi? ” 

He patted your cheek watching your eyes go wide with panic, Uzair put the frustation aside, the anger the surge of possesiveness aside and just watched you, his hard length twitched like it had a mind of it own, the sheer size of it made you want to cry and he was so upset wasn't he? He was going to ruin you 

“Idhar dekh” He patted your cheek soft till your eyes finally focused back on his face, 

“ Kuch nahi hoga, bilkul dard nahi hoga” 

you whispered not making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, before pressing the tip in further, “ Uzair!” your fingers tried to find comfort with the sheets, he pried your clenched fist open gently interlacing your fingers with his, giving your hand a small praising squeeze. “ Shh” 

“ Aaram se jaanu” he huffed roughly when your muscles tensed refusing to let him in, he let go of  one hand to massage the muscle around your thighs, rubbing the clit in gentle circles that made you drip out more of your wetness onto the mattress and his hard cock, he resisted the urge to slam in waiting till your walls adjusted to the head and then inch by inch he slowly descended inside you. There was no hymen tearing, no blood, no pain other than a dull drab. Tears glistened in your eyes that he didn't allow to grace your cheeks licking,kissing them away, “ Theek hai?” You nodded, it didn't hurt not like the heartbreaking descriptions your sisters told you in fact it burned in your core with an overwhelming fullness that you felt till your throat, maybe their husbands just did not how to do it OH FUCK he was your husband. Husband wouldn't be the right word to call it more like your captor- he buried himself to the hilt in a smooth one thrust blurring all the thoughts in your head. 

He pinched your clit gently, wracking your already very sensitive nerves, Uzair whole body shook from feeling your walls wrap around him like a vice, the bare heat was driving him crazy “ Ya allah, meri noor meri jaan” He started a rhythm that was exactly opposite of what you would expected from him right now, it was agonisingly slow making sure you felt each touted up veins of his length scraping into places you didn't know existed till now. This was more cruel, because you couldn't even pretend to put up a fight right now, it was like he coaxed you all the way into paradise and pulled back right before you could feel it, you needed it harder, faster. 

You nudged him closer, rolling your hips up in what felt a lot like defeat, he did not need words with you. He grabbed your ankles pulling them over his shoulder in one rough tug followed by a grunt that was not from the effort of shifting your position but for what he was going to do with you, burying himself to the hilt. Your mouth fell open in a quiet scream, oh how you fucking regretted it. 

“ Meri hai tu” He pulled back before surging back deeper , crushing your cervix“ Sirf meri” thrust “ Teri har saans, har labz pe mera haq hai” thrust “ Aur agar agli baar mujhe chor ne koshish kari toh tera  voh hashr karunga ki yaad rakhegi” thrust “ Tere wajood par sirf meri saanson ka haq hai, meri qaid hi meri mohabbat hai” He groaned out the words  frantic and choked out in between his moans, your cunt clenched around him pitifully despite how scared you were and how much you hated how his words deduced you to his mere property but there was a thrill being owned like this that betrayed the logic of your mind with your body convulsing in need and for him.

He measured the very inside of your body with his ramming into you with heavy thrusts that made a loud thwacking sound with how your bodies slapped together, his hefty balls thumping at your taint. You weren't moaning sweetly anymore, you were mewling like a kitten, your toes curling with how violently he hit your sweet spot. The feeling tangled into a knot in your stomach, the shape of his dick showed through the belly bulge that he further pressed on his hand possessively watching how deeply he had claimed you. He lugged you sliding your legs down from his shoulders to his waist so it eased some of the cramps of your thighs, positioned you to wrap your legs around it, 

“ Pakad ”he hissed in frustration when you didn't comply he retorted to shoving in with a force that had you instinctively clinging to him, legs enclosing at his waist tightly, hands going to his shoulder to purchase. He started snapping his hips the position had sheathed his cock in deeper reducing his movement to a slight pull back and a vehement push back in. You tried to find some ‘freedom’ moving your hips back “Hilne ki himmat bhi mat karna, jaisa kaha hai waisa hi kar” In reply instead of defiance all the came out was a maim. Wiry hair brushed up at your clit in cue with his fucking the friction delicious along with the stretch inside you  making you more and more pliant, your nails dragging down the large muscular scape of his back leaving behind claw marks of you pulling him deeper and away all at the same time.  

Uzair’s breath quickened, his rhythm seemed to falter for a second before renewing back with more vigour the final blow being how he growled your name looking you right in the eyes with the desperation that he will go into rues if he didn't have you. Your whole being convulsed, gummy walls squeezing him in as you finally let go of the knot in your stomach with a raw hoydenish voice you did not even know you had in yourself. 

That howling turned into whimpers of his name as he still continued the brutality on your now puffed up pussy before he finally came to an end, forcing his hips down completely with yours like there was any space left and released spurts after spurts of his release, “ Meri jaan”

You sniffled crying into the pillow, “ Are? Ro kyu rahi hai?” He forced himself out of the half lidded haze to pull out slow from yours wall that still held on to him, “ Theek toh hai na?” What were you supposed to say? You were fine physically, quite frankly you were in a state of bliss but your mind felt so jumbled but you nodded regardless. He cupped your face so gently nuzzling your nose with his till he felt the heave of your chest drop into regular breathing , “ Kitni pyaari lag rahi hai” he muttered lovingly, tutting when he find his seeds spilling down your slit and makes it his responsibility to make sure all of it stays in. Scooping it up and pushing it back inside your swollen hole, you twitched whining.

You were too tired to say anything as he washed you in the tub with the expensive body bath that definitely did not belong to him ( its Ulfat’s lol) , clipped your nails so carefully handling the small device in his hand fondling your palm his, brushed your long hair and braided them loosely whispering about how precious you are. 

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You woke up, body still warmed up from his embrace your backside wet with white sticky fluids that he spilled on you while you were asleep, he grinned watching you stir and before you could fuss about the situation at your back “ Sorry na jaanu” he wipes it off clean with a damp cloth, 

“ Kapde laaya hoon tere liye, taiyar hoke niche aa jaiyo” 

“ Rehman bhai ko kya bolonge?” 

“ Ki tujhe le aaya hoon, thodi der se gussa karenge fir maan hi jayege”

“Bas?”

“ Haan toh voh khud bhabhi ko aise hi leke aagye the mujhe kya bolege” 

Your nose flared in anger, watching the set up suit and bangles at the bed for you to wear and act like this was normal, “ Pagal ho gaye ho aap” You muttered harshly, his smile dropped eyes darkening “ Majaak bana rakha hai mera!” You hustled away the set from your feet, his hand moved swiftly grabbing your jaw firmly 

“ Chup chaap se taiyar ho jaa, dimaag mat kharab kar mera” You shrugged him off with equal foulness, “ Accha theek hai sorry.. Chahe mujhse jitna bhi gussa hai neeche toh jaana hi hoga na fir bhi kapde toh phen le”  He eyed the exposed part of your body , before his gaze settled back at your face “ Bol toh kuch” 

You ignored him, the guilt of all that you enjoyed last was a heavy feeling that weighed down your shoulders but made you hold onto some pride, finding the only last piece of left defiance in you was to be quiet,not give him the privilege of your words, your anger because you knew with how depraved he had become he would have realised anything you gave him at this point, anger, hatred,love anything but indifference or profound sadness. 

You could hear their muffled arguments from downstairs as you dressed yourself in the clothes he had laid out, a peach pink suit of the colour of your lips, the bangles chimed in melody in contrast to the rough exchange of words that happened beneath the floor under your foot. You watched yourself in the mirror straightening out the suit that was threaded with thin embroidery of a metallic gold, the lines so thin it barely showed the lotus woven into it unless it caught light from outside, you draped the dupatta over your neck covering the marks he left behind so passionately. The door clicked open and he let himself in while you were in the middle of adorning yourself with the kohl he had put down on the vanity 

“Haaye” he whispered lovingly, exaggerating the sound by putting his hand on his heart as if wounded by your beauty, you held yourself back from rolling your eyes . Mashallah, jitni baar dekhoon tum aur haseen lagti ho” He closed off the distance in seconds, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, swaying you slowly. You didn't give your attention to him, eyes focused on yourself in the mirror, he tried wooing you by sweet talk and hums but your resolve remained all the same. 

He pulled you up in the same way he had kidnapped you from the street, just by waist and pulled you into his lap, securely as he plopped down on the bed. Nibbling your lower lip, only then you noticed the red mark on his cheek not from your slap from last night, he clearly got slapped again downstairs. ‘Good he deserved it’ but some part of you did not like that somebody put their hands on him and before you knew you had touched the mark, the thin pressed line of your lips shifted into a pout that he was more than willing to kiss away. 

“Aaine mein bhi khud ko mat dekha kar, mujhe hasad hota hai. Tu sirf meri aankhon mein khud ko dekhegi” 

Hasad- jealousy 

What a crazy man.

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 Faisal was as delighted to have you. When he saw you downstairs he clinged at your legs boasting about how he has a chachi now,  even on the breakfast table nobody commented on it. They just welcomed you with warmth and heartiness with Ulfat and Rehman giving you both blessings and talking about arranging a proper nikaah and walima for you both, Uzair one hand remained permanently glued to your shoulder keeping you pulled into his side , and everyone was laughing ? what a family of lunatics. 

Three days passed in silence while Uzair tried to keep you like a child, buying you expensive stuff moving all of your childhood bedroom into his room, whether it was watching you sit for hours or praising your beauty. He did it all with devotion, ending up tired and sleeping with his head on your lap.

He never missed the chance to kiss your forehead, Ulfat took off your nazar everyday and you felt like you were truly going mad because no matter how hard you tried to stay upset your legs would go weak at the sight of him, the oppressiveness so dear. 

They had arranged your second marriage and you weren't having it obviously, the fifth day you hugged Uzair from behind a calculated move, sniffling into the fabric of his pathani suit, “ Kya hua jaanu?” “ Ghar ki yaad aa rahi hai, abbu ke paas jaana hai” “ Mai leke chalunga na bas aaj nahi.. Aaj kaam hai na mujhe” You had known he would be busy heard it over when he was talking to Hamza on the phone and the brief eavesdropping you did on him and Rehman, and exactly why you had chosen this day, “ Mujhe aaj hi jaana hai” You fisted your hands crying loudly. You could see the stress take over his whole body, he gently tucked you into his chest, “ Bas bas..” he wiped the tears he couldn't handle seeing on your face, “ Phone rakh le abhi call pe baat kar liyo, kal leke chalunga pakka” You shook your head playing upset even though it was exactly what you wanted. “ Please jaanu kal pakka le chaluga”

The second he left you alone with the phone, alone in the house you were dialling your friends phone planning your escape, deciding on the road end for your friend’s car to pick you up. 

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The bustling roads were a chaotic mix of shoppers, honking motorbikes, and auto-rickshaws weaving past open-front fabric boutiques, shimmering jewelry stalls, and wooden street carts. The air thick with the rich aromas of frying samosas, spiced chai, and jasmine incense, while the continuous sound of street vendors loudly calling out prices blends with the lively hum of customers bargaining for the best deal while you treaded forward in the heat in the same clothes you were lazing in the house in, the print was fading , the neckline had lowered from the hundred times you had put it on before going to sleep and even when you steps were shot and quick there was a small part of you that did want Uzair to appear to pick you off the ground again, what a vile disgusting thought but it brewed, and burrowed deep in your chest. His warning echoing in your mind and burning between your legs “Meri baat kaan khol kar sun le, baahar ek qadam bhi mat nikaalna varna issi kamre mei band kardunga tujhe” 

You reached the end of the street and saw the white car parked in your peripheral vision, the face of your friend visible from the driver seat, she wasnt beckoning you in but sitting like a statue but you couldnt spend your time comprehding the look right now and lose the only chance at your freedom and rushed forward, holding the handle in your hand. 

A tall shadow loomed over you engulfing you whole, you didn't need to turn around the intensity at which your hand was yanked back told you who it was

Uzair threw you into the room uncaring of where you landed, you yelped out loud falling back on the marble with a dull thud your hair ruffled from the struggle and fight you had put up, he snapped your phone in two watching you with cold eyes

“Main ne tujhe tameez se rehne ko kaha tha, lekin tu masoomiyat ka libada odhe aik makkar loomri ki tarah bartao karti hai, ab yahin sar”

he snarled smashing the already broken phone into the floor, moving close leaning into where he had put you. His closeness seemed to suck the very oxygen out of the air, your lungs burning for air, you regretted every second you had spent admiring him, all the eight months you had spent making him follow you around like an abandoned puppy for your scraps of attention because he clearly wasn't the same man anymore. Your lips quivered, eyes flooding with tears, “ Kya dikhana chati hai sabko?” he glared at the falling neckline with pure unadulterated rage and disgust at how it showed the mole at the start of your breast a sight that was supposed to be reserved for him. 

“Tum ne nahi dekha ke kis tarah har mard bhooki nazron se tujhe sarak par chalte hue dekh raha tha, main ne dekha, main ne unhein us par nazrein jamate hue dekha jo mera hai, jaise woh meri jaan, meri mohabbat ko haath laga sakte hon” his hand grabbed at the nape your neck, coercing your face closer with his

“Yeh manzar sirf mere liye makhsoos hai” he grumbled his finger pressing into the mole with an intensity that bordered on violent. “ Sorry Uzair agli baar nahi hoga pakka” You pleaded, batting your lashes at him that were very heavy with teardrops, staring up at him with doe eyes.

 “ Yeh masoom chehra banane se woh nahi badlega jo tune abhi kiya hai, tujhe maine phele hi bol diya ki mujhe yeh tere bhaagne se saqt nafrat kyunki voh bhi ek jooth hai teri har baat ki tarah” You knew it was the half truth, a part of you craved the fear thrill of being chased by him but the other part of you was equally thrown off by what was your life had become. 

“ Uzair sach mei khuda khasam agli baar se nahi hoga” he catched you by your wrist and pulled you onto the bed and over his shoulder, you screamed as his hand hit at the delicate flesh of your backside , the pain making your jolt forward. 

“ Chup reh” 

He was pouring his bottled up pain and anger into your skin his hand coming down fast on both your cheek in harsh repeated motions with a precision that was made to sting, you s cried out kicking your legs only to feel his hand get tougher irritated by how there remained some fight in your heart. 

You screeched his name the small cries and whimper turning into loud heart breaking sobs as you couldn't understand what do with yourself,  that even the unbearable pain had found its way between your legs, making your throb and drip out more of your honey into the chaste fabric of your panties, Uzair stopped at the sound of your cries his hands stopping abruptly, he palmed your ass once tugging it up watching the plump fat jiggle as it came back down, landing a last undemanding spank that wasnt supposed to hurt, and it didn't it just seeped into your skin sinking down into a heavy ache between your legs, how he couldn't punish you for a minute without feeling like he would break himself, and the musk smell of him, his tobacco, the gun barell dust all of it so uniquely. 

He pulled down your plazo to expose your red bottom, the mark fresh and prickled when he soothed them with the very hands he caused them. You were facing him the other second still sobbing openly “ Ro mat.. Mujhse dekha nahi jaata” His hand dipped down your spine to the small of your back, holding you closer. “Aise karte ho fir bolto ho ro mat ,kitne gande ho aap” You sniffled , your nose turning red from how much your rubbed it clean from the back of your hand. 

“Mera dil dukhta hai yeh soch kar ke tum mujhe chhodna chahti ho, main tum se itni mohabbat karta hoon ke mujhe samajh nahi aata tum mujh se alag kyun hona chahti ho. Main jaanta hoon main sakht bolta hoon, aur tumhare jitna khoobsurat bhi nahi hoon, lekin main tum se pyar karta hoon, kisi bhi cheez se badh kar pyar karta hoon. Tumhare chhod jaane ka khayal bhi meri saansein rok deta hai, main khud par qaabu nahi rakh paata meri jaan” his hand slipped back lower to check for marks and swelling but find your wetness instead ,  “ Aap mohabbat nahi karte, yeh pagalpan hai. Khuda ke liye mujhe jaane do, mujhe aap se darr lagta hai” 

His strong hands grip your waist, effortlessly lifting your trembling frame like a delicate doll. "tum fir se jooth bol rahi ho” he murmurs, his brown eyes gleaming with dark intent as he unties the knot of his salwar, The thick fabric loosens and pools onto the marble floor, revealing the imposing heat beneath."Tujhe mujhse darr nahi lagta, tu is baat se darti hai ke tu mujhe chahti hai” his hard length pokes at your trembling entrance, you clutch at his shoulder refusing to be lowered. 

His heavy hands grip your hips, holding you suspended above his aching heat. He watches the violent shiver wrack your frame as his blunt tip presses against your slick entrance. A dark smirk curves his lips. “ "Tu jitna khud ko rokegi, utna hi mere qareeb aayegi” You bit your lips watching him as he slowly pushed forward to stretch you wide. The obscene sight of your pink inner wall expanded to fit around him, then slowly you nodded ,he thrusts upward sharply, forcing himself deeper into your slick heat while drawing a helpless gasp from your lips.

His chest rumbles with a frenzied grunt as your tight walls spasm frantically around his thick length he murmurs, “ Meri bhi apni jindagi hai..mai aise nahi reh sakti” You choked out on your words as he grinds deeper into your honeyed heat, savoring the helpless shudder that ran down your thigh, “ Tujhe teri jindagi milegi meri jaan, bilkul milegi mai har cheez mei tera saath dunga, lekin azaadi nahi milegi .. Mujhse nahi”

He started bouncing you, dismaying every thought that once was in your hand ending the argument before it could even begin pulling you up till he terrorised you with him leaving you empty, his girthy head almost out of your body breaking you into cries for him to not pull out only to be dropped back on. The sheerness of his length knocking the air out of your lungs each time, his tip hitting your cervix with devastating blunt force that made your eyes go back. All you saw was white, nothing more than a scattered breath made out of your mouth, “Uzair” he nodded crying your name feeling as helpless as you when it came to his feelings, he knew he was being cruel, bring down your life into the same mess he had been. 

“Mai kahi nahi jaungi” 

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck, steadying yourself and thrusted recklessly from below rutting into you at inhumane vehemence, with the urge to break you and he had finally got the first of your ruins, he was going to delve in it. 

“ Aapk joh bologi voh karungi” you drew half moons into his back and the nape of his neck, your very own canvas. His eyes fixed at the bounce of the ample flesh of your chest, hypnotised by the movement when he held your own hand to your engorged clit to watch how true you will stay to your words, how far would you go to obey him “Khud se kar” . You eased the bud all the shame drained out of you after all that had happened and for the need to be validated to be his good little wife like he intended you to be, “ Aur zor se” You obliged to his command nothing but mud in his hands, pinching the sensitive flesh hard and in an immediate response your back arched off like a drawn bow, a shriek tearing out from your throat but you didn't stop,listening to every degrading lewd order he gave you.

 You felt his length pulse in your cunt, your own velvety walls collapsing to hold him in deeper. You both came to your high at the same time, the wetness spilling to your hands, both of your clothes, not realising when your mouth had found each other, the passion burning into prurient whispers of each other's name with an exaltation that was unheard of

The room you were sitting in burned bright with yellow lights. You sat cross legged on a bed with your palms facing up, a soft smile adorning your face and you watched the two mehendi artists trace intricate patterns on her hand. The intense, earthy and herbal scent of henna mixing with the scent of roses wafting through the air from the rose garlands hanging on the wall. You had always dreamt of a moment like this but not in the circumstances which you were currently in now. You sighed in quiet defeat as you heard your ammi said

“Jitna gehra mehendi ka rang utna tumhara shouhar tumse pyaar karega”

All you could do was smile at them and just wonder if he really loved you or was it just obsession guised as love, but you also saw the softness he was watching you with right now from the side of your eyes , he wasn't performing for an audience ,no one was really looking at him including you ( according to him), he just liked watching you like a love sick fool, with his cheek rested into his palm with a boyish expression. 

You leaned back against the headboard, your palms still facing upward waiting for your mehendi to dry, back cramping from sitting straight for so long, you watched with rapt attention how Uzair was pacing around the room talking to someone, it was mostly curses but you couldn’t help but listen to it all.

When the mehendi of your feet and hand dried, you were still worried if you would smudge some of it. Uzair did not needed to be told twice and picked you up carefully not to crease your anarkali suit or disturb the design of your body, “ Bas aap logo ne bahut baat karli ab mujhe meri biwi chaiye” “ UZAIR” You blushed hitting at his chest.

He carried you upstairs, laying

 you so softly into the mattress you could feel the air kissing your skin“Uzair…aapse ek baat puchhni thi, abhi puchhu ya kaam me mashroof ho?” but the gentle breeze of a touch left you as soon as it came, he became occupied in his damn phone, the same phone that planted the seed of suspicion into your head and started all of this in the first place. 

“Puchh lo meri jaan joh dil kare, tere liye toh mai sab kaam chhod du”

“Aise baate mat kara karo, Mujhe puchhna tha ki aap do phones kyu rakhte ho apne saath”

“Kyu tujhe kya? Meri marzi”

This blatant audacity provoked you,

“Me puchh nahi sakti?!” Your voice went a pitch higher. 

“Mene aisa thoda kaha, bilkul puchh sakti ho par jawab dena hai ya nahi ye toh mera faisla hai na”

“Aap seedha seedha batate kyu nahi ? do phones rakhte ho?”

“Mere khudke kuch wajohat hai, mai tumhe kyu batau” 

He looked like he was thoroughly enjoying your outburst and he was, oh how adorable you looked when your face scrunched up

“Kyunki mai aapki biwi hu. Aap kisi aur ladki se baat kar rahe ho na? Laga hi tha mujhe, aapko toh sirf jhoot bolne aata hai haq jatana aata hai, mazak udaya, pyaar ka natak kiya tha na aapne?!”Tears came quick to your eyes, you wanted to slap him but the mehendi was too pretty to ruin and you weren't sure if it had dried fully , you just let out a defeated sob and leaned back further into the mattress 

For the first time you saw panic in Uzair’s eye, the dread emanating off him in waves

“Nahi nahi please meri jaana rona mat!”

He tried to wipe your tears but you pulled back before he could lay his hands on you

“Me mazak kar raha tha, tere liya hi liya tha yeh dusra phone maine! Mere iphone se tere khatara bbm pe sms nahi kar sakta tha isliye ye vala liye, please jaana rona band karo, maaf kardo” from the day he had spent stalking you in the starting month, he observed the phone in your hand as you left college and bought the same of for himself before you two had even started speaking.

“Oh…..” was you all could say

“TOH YE PEHLE BATANE ME PAISE LAGTE HAI AAPKO?!”

“Main majak kar raha tha…”

“Bade mazakiya banne ki khwaish hai na appko jao aaj sofa pe so”

You can't believe all of this, all of this havoc for such a petty misunderstanding,

“ Are are itna gussa?” he crawled above your body watching you with that same ‘ i am not budging’ grin, “ Mera phone se takleef hai toh jab man kare check kar liye kar” he put down the phone by the side of your head, “ Kyunki jitna haq mera tujh par hai utna hi haq tera mujh par hai” 

And the next time you said  ‘qubool hai’ ( actually the first time) was in front of the veiled stringed of jasmine and roses, and a thin netted curtain, where on the other side sat Uzair, you were still very much his kidnapped bride but this time in the dress you had chosen, watching the deep red pool like blood at the floor as you finally accepted your reality, the reality that the rest of your life would be spent in his arms 

a/n- cant stress on how much my home girl saved my ahh hehe, hope yall would like it!!

thanks to mah baby @chai-ke-sath-parleg

College started out as a peaceful temporary relief from the eyes of your forebodingly strict parents , you weren't half as interested in studying as you were in attaining some sense of freedom, your parents were your dearest ? yes, but were they also suffocatingly conservative and scared to let you out? Also yes

You course sat on the sidelines , study didn't have a knack for you but the ambition to score good did, so after time you learned to gobble up books you didn't fancy just for the sake of seeing an high score on the paper, you had girls you can call friends, girls who didn't judge you for your overly naive understanding of the world or the fact that you needed assurance to cross the road for the first few months, everything would have been if you weren't met with him, the day of your college fest that marked one of year of your anew life. 

For the first time in your life you had worn a dress, a dress that you had stuffed forcefully into your bag to change into it inside the college, first time all of your friends fell busy to an emergency and had to leave you alone in the late evening, they were worried of course so they wrote a small chit for you to follow, for what to tell the auto rickshaw driver and the address to go to where they were all going to meet eventually at the end of the night, you made it till there your hands clenched in a fist to attack the driver if he took a wrong but fortunately nothing happened in the auto you reached safely but your ears ringed with the sense that something was going to come your way. 

You checked the purse, shuffling through lipsticks, massacras, napkins, pads some spare change, you double checked going through every nook and corner of the leather that was half torn at the insides and yet no sign of the club ticket at all, it went up in smoke vanished like it had never existed, your first instinct was to ring up the phone but your friends hadn't reached themselves though and standing outside in a place that were a harbour for drunk was already settling off your - not used to people- brain. 

Your feet ached from the heels standing in front of the man who kept the gate closed telling him off in whispers that your friend would be here any second, and that you lost the ticket on the way but with the decibel you were speaking in he barely made out anything you were saying 

“ Y/N” 

It was a man, his voice reverberated in the dead of the night outside the club that was filled with the mixed jumbles of the songs that made out the door, a voice so distinct you froze in place, not a friend, not your relative, definitely not your father but a boy you had encountered in your early teens when you went to the Baloch Haveli with your father for work. 

You turned back slowly as if that would change the reality of you being caught, the world was a beautiful mess that night standing under the streetlights seeing the boy who once scared you standing over you as a man who terrified you,  before any words could even touch your lips he started 

“ Yeh kaise kapde phen rakhe hai tune” 

He eyed you down, piercing you with his gaze from the start of your head to the end of your bruised feet, you were decked up in a mini dress that fell mid thigh, a cleavage that plunged scandalously low. 

“ Aa.. Aap.. Yaha?. Ma.. Mai voh” 

“ Mai yaha kaam se aaya hoon…” He declared, stepping closer, “ Yeh sab kya hai y/n?” He scowled in disbelief , 

“ Aapse kya matlab”  is what you wanted to say so bad that you had to bite your tongue to hold back the words. 

“ Kya karne aayi ho yaha?”  he moved closer but in your eyes it looked like he had lunged on you with the way his grip settled on your chin lifting your head that you didn't know you had titled down to avoid his gaze. You hadn't seen him in years, this possessiveness didn't make sense, 

“ Party… meri friends bhi aa rahi hai.. Meri ticket ghum hogyi” 

You whispered your nose unwillingly, being flooded with the smell of sandalwood and cigarette butts from his hand, he shifted the hold from your chin to your cheek in a slow, daunting manner. 

“ Ladke ke saath aayi ho?” “ Nahi bilkul nahi” The rest of your words were a murmur but this was a coherent no because God bless if he said that to your dad, said any of this to your dad, “ Theek hai.. Fir, andar jaana hai?” You nodded but to Uzair it was a movement to soak in your fear , watch the way your overlined lips tremble at his proximity, how your eyes drifted side by side anywhere but his face, how your body could only see and feel one thing right now - him. 

He got off that power imbalance high before speaking again, “ Mai madad karu?” You looked back at the club, at the neon red from the banner that covered half his face but nothing could conceal the intent of his eyes and you were grown enough to tell right from wrong and Uzair he appeared he was one step away from crushing you into his arms and kiss you senseless, a thought that your made your heart beat dangerously faster, “ Nahi .. I will manage”

He shrugged back huffing a breath, your traced his hands that moved swiftly to his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a metal lighter from the other. Perched up against the bonnet of his car away from you for now but his eyes fixed on one thing- you. You avoided it watching the line of people that made their way in, the door creaking to the buzz of the party opening and closing every few seconds at the end and the more late it got, there were more men on their bicycles performing their usual hooligans. 

You could perceive by now that they were taking extra rounds to ogle at you, whistling when they crossed by. Anxiously you pulled at the hem of your dress with one, one hand that tried to lift the front up so it can at least reach your collarbones, you knew you looked ridiculous right now but the thrum of fright was making you work against your conscience, sniffling you looked up at Uzair who was already staring at you. The one glance was enough, he strided over to you in a fraction of time his palm covering the span of your waist as he pulled you flushed into his side. 

You couldn't think anything as you delved your face into his chest crying low, engulfed by his tall frame while the soft fabric of his pathani that has turned coarse with time scuffed at your skin and your hands fisted into his suit. “ Shhh” He hand caressed the back of your head, his finger going to tread through our waves , “ Yahi pe reh” He let go partly, yanking the closest man by his collar,

 “ Maafi maang!”

Uzair spat out his cigarette rasping out in his face, “ Maafi maang bandi hai meri” the man stumbled too drunk and confused to get his words right thrown off completely by the fact that he was facing  Uzair , or that he messed with something that's his when the apology didn't come as soon as he anticipated he fell back into his vexation striking his hand hard enough against the man’s cheek. He fell back from the impact, mouth bleeding and the ring in his ear had sobered him up he knew more than enough to not get into the bad looks of the baloch brother, in front of men who runs the whole of Lyari,

 “Maaf kardo madam”

You peeked out nodding at him snapping back at Uzair who had gotten a hold of you and had started walking you to the door, his jaw shut tight, “ Mai aapki bandi kab ban gayi? UZAIR?” you winced in distress, his grip only tightened further , watching at the bouncer with vacant eyes till he opened the gate for you two, “ Uzair kya kar rahe ho?” You hissed, flailing but now enough to bother his hold on you because you were curious to see what he was trying to do.

He ‘threw’ you into the corner, face shoved up against yours

“ Main kya karoon? Kya tujhe wahan aisay hi chhor doon taaki gair mard tujhe ghoorte rahe?”

“ Aap bhi ..gair mard hi ..hoon”

you argued back at all you could breath in was him, pressed against the cold wall,

“ Hato please”

You tried inadequate enough to not budge him but enthral him closer. 

It was a fleeting memory that didn't leave your head for days when you first saw him, you were 10 in your frilly skirt, he was 17 talking to your father. You were spanning the unreal chimerical vast haveli with unblinking eyes when he leaned in to rustle your hair muttering “Motu” lovingly, your cheeks stayed puffed up for a week after that, burning with spleen. The next time you met him you were thirteen and he didn't even turn to look at you (of course) as you kept staring admiring the beauty in front of you, and between this your years passed with no conversation but he had made a mental note that you were the daughter of the man who worked at his factory and that’s all it was supposed to be and had been for years.

“ Tu ne kis qisam ke kapray pehn rakhe hain? Aur akeli bahar ghoom rahi hai?, tujhe kuch andaza hai ke tere sath kya ho sakta tha?”  

“Please Uzair hato yeh kya kar rahe ho aap” with both hands you pushed at his chest only to become entranced by how his muscles felt under your touch, the warmth of his skin radiating off of him and and the pulse of his wildly beating beating heart,

 “ College mei toh bahut shareef ban kar jaati ho” 

“ Kyunki voh college hai yeh club hai….ek second aapko kaise pata-”

 “Ek mahine se dekh raha hoon tujihe” He muttered out 

“Kya..”

He didn't care to explain himself further but his eyes had darkened significantly, your softness disparity perilously opposed to hard planes his body was, his eyes lugged at your face then to the cleavage that perched up,

“Cover kar”

He grunted tossing his vest at you,

“ Nahi karna mujhe cover..aap hato yaha se please”

He crashed his body with yours, quelling your escape with himself. He was hiding you from the view of everyone limiting the world to you both, you had known these cages, that what your life had been but you have never felt this staggered. 

“Hil mat”

“Mere friends ayege toh mujhe dhundhege” 

“Mai dekh loonga”

“Uzair-”

“Hil.mat”  he was exasperated and the you attempted one last time before coming to the salient conclusion, you weren't winning against him.

Apart from your knowledge he was also fully familiar with your friends not in the normal decent human way but in the way that he had been stalking you so precisely he was aware of all the people that dawdled in your surroundings.

Even when your friends  had found their way there he wasn't moving till you had put on his vest that didn't fit you at all but he couldn't care less if it covered some of your flesh, 

“ Yeh yaha kya kar raha hai Y/N?” 

they asked in hushed tone not daring to catch his eyes  “ Mujhe bhi nahi pata, please tolerate him for now” 

“ Tumhe bhi nahi pata ka kya matlab?”

“Family friend hai..mera khyaal rakhne aaye hai”

 Surprisingly he didn't stop you from dancing ( as if he had the right to in first place), he just stood there like a statue repelling off anyone man that came in you and your friends way, but not for once you could dance like the world around you didn't exist because he clearly did with that piercing gaze and somewhere in between you had started dancing for him. Shaking your hips to the beats with your back turned to him waiting for the fabric to ride up your thighs to give him a brief view of your lace panties , deliberately touching his skin acting as if reaching for balance or absentmindedly, you did not understand yourself what you were doing maybe getting back at him for calling you motu all those years back.

You picked up your heels into your hand following behind him out the club when the clock had struck one, “ Mai drop kardu?” He interrupted watching you all fuss over to catch a taxi, your eyes shot up meeting his  “ Ghar hi chorunga” Smugly he remarked spinning the keys of his car on his finger easily, “ Inhe chor do pehle.. Mere abbu 8  baje se phele ghar nahi aane waale aur unke hisaab se mai vaise bhi inke ghar par hoo” 

“ SHIT Y/N mai batana bhool gayi thi par tum mere ghar par nahi aa sakti infact mai bhi mere ghar nahi jaa sakti.. Vahi emergency thi sab hospital pe hai and ghar locked hai toh mai apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hoon, we can find you hotel on the way-” “ Mere yah ruk jayegi” Uzair declared moving so fast that you couldn't even blink and found yourself in his passenger seat, another second all your friends was giggling in the backseat. 

One by one he dropped them off till it was just you two in the car, your phone flooded with messages of text to me when you got home, “ Aap sach mei mujhe apne ghar leke jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan.. Kyu tum kisi hotel mei sona prefer karogi?” “ Ghar… khaali hai?” “ Kaash hota” He stretched his arms letting go of the steering completely passing you a lazy smirk, the sleeves of his suit slid up revealing his dusted forearms , his left hand never back to the steering resting at your shoulder, you shrugged your shoulder but he didn't bother drawing circles at the bare skin humming along to the radio. 

“ Darne ki jarrurat nahi hai, bhaiya bhabhi sab ghar par hai”

 You caught back your breath throwing him a half glare 

“Mai dar nahi rahi thi aur yeh aap haath hatao”

 “ Jaise tu kahe meri jaan” 

“ EXCUSE ME? please yeh sadak chaap bad-tameezi mat karo mere saath”

 “Bad-tameezi? Aur club mei joh tum kar rahi thi voh kya tha ?” He asked derisively, his fingers drumming at the steering 

You remembered the way you tried to give him a tease dazed in the music and the setting it didn't feel so hard to do, he could not exactly do anything about it in front of your friends and perhaps that why you were so tempted to do so as well, he had scared the life out of you for a few movements and regaining back that control felt nice..until you were in a car with him locked inside with the windows shaded black

  “Maine kuch nahi.. Kiya” He didn't argue but the pink on your cheeks and the crack of your voice spoke for the both of you 

The ride came to its end in front of the one of most polished and eminent building in Lyari, their haveli touched with time the minors crack noticable but from the inside it was just as you remembered it with the glass stained arches and windows, the low hanging intricate jhumars and and all wooden furniture carved with classic designs, soon at your entrance you were met with his nephews holding their hand out from already expecting to catch Uzair doing something that will result in him giving them enough money for a month pocket money

You jumped slightly at the two but both of them looked equally shocked to find you, Uzair just sighed at himself  

“ Yeh kaun hai chachu?” Faisal exclaimed in a whisper, “ Isse kaha se utha laaye aap” Naiem added. 

“Chachi hai tumhari” He snickered, you shook your head firmly in a clear ‘NO’  “ Hone waali” Uzair said as if that made any more sense than what he said last and honestly you were blown away from the audacity “Chachu paise nikaalo” “ Baad mei le lena” “ Abhi do” They both reprimanded, you stood awkwardly with your heels in one hand, one hand holding the dress down. 

You followed Uzair to his room upstairs, you finally realised how stupid this was agreeing to come here and now he had you in HIS ROOM or maybe that's what you wanted, no it can't be, you clearly mixing up butterflies with the flight instincts in your gut to run from this place from his intense gaze,

“ Koi aur kamra nahi hai?” 

“ Hai” he said simply opening the curtains to cover the window pulling the room into darkness. You squeaked your body feeling numb from the fear

 “ Toh..mai vaha so jao” 

“Nahi”

 The careless flirt was miles better than this serious tone that gave away nothing, it did actually but  you didnt wanna admit that you threw yourself into the lion's den, 

“ Kyu nahi?” 

You walked back slow on your tip toes so he wouldn't figure out if you are moving back in the dark trying not to give away any anything to him that would make him lunge at you, 

“ Kyunki maine kaha”

 You did not reply or else your voice going distant would give him the hint,

“ Aur kitna bhaagogi?”

You steps paused, foot tangling with the bed side as you tumbled back into the plush mattress , your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the greyed outline of Uzair moving closer till he was above you, tremors ran down your whole body as his coarse hands traced down your cheek, “ Uzair please” You breathed out, “ Please kya?” He asked his finger hooking beneath the thin strap fabric of your dress that barely covered any of your shoulder it was almost a line sitting at your skin, your mind stopped working for a second before you gathered enough words to speak again,

“ Mai chilla doongi”

“ Chilla do kaun bachayega?” he creeped up closer till your breaths were one, your eyes widened at the implication of this closeness even if you were scared you licked your lips, your body working overtime against your concise. 

He threw his head back laughing loudly, “ Kitna darti ho yaar?” you sat up huffing angrily to hide how riled up you were amidst your fear, “ Yeh kaisa majaak tha?” “ Accha baba sorry.. Mai dusre room mei soo jaunga .. dont worry..,lamp yaha hai and washroom is taraf hai” he pointed at the door in one corner getting up leisurely 

“Goodnight”

“ Itni fikr hai meri?” 

“Aise bas bolte hai..manners hote hai” You fixed your clothes, pulling up the blankets to your chest “ Aapko kaise hi pata hoga” you added on in a whisper

“ Mhm? Firse bolna jara”

He said like he had taken any offence if anything he found your fussiness adorable but definitely the terror struck face was one of the best views he had encountered and he wanted to see more of it. You shook your head instantly shutting up ,it was hard not to get mouthy when he was this infuriating. 

In the morning you stripped off the sparkly sequin that stuck to your body changing back into the clothes you left the house in, a decent pista green salwar suit. 

Uzair was initially confused at the 180 when you answered the door but he could see how it complimented , the constant fight with the clothes to keep your dignity and the way you way you teased the most hidden parts to him last night now wrapped in this innocence was amusing as well as enticing-he liked your little lies. And he couldn't deny that you looked stunning last night but the grounded look had him in more of a chokehold.

“ Dress kaha gayi?” “ ..Purse mei hai” he raised his eyebrows, “ Ghar chalna hai? “ “ Haan.. Ab tak toh abbu pahuch gaye hai.. Call aaya tha unka” 

“ Bhaiya dikhe toh bol dena tum abhi aayi hoon” “ Par-” “ Baaki ka mai sambhal loonga” 

You felt so out of place trying to walk past the suspicion filled gaze of his men that saw you, acting like you belonged there in any sense of the word knowing damn well your life was back in a shabby home and even that was courtesy of Rehman, no wonder your family boasted them like they were the gods sent men and you were scared to do anything that went against what they found ‘good' a word that already did not fit in with the gangster lifestyle. 

Ulfat stopped in her place watching you walk behind Uzair like a scared mice, holding the edge of your kurta tight in a desperate attempt to disappear you were caught, and worse Rehman was also there walking to where she was, “ Uzair yeh kaun hai?” Rehman called, why him?! It would have been a billion times better if it was Ulfat doing the questioning. 

“ Yeh Rashid ki beti” “ Hi uncle” Is all you could manage over your nervousness “ Humare ghar par kya kar rahi hai” “ Mai leke aaya isse” “ Kyu?” “ Ghar aa kar bata ta hoon na bhai isse phele chor du” 

“ Kya bolege aap unhein?”  you closed the seat belt in place asking him finally,

“ Rehman bhai meri sab zidd puri karti hai, unke phele bete jaise joh hoon mai”

You stated trying to understand what he meant, scrunching up your eyebrows to comprehend what that zidd was. He relished it really that naiveness paired with boldness, that zidd was undeniably you and his Rehman bhai wasn't going to stop him on his reckless pursuit. 

The whirr of the engine came to an end a hundred metres before your house, the morning was awfully quiet today of all days it was 6 and yet no usual clutter or people were there, “ Thanks” You opened the door steadying your brain to not turn back to take second glances and just go back home when he blocked your path, you found yourself against the bonnet fiddling with your dupatta to avoid the cinnamon, cigarette smell of him, or the fact he had yet again scared the life out of you.

“ Uzair-” “ Itni shareef toh ho nahi tum ki tumhe samajh nahi aayien ki mujhe kaya chaiye” “ Kya chaiye?”  his eyes drifted to your lips without any shame, “Bilkul nahi” You gasped moving away but he was quicker, more wrecked then you would have imagined,  his both hands slapped against the bonnet at either side of the body easily caging you in. “ "Tu janti hai mujhe is lams ki talab hai” You had noticed it before the way they  had become his attention undivided from everything else but the raw gritty voice made your skin crawl 

“ Mujhe nahi pata aur mai yeh sab nahi karti” You fidgeted with your clothes stealing glances at him who seemed to be only getting closer by the passing second , you turned your head away quick when he was almost about to kiss you making him tut once because he saw how your lips had already parted in anticipation but still you wanted to be defiant, his hands skidded at the metal surface creating a screeching sound before they settled right beside your both hips hands brushed against your covered skin but still enough to burn you from inside.

“ tumhare baap ka ghar yaha se do minute bhi door nahi hai, batao mai unhe ki unki beti kaha thi raat bhar? kya phenti hai kaha jaati hai”

you choked on your words he couldn't be seriously blackmailing you right now? But his expression was clear as day. It was hard to differentiate the man often. If he was joking he was dead serious and for now he looked serious.  It's just a kiss - you told yourself gulping down hard to face closing your eyes.

 “ Yeh sahi nahi hai jo aap kar rahe hai-” You blinked up once to find the viscous all drowning need on his face that didn't belong to these soft blissful mornings, you squirmed under it. your body finding a place to hide which you couldn’t.

“ Acchi baat hai ki mujhe ghanta farq nahi padta ke main sahi kar raha hoon ya galat. Aur agar tujh pe haq jatana bura hai ... toh mujhe bura hi ban na hai. Rok sakti hai toh rok le"

He sealed your lips with his, his head tilted so he could devour you as if nectar dripped from your lips, as if you were flesh plump washed up with rain, sucking the tender low lips with his. You stood like a statue soaking in the veneration. It was a slow careful kiss, his hands finally sliding up from the bonnet to hold your hips even though there was no need to, you weren't moving anyways not in this life. Uzair’s beard grazed at your skin in contrast to the softness his lips moved with, you were tempted to kiss back like it would not have any consequences.

 Your lips separated with a soft sigh, moving your head along with his in a trance he welcomed the movement his large hand cupping the back of your head with a satisfied hum at your surrender, while the other rubbed circles at your hips that treacherous heat travelled straight to in between your legs, he only pulled back when he saw he saw the usual crowd leave their house but he still did not want to let go of the warmth, his lips catching at your cheek instead 

“ Aise hi acchi lagti hai, jab shareef banke rahti ho” 

He spread open the fabric of your dupatta, the cloth spanning over your shoulder down to your chest, completely covering the silhouette, he was lying you looked good either way but he had seen the way you teased that thin strip, he was beyond worried if that display existed for anyone else, 

“ Dhang se chunni ood ke jaaya kar college ab se varna sach mei teri padhai band kara doonga” The foulness returned with full force and so did the tremble of your body but you could not find any words to defend yourself right now, how would you look uttering them with your now swollen lips . He tossed his phone at you catching you off guard, he had brought a new blackberry messenger to talk with you putting back his iphone at phone, “ Number daal isme apna” You opened your mouth to say no , “ Jaldi kar varna koi dekh lega” the urgency of the familiar faces emerging out from their house made your finger press into the keypad before you knew it.

The validation of being worshipped was so blinding you forgot your fear, the logicality of how reckless he was, how volatile he was

“ Milne ayegi mere se?” You had picked up the call he gave you after your third lecture, the name Janwar baloch on your screen 

“Kyu pareshaan karte ho aap college mei hoon abhi”

You muttered but pulled the phone closer to your ear,

“ Chal na, joh bolegi voh khilaunga”

“ Sach mei?!!!”

“ Haan toh ab bol chalegi?”

“ Bas khaane ke liye aa rahi hoon aapke liye nahi” 

“ Haan bilkul” “ Kaha aau?” “ Gate ke bahar tak” “ Aap yaha ho?” “ Haa toh” 

You bit back your smile, blushing into the phone and just like that you were eating the infamous chaat while he watched quietly but so fondly you felt like you would melt, “ Ice cream khayegi?” he asked when your mouth was already full from the last overly filled scoop you took, you nodded enthusiastically. He wiped the cream from the side of your mouth gently watching you still with that unspoken adoration and the way you tried to ignore the warmth in your heart. It did not take long for these meeting to become the staple and for it be usual for you to be pressed up in a shady alleyway wall making out with him at least twice a week, your fingers fisted in his hair and shirt not ready to let him go each time, kissing him back with the same frenzy as his in which teeth met before lips. 

It was one of those days again but it just got intense with the wet sound of lips smacking together Uzair hands weren't tangled in your hair or gracing the nape of your neck but pulling you up by thighs, you complied wrapping them around his waist only pulling him closer comical view with how modestly you were decked up. You swept your tongue along his only feeling more enticed from the change of position your back scraped at the brick wall, your tongue brushed at his sensitive palette and he groaned hip hips jerking up and then you felt it. A rock hard feel poking in between your legs, he thrust forward once before hurriedly putting you down, turning away from you to compose himself. 

“ Sorry Y/N”

But that groan has stayed with you keeping you from falling asleep you and the concept of time has slipped from your mind every time you closed your eyes you were there again in his arms again wondering how it would have gone if he didn't control himself, you pressed your thighs together to relieve some sighing at another unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep. Tentatively you reached down into your pyjamas, fingers fiddling to find that sweet bud that always throbbed at the thought of him, you had one picture of him in your phone, the one phone you had sent over to yourself secretly by his phone. You were ashamed but this was your own room. It's not like anyone was going to know, you turned on your phone, it was 2:00 am- goddamit. You found his photo ,the ache only growing at the vision, your finger pressing firmly at the clit, you started drawing small circles, eyes glued to the phone when the notification popped up of his name. 

Your  heart jumped and you instantly pulled back your hand 

Uzair rn- 

Bra ki strap kyu dikh hai 😡😡

You were honestly disappointed that's all he had to  say to the sleazy picture you sent him. Maybe it was you whose head was in the gutter. 

8 months passed in the same serendipity and to your luck he had not asked the quintessential question of whether with was serious and from the way he lived his live you could deduce that much at least it was not for him, and you had only recently discovered that he carried two phones , he might have as well written on his forehead at this point that you were not the only girl he was seeing  so you started ignoring him as he +leaned outside your college gate every odd day, You gave him the cold shoulder walking straight ahead deliberately making sure your dupatta wasn't in place just to irritate him a step further “ Oh hello kaha?” “ Aapse kya?” “ Mujhse kya? Meri bandi hai tu-” You didn't hear him out walking straight past him with your friends giggling openly at his shocked face. 

Your father dropped the new of you shifting to islamabad to live with your khala given the better opportunities and less danger there and it really wasn't that big a deal to you this topic had been discussed over dinner one too many times and it was certain at some point you were going to live town because your father with how closely he was associated with gang work you would get hurt but the thing was you had not told it to Uzair, you honestly wanted to see his face drop at the information he had bothered you in the entirety of whatever you had , this was going to be your small getting back at him movement and then you would move to a different state all together leaving him behind, that idea stinged a little but you pushed it aside you have been prepared for this day for a long time now. 

You made sure the words reached Uzair ears through your friends, getting extra decked up with lining your eyes with deep kohl and lining your lip with a chasmic hue of coral pink  filling them in with a lighter shade brushing your cheeks up with a slight blush . You choose between your clothes settling for a beaded white kurta and sharara set a little too decorative for your college but it's okay it was your last days here after all. 

“ Dekhna pakka aaya hoga” You snickered walking to the door with your friends behind you, 

“ Y/N” he stood up straight at the smell of your jasmine perfume, throwing the cigarette to the ground crushing it with a violent force that already should have told you this wasn't a good idea he wasn't his usual composed self  right 

“Hume nahi karne aapse baat please aap pareshaan mat kiya karo” 

You half whispered, clutching the books tighter to your chest, walking past him trying to look as gullible as possible, your eyes finding the floor , he yanked your wrist hard, staggering your steps pulling you back to face him. The books crashed on the ground and you saw how genuinely hurt he looked,

 “ Yeh kya bad-tameezi hai haath choro mera” 

“ Kaha jaa rahi thi? Ek baar batana bhi jaroori nahi samjha tune mujhe”

 “ Mai aapko kyu bataungi, its my life meri marzi ki mujhe yaha Lyari mei rehna hai ya fir islamabad mei”

 “ Tu kahi bhi jaa rahi hai mujhe batana tha y/n”

 “ Humaara aise koi rishta nahi ki mai apne failse aapse puch ke loon” his grip tightened painfully, jaw shut tight before he spat out ,

 “ Koi rishta nahi hai?” you twisted your arms struggling to get free, your winces catching attention of people around but no one dared to step in, including your friend who were stuck in place 

“UZAIR HAATH CHORO MERA!” You shouted, finally breaking free from him, shifting quickly to walk away. His one hand clamped at your mouth, the other snaked firmly around your waist lifting you off  the floor. This clearly was a joke anymore, you shouted into his mouth your limbs thrashing in his grip. You kicked your legs at front uncaring about how ridiculous you looked, throwing your hands in the air watching your body get hauled closer and closer to the car standing there with the open, you could hear your friends yelling over his brisk breaths right behind you, his body crushed with yours forcefully. 

He threw into the backseat slamming the door shut just as quick, the lock clicked in place as he turned the key, your ears perked up watching how rapid his each movement was right now, dialing the number on his phone.

“ Hamza tu Rashid ke ghar pahuch ” “ Uzair.. Yeh kya kar rahe hoon Uzair?” “ Shaadi kar raha hoon” hot strings of tears blurred your vision as you were finally understanding what was happening, “  DIMAAG KHARAB HAI KYA AAPKA! CHORO MUJHE UZAIR” You slapped your hands at the glass, the world remained unaware of your scuffle behind the black tinted glass that let nothing outside, you pulled at the handle as if that would do anything if anything he sped up more. 

The car stopped in front of your house, you were scared at how little less power you had and at what had taken over him, perhaps nothing had taken over him, this was who he was after all. He dragged you up the stairs ignoring all your shouts and blows at his body, “Choro mujhe! Uzair!”

You were compelled to stand at the door watching Hamza threaten your dad so calmly it seemed like a conversation shared over breakfast, “ Aapki zindagi ka har saans hamare reham-o-karam par hai. Aap, aapka ghar, aapka kaam... sab kuch hamara hai. Aise mein apni beti ko hamare hawale karna... aapke liye koi mushkil faisla nahi hona chahiye. Samajhdari isi mein hai”  He said leaning into the chair your father was seated in paralysed from the fear, meeting with mock calm smile till he nodded 

“ Yeh aaltu faaltu ke kaam mei mujhe mat laya kar bhai” Hamza yawned stretching like he wasn't just enabling a forced wedding, Uzair rolled his eyes pushing you inside, “ Baith” He commanded nodding at the other chair by the table where a thin stack of paper sat, you were a little grateful at the situation because well you didn't have to explain to your Abbu what was going to between the two and he wasn't clearly going to ask between all of this. When you did not move he pushed you further, pressing hard on your shoulder till you had no choice but to sit down. 

“ Sign kar isse” “ Pagal hogaye hai aap” You snarled at him, his quickly pulled out his gun from the holster pressing it to your the side of your head, he never once even allowed you to touch when you were with him, scolding you for even looking  at it for too long and now he was holding the very gun so coldly to your skin, your breath collapsed as you finally broke to ugly sobs, quietly joining your hands togethering , he shook his head pushing the barrel more into your skin, “ Sign.kar” 

You saw the brief flicker in his eyes at how you were looking up at him, his resolve remained unawavered, “ Sign.kar” With shaky hands you held up the pen, scribbling at the paper. You couldn't recognise your own name there on the pristine white of sheet, Uzair finally lowered the gun, unexpectedly going to kneel down pressing a gentle reverential kiss to both of your quivery hands, the action sending sparks through your body despite the dread of the moment. His head bowed further resting at the soft of your palm like he had found eternal peace 

You were his.

a/n- idk bro before you come for me, i am very tired pls dont beat me, also I know the phone convo looks odd,i edited it all on canvas :.) and I had to search up a bbm phone texting format jiske liye there were basically no pictures I made that all from scratch i am sorry if it looks tacky

Uzair’s life had been the same blundering evenings he spent out with his friends, uncaring of the time that reflected on his wrists doing all the shenanigans he could with his equally crass friends, life was perfect to him before his reality changed from one word from his brother 

“ Umar ho gayi hai ab teri, Ulfat aur mai ladki dhundh rahe hai tere liye” 

And the first true discernment that his world wasn't going to be same ever was when he saw you sleeping against his chest after the wedding night,felt your deep breaths graze the skin right over his heart , tracing the indentation of the heavy jewellery left on your neck so reverently as if he had known this body all his life. 

All the time he wasted outside getting drunk and on hooligans was cut short, he had fixed time to come home or face the wrath of his wife; you. And for someone who spoke with guns and violence all his life he could confirm his wife pouting at the very other side of the bed was more dangerous than any of the work Rehman had handed him. 

The second shift, that tilted the axis of life, was 2 years after the wedding. After tons of  ‘ Bache paida karo bhai bache paida karo’ that  acted as a catalyst to the already -way overly attracted to his wife -Uzair as an excuse to devour you more than needed.

 He had expected himself to love his wife (duh) the day he saw her, saw you sitting in between your parents, your lips pressed together in a shy smile, hands fiddling at the front, bored by the familiar setting he had seen one too many this was 10 proposal he was attending to after rejecting all before them ,only to be thrown off completely when you winked at him when your parents had become occupied with Rehman and Ulfat’s ‘grown ups’ talk. 

And now he was here

The hospital air was sterile as expected, washed over and over till each corner was burning white, the newborn wailing was on everyone’s lips and eyes, becoming the center of attention but the first thing Uzair did was rush to you, laying weak but awake in the hospital bed, 

“ Dekha aapne?”

 You asked, watching him take your shaky frail hands to kiss his lips with all devotion, “  Nahi..” He whispered against your clammy palm, 

“ Phele mujhe apni jaan ko dekhna tha”

 “Mujhe toh aap vaise bhi har roz dekhte hai”

 Uzair shook his head matching your feeble smile, his eyes sunken from waiting outside awake the whole night, you ruffled his head lovingly and he understood you needed him closer. He pressed his forehead against yours 

 "Tum ne boht acha kiya meri jaan, I am so proud of you. Tum sach mein boht strong ho iska aadha dard bhi mai nahi jhel pata..meri jaan ab bas aaraam karo”

 Only when your tears dried and heartbeat became steady did he ask 

“ Ladka hai ya ladki?” 

He asked blinking slow, his eyes looking strangely different without the signature soorma but more brighter than you had ever seen them even with all the weariness that they wore.

 “ Aapki kismat thodi kharab hai Uzair miyan, ladki hui hai” you joked fully aware he would be happy with both, but you knew Uzair really wanted a boy to play football with its what he told you but you knew it was because he believed he would not be able to handle the softness of raising a daughter, and that second shift was when he first took his daughter from Ulfat’s careful hold in his, he was in love. 

She was still crying when he held her, her face scrunched up face turning red with cries when Uzair whispered in disbelief he didnt know he could have loved something this much “ Ya allah” his breaking voice was familiar to her from all the times he had spoken to your bump,  stopping her cries against his chest, breathing deep with drool gathering at her lips much like his mother in sleep, one single tear drop unchecked ran down his cheek.

“Mahira”

He whispered turning back to look at you,

“ Kya?”

You asked back still half dazed

“ Mahira, meri Mahira”

You just rolled your eyes watching that stubborn look on his face, he wasn't going to change his mind, you beckoned with your fingers and he came running like he always did. Others left the room leaving you both to yourselves, You shifted making space beside you “ Light off karo tabhi voh aankhe kholegi” He nodded obeying to your command even though he didn't understand it, his eyes focused on the newborn’s face the way her nose beaked, one side of her cheek more sunken than the other and the thick set of eyebrows he looked like him, just like him.

 Once the lights were off, only the afternoon sun made its way to illuminate the room through the unveiled windows casting long shadows in a quiet room that echoed with mechanical beeps and the baby’s breathing and cries as she shifted finally opening her eyes to him, they were like yours big and blinking at him.

For the first few months Uzair carried her around as if she was made of glass, protecting and keeping her at a arm distance from Faisal’s and Naiem hands at all cost, you had caught him soaking into her new born warm milk, vanilla-isc smell whenever you entered the room, and you trusted him to be precautious with her owing up to how overly protective he was, and that he had given up smoking in the house all together- only to be utterly betrayed to find him throwing her in the air one random evening when you decided to enter the room more quietly than usual , her head dangerously close to ceiling as she let out of toothless giggles equally entertained as her dad, her dad who flinged her in the air. 

“UZAIR!”

She laughed even more clasping at his hair, clapping her chubby hands together as the scolding ensued, “ Agli baar meri beti ke saath aise uut patang harkat karte hue maine dekh liya na toh mai aapko jinda nahi chorungi” That warning never worked and over time the stunts got worse and to your surprise the man you found the most credible in the house, your Rehman bhai was caught doing the same skulduggery at this point you were convinced it ran in the blood. 

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Mahira was waddling behind her dad telling her about her day in her incoherent voice blabbering around, “ Baba-baba” She squeaked, and needless to say his men were entranced by the chubby ball that even momentarily scared Rehman at times walking exactly like Uzair for when he was drunk, “ Baba- godi” She slapped her palm at his pant, “ Ji Mahi” He picked her up carefully but effortlessly making her seat on her forearm, she was in the bear onesie that Uzair had insisted for you to buy and keep making her wear the same thing because its adorable to watch her face peek out from between the brown fur, her lips puckered up watching him curiously  “ Aapne khaana kha liya?” She nodded quickly her chubby cheeks puffed up and flapping understanding the broken words easily at 9 months old, and Uzair smirked showing her off with an expression that screamed ‘Meri biwi ne dilaya hai’ 

“ Hello bol ke dikhao Mahira” Her eyes widened at the familiar word reaching out and shaking her hand at the men who were never gathered around her in a small circle, watching her with so much importance and impressive now mixed with admiration like they hadn't seen somebody wave to them their whole life, only increasing the puff of Uzair chest,

 “ Yeh kaun hai Mahi?” While Hamza knew all the truth most acquainted with the haveli and after spending all his time here he knew all the truth to Mahira speaking and teachings and wasn't going to let down a chance to pull Uzair’s legs, he pointed at Uzair asking the same question, 

“Baba” She blabbered out again , “ Aur Aur?”  Hamza prompted  “ Pagal” She replied back proudly pointing at her dad, it turns out Mahi is calling Uzair all of the things she had heard you call him and the most common one being pagal. “ Yeh gande uncle hai inse baat nahi karte” He scowled trying to stop her from taking to Hamza only to be distracted when she started leaving kisses on his face waiting for him to tell her he is proud of her, meanwhile his men were going more interested to what Hamza was trying to prove, 

“ Aur aur?” 

“ UZAIR”

 she tried repeating your tone now, the one you would use to call him when he has done something to tick off your nerves, which was a very common occurrence with him and his men finally understood what was happening, and laughed out loudly helping her more  “ Aur Aur?” 

“ Uzzi” Uzair ears flushed red trying to shush her daughter

“ Aur Aur?” 

“Baby kissie”

she said out brazenly making his men choke on their laughter and Hamza just passed Uzair a sly smile that said  ‘ My Zayan’s smarter’ 

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Uzair's biggest heartbreak till now was watching her daughter cry because of him, he had returned home early to play with her and pulled her into his lap the second he saw her to realise later that she was sniffling, her head facing away from him, angry. “ Kya hua Mahi?” He tickled her stomach but she didn't budge, making him worry more, “ Baat nahi karoge abbu se?” He tried biting her cheek but she didn't let him , “Kya hua? Jaanu kya hua hai isse” 

he called out for you, you huffed pulling off your dupatta and discarding it on the bed the view still enough to make his breath catch, “ Dimaag kharab kar diya hai isne subah se, phele Faisal ki copy faad di, fir kabse naye teddy ke liye roye jaa rahi maine toh chor hi diya bahut nakhre karte hai” “ Aakhir beti kiski hai”He joked watching you move across the room lovingly, the way you hissed when your flicks fell forward in your face looking more prettier when you were angry 

 “I am serious Uzi, aise hi chalta raha toh yeh kisi ki baat nahi sunegi” 

“ Aapki ammi toh kuch bhi bolte rahti hai kya chaiye meri gudiyan ko?” Her ears shot up ready to bombard her father with demands, “ Naya teddy…ice cream..aur aur” She tried remembering the words her little face scrunching up, “  Uzair aapko pata bhi hai kya kiya hai isne aaj?”  “ Kya kiya?” “ Gun uske kari isne” “ KYA?” 

“ Haan ek toh yeh faisal badmaash hai apne baba ki gun leke khel raha tha, usne isko gun nahi di thi copy faad di aur fir gun bhi le li aur shoot bhi kar diya, kabse sab itne tension mei hai aur isse abhi bhi zidd karni hai”

Uzair looked back at her face as she tried to still continue her demands playing innocent, what she didn't expect was that stern look from her dad and him putting her off her lap, 

“ Baba-” “No”

 he said firmly pulling away from her, she went once again tugging at his pants with a cute whine but to be ignored by him , 

“ NO Mahira”  

It stinged her deeply to hear no word from her dad, he has never ever used that tone on him and almost immediately she started bawling her eyes out, at first it was staring at him teary eyed then it became full on sobs. For Uzair to see tear in those eyes and in pain was like watching you cry and his heart wasn't made to withstand that he was putty when it came to his wife and daughter, he picked her up and that evening returned Mahira returned home with a hand full of cup ice creams and a teddy bear double her size tucked into his bicep. 

( imagine what Uzair was going through when she was teething earlier) 

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  The air in the house was chaotic as usual but it had heightened more today turning into a jumble since it was Mahira's first day of school, you had pressed her uniform with precision putting her small frame into the equally small shirt and layering it with the bubbly pink over skirt, Ulfat dabbed a diabolical amount of kohl behind her eyes to ward off evil, Rehman was giving her a ted talk and she was getting tossed from one carry to another, currently in Rehman’s trained hands 

“ Koi bhi school mei pareshan karega toh apne bhaiya ko batana” She squinted her eyes at both of her supposed ‘protectors’ and decided she was her own saviour, “ Its okay bade abbu chill” she could barely pronounce the words but she said them anyways, “ Yes.. I am chill” Rehman said clearing his throat

Uzair moved differently from the atmosphere the gloominess as evident and clear as day, “ Y/N mai gaadi nikaal raha, Mahira ko leke aajaana” 

“ Meri bacchi” Rehman muttered lovingly assailing her with kisses that were soon joined by chachi as well, “ Bas bas” she jumped off running to you 

You sat in your destined passenger seat making her recall all the basics you had already told her ten times, half turned into the backseat 

“ Bottle hai na?” 

“Ammi baba ka number yaad hai na? If not revise it Mahi and aapke bag pe bhi likha hai”

“ Koi pareshan kare toh direct teacher ko batana hai and agar teacher na sune toh bhaiya ko, bhaiya ki class second floor pe hai okay?” she sighed nodding 

“ Koi ladka kuch bolega toh mujhe batana” that's all Uzair had to add to the conversation, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

It was march end, the summer heat was invading and breaking through the winters, the trees leaves anew you yourself were feeling teary eyes walking her to the door, kneeling by and telling all that she needed to near,

“ You are a brave girl Mahi okay, only three hours fir mama aapko lene aa jayegi”

She nodded looking comically unbothered, Uzair hadn’t intercepted one standing leaned against the door, his arm crossed over his chest, jaw shut tight with held in emotions. 

“ Baba bye”

She waved cutely and Uzair let out a ugly,nose reddening cry before breaking into absolute tears, both of your head shot up in synchrony watching him like he had grown a second hand and Mahira was unimpressed totally unimpressed,

“ Uzair bas its okay”

You whispered confused yourself at over the emotional breakdown,

“ Chalo bye toh bol do”

You dragged him to the door and he still has not stopped crying yet. 

“ Mahi..bye”

He kneeled down kissing her forehead cupping her face with his shaky hands, and Mahira was only a toddler, still three going on four she wasn't going to be untouched from the realisation of staying away from house, and her world won't be her house and the people she knew anymore and seeing the pain on her father’s face made her cave breaking into a childish cry going to clinging at her father’s shoulder. “ Mera baccha Mera baccha” 

Uzair eyes were still blurry with tears and you had to drive ,constantly assuring him that it was just three hours and barely a big deal, but to Uzair all he could see that his baby who couldn't even support her head was now walking and going to school, a girl who couldn't live without pampering how will she face the world , in Uzair’s world there was no time for him to be a kid all his childhood was spent in blood and crime and he could not bear the same for his Mahi, not at all he never wanted the harshness of the world to touch her ever.

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By the time you both reached home, his cries subsiding into soft sniffles you poked fun of his blotchy face a few times before pulling him into a hug,

“ Aap itna kabse rone lage”

he said nothing pulling you tighter, crushing your chest with his burying his face in the crook of your shoulder, inhaling your scent deeply

“ Mujhe ek aur Mahi chaiye”

“ Uzair kya bol rahe hai aap”

“ Ek ladka..nahi ladka nahi varna Faisal aur Naiem jaise ho jayega ek aur ladki chaiye” You slapped at his chest chuckling, “ Pagal” “Mai majaak nahi kar raha” You pulled back a little to the serious look of his face, “ Uzzi no” You shook your head, but Uzair hands moved faster sweeping you off the floor in one go, you yelped hands going to his biceps but he wasn't stopping till he had carried you into your room, put you in bed.

a/n- bleh i know I should have posted this in the morning but I said today so aaj hi post kardiya, hope you all like it!!

so i (24)F have been dating my boyfriend now ex Arashad papu (30)M for the last 3 yrs. Honestly our relationship wasnt smooth sailing as it seemed it was basically a rocky road fillied with his toxic masculanity, constant gaslighting and his over possessive nature that was suffocating me. safe to say this relationship was nothing but a dumpster fire.

To be honest i should have seen this coming, two weeks ago he started acting really suspicious like borderline criminal suspect behavior hiding his phone in odd places, Ignoring my texts, staying late at work and when i asked about it he just shrugged and said work was stressful. Heres the thing tho my now ex was actually a gang leader what could be so stressful about controlling a bund of wannabe gangsters?

Anyways the cat was finally out of the bag when i visited him as a surprise and saw him tangled with another women sleeping peacefully in his bed, god was i angry my first thought was to shoot him with his gun that was lying on the bedside table but decided not to as i did not want to spend my rest of the life in jail. I know he would have gaslighted me if i confronted him so Instead of having a crash-out i decided to go to a club and have a one night stand as a revenge. Gonna cheat on me? Well two can play this game.

I was basically being a wallflower just sitting on a stool near the bar taking shots after shots to remove him out of my head when a dashingly handsome stranger approached me asking me if he could buy me a drink since i was clearly not having the best time. Apparently he was here with his bestfriend but he got ditched as his bestfriend found his girlfriend. The stranger was annoyingly handsome i suspected he was a model or something at that he just laughed and said he was a factory worker. No factory worker wears clothes this fancy and attends a club this bougie but i gave it no tought.

The stranger became my companion for the night he basically heard me rant about my pos ex and how i wanted revenge against him, the stranger surprisingly offered himself and who was i to deny such gracious offer.

So after some time when i was sober enough, he took me to the top floor the vip section but i was not paying much attention to question how a factory worker had access to the vip lounge. We got in the room and he made sure i was sober and consenting and wont regret this the next day he for the rest of the night he basically showed me heaven on earth.

Smut under the cut.

Uzair picked you up easily and carried you towards the bed placing you on the plush mattress he kneeled infront of you taking off your heels and gently messaging your ankles. He placed light kisses on your knees and thighs hands travelling further up towards the back of your dress unzipping it.

You played with his hair making him groan. His mouth was getting closer and closer to your heat his movements getting more ravenous as he sucked and bit your supple thighs you threw your head back letting out soft airy moans.

"Mashallah koi kaise ye khoobsurti ko dhokha de sakta hai." He gently took of your dress and you discarded your bra and he laid you back on the bed getting on top of you stroking your cheek with his hand, he leaned forward capturing your lips in a heated kiss it burned against your lips as you continue to chase after the high. He sucked on your tongue exploring the wet caravan of your mouth, pulling off to catch his breath.

You clutched at his kurta whining as you pulled it slightly he got the message and pulled it off discarding it somewhere on the floor. Gods those abs you wanted to bite them to see if they were real you were shamelessly checking him up and down. He grabbed your hand and placed it directly on his pecs, smirking at your very obviously flustered state.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck taking a long breath as if he was getting drunk off of your scent. He laid kisses against your throat his hands torturing your breast by pinching and rubbing your stiff areolas.

Traveling further south his lips leaving marks on your soft stomach he came face to face with your cunt just a pice on now drenched cotton in between. He hooked his finger in the waistband and took of your underwear. He laid a kiss against your pelvis and was about to go further when you called out-

"Ruko-ruko! Maine ye kabhi kiya nahi hai." You sounded panicked.

He blinks

"Par tum ne toh apne boyfriend ke sath-"

"Matlab maine vo kiya hai jo tum soch rahe ho par ye nahi jo tum abhi karne wale the... " you said embarrassed your hands now covering your face, he smirked amussed at the new info so nobody had eaten you out before huh? Well now he has to make sure to give you the unforgettable first experience.

"Bharosa rakh meri jaan agar tujhe taqleef ho toh bata dena mai ruk jaunga paaka." You nodded in agreement giving him the green light his hands pulled apart your thighs giving your heat a sweet peck before diving in he flattened his tongue swallowing you whole, slurping up your arousal.

You gasped hands tangling in his soft tuff of hair pulling him closer, he lapped at your cunt flicking his tongue and kissing your button occasionally before sliding in a finger making you dazed at noise slipped from your lush lips. His finger picked up the pace as he practically buries his face in your folds. He added another finger working them in and out till your were shattering.

Your climax was close he could feel it with the way you clenched around his digits his finger continued their brutal pace as he sucked on your clit bitting it lightly as you came undone moaning loudly. He placed one last kiss before getting up from between your thighs.

He took off his salwaar leaving him only in his boxers, you couldnt it see it before but god was he packing his hardened length was evident in his boxers it was big, bigger than what you had seen. He took of his boxers and stroked his cock once twice as he inched closer, his head nudged against your clit making you moan. He slowly entered in inch by inch you could feel evey ridge and vein inside you he took his sweet time to make sure you were adjusting.

His eyes searched your face for discomfort when he found none he pulled out a little and pushed back in thrusting in slowly going faster once whines and moans spilled from your lips. He pace got steady and brutal you bit your lip to stop the moan leaving you mouth. He stopped immediately.

"Apni meethi awaze mujhse mat chupao jaana." You nodded dumbly as he resumed thrusting at an agonizing pace making you see stars your release was getting closer he could feel it as he himself was getting closer due to your heat clenching on him, he twitched inside you twice hands pinching and drawing circles on your clit before he pulled out and you both came at the same time.

After catching your breath for a few minutes he got you cleaned up and somehow you both fell asleep in each others arms.

After waking up in the morning i was surprised to still find him there dozing beside me we were practically cuddling each other my head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. I struggled to get up trying to make as little movement as possible but unfortunately i woke him up in the process.

We got decent again and as a weak attempt at small talk he asked who my boyfriend was at taht i told his name Arshad papu at that the stranger laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach i got confused on his reaction which only made him laugh more, he asked me if i knew who he was and i answered honestly telling him no. He confessed he was Uzair Baloch my boyfriend now ex's enemy.

Tldr: i unknowingly slept with my boyfriends enemy as an act of revenge of him cheating on me.

Edit 1: its been a week and i cant seem to get that starnger out of my mind that night just keeps on circling back to me i think i might have developed some feelings for him.

Edit 2: we ran into each other at a shop and decided to exchange numbers, we have texting each other nonstop i think the feelings might be mutual

Edit 3: we started dating! 🎊 i have been on cloud 9 ever since he asked me out he is a total freak in the sheet gentleman in the streets 😌

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User1

Congrats op this totally sounds like a plot straight out of a Hollywood movie am i bit curious tho what happened to your ex is he dating the girl he cheated with? ↑ 107 ￬0 ⤷

Reader op

Lmao no he is infact dead my boyfriend murdered him in broad day light and played football with his head. ↑ 150 ￬ -3⤷

User1

Wow and ppl say chivalry is dead 😩 ↑ 203 ￬0

User2

Why were you still in a relationship with ur ex for 3 yrs he sounds like a scumbag???? ↑500 ￬-7⤷

Reader op

Tbh even idk y i stayed that long 🤷‍♀️ he was a controlling bitch who didnt let me out of his sight. ↑407 ￬-2⤷

User3

Tell us more about your current relationship is he treating you better than your ex? ↑300 ￬0⤷

Reader op

Oh yes infact he is treating me too good it cant even be compared to my pos ex. No more toxic masculanity, gaslighting and over possessiveness only and only princess treatment 😌😌. ↑700 ￬0⤷

User3

Thats great op def not jealous😭😭😭↑550￬0

User4

Lmaooo this is the best case scenario op pls spill the tea abt the break up too! ↑ 998 ￬-15⤷

Reader op

Ok ok the breakup was a goddamn show my ex lost his shit as soon as he got to know about the stunt i pulled it got worse as he when i said it was his enemy he was about to hit me physically but thank god someone intervened even i didn't know he would this far got scared but it was fun watching him lose his cool. ↑ 200 ￬0⤷

User4

My turn whennnnn 😭😭😭😭 ↑ 800 ￬-15⤷

Reader op

Soon girlie this too shall pass 🫂🫂🫂↑307￬-2

Hope yall like this 🎀

Jus wanted to make sure taht yall know the smut is not posted along the 'post' its a part of the 'fic' thats y its seprated by dividers i added smut bc without it the fic would have been too short n i didnt wanna give u all a nothing burger😃

Idk who to tag so using my four is a crowd tag list hope yall dont mind.

He was moving very, very slowly. Entirely different from the violent, territorial storm of the night before. His chest was pressed flush against your back, his right arm wrapped securely around your waist to hold her close, while his hips delivered a lazy slide that felt impossibly deep. Every slow, heavy stroke nudged against the very back of your womb, a dull, throbbing weight that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Shh... aaram se, meri jaan," he murmured directly into the shell of your ear, his voice a low, gravelly morning rumble that vibrated straight through your jawbone. "Kuch nahi hua. Main hoon. Main yahin hoon."

As your awareness sharpened, you suddenly froze. You were completely drenched.

The glide of his cock inside you felt slicker than it should have. Your walls already felt swollen, pulsing around him with a tightness that made your head feel light. It was a strange, hollow sensation, as if your body had been running a fever while your mind was miles away in the shadows of sleep.

Rehman felt the exact moment your realisation shifted into panic. A warm chuckle rumbled against your shoulder blades. Without breaking the steady, unhurried rhythm of his hips, his large, rough hand slid down from your waist, his thick fingers tracing the line of your hip before hooking beneath your knee. With an effortless display of his strength, he lifted your top leg, draping it high over his own slim waist, opening you up completely to the dawn light and allowing his weight to sink even deeper into your core. Oh, Allah, what is happening –

"Soti hui bahut pyaari lagti ho," he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear, his breath hot and damp.

You gasped, your fingers clawing blindly at the coarse fabric of the mattress beneath you as the new angle stretched you past your limits. "Rehman... yeh kya... what did you do?" Your voice was thin, stripped of all its authority, sounding completely undone in the quiet of the morning.

"Tumhein sach mein kuch pata nahi chala?" he teased, his voice thick with a dark, heavy intimacy that made your stomach twist. He delivered a slow, grinding thrust that made your hips twitch involuntarily. "You already gave yourself up to me once, darling. While you were deep in your dreams, completely helpless under my hands."

Your eyes widened, staring at the cracked concrete wall in front of you. While I was asleep? No. I wouldn't. Even asleep, I don't lose control when I'm vulnerable. I don't surrender.

But Rehman didn't let you hide behind your pride. He wanted you to know exactly how he had dismantled you while the rest of Lyari was still dark. He leaned closer, his chest pressing the wound on his shoulder directly against your back, completely ignoring his own pain.

"Chain se soti rahi tum," he murmured, his deep voice dragging lazily over the syllables. "Your breath was so soft, so quiet. I was just holding you, meri jaan. My legs tangling with yours. But then I felt how warm you were between my thighs. So I slid my hand down. Slowly. Just like this."

To emphasize his words, his hand slid down, down, his calloused thumb finding the slick, engorged fold of your skin, though he didn't apply pressure yet. He just held it there, letting you feel the rough texture of his skin against your raw sensitivity. You stifled a gasp.

"You didn't wake up," he continued, his hips continuing that slow, relentless, maddening slide inside you. "You just let out this tiny, sweet sound into my chest. So I started to touch you. “You -” you cut yourself off. You couldn't sound so whimpery and weak in front of him. He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all. “I was only testing how wet you were for me. You were dripping, you know. Like a mountain stream after the rain. I slid two fingers inside you, so slow, and you clamped around them like you were trying to keep me from leaving."

A hot, involuntary shiver ran down your spine. Your cunt flexed hard around his iron-hard cock, as if corroborating his story with an embarrassing accuracy. You hated how light-headed you felt, how the room seemed to tilt with every word that left his mouth.

"And then I found this little pearl," Rehman growled softly, his thumb rolling over the hypersensitive node with a sudden movement that made your thighs tremble. "I didn't rush. I had all the patience in the world because you looked so innocent in the dark. I just stroked it, over and over, while I watched your face through the dawn light. Your lips parted. Your chest started to heave.”

Oh, Allah, if I survive this I'll throw my mirror out. What need did you have of staring at your own reflection, when your bed-partner was capable of spelling such dark poetry about you against your skin?

“And then, without ever opening those fierce eyes of yours, your hips gave this beautiful, helpless little jerk against my hand. You squeezed my fingers so tight, shuddering for a whole minute, pouring your sweetness all over my palm while you sighed my name into the pillow. Itni pyaari... itni naram."

"Chup karo..." you choked out, your face burning with a mixture of intense arousal and sheer, suffocating embarrassment. The image of yourself completely uncovered, completely dominated while unconscious, broke something foundational in your mind. You couldn't handle the slowness of it; the detailed training was overstimulating your senses until your vision blurred. "Rehman, stop talking. Go faster. Move faster... this feels strange. It hurts."

"Nahi," he countered immediately, his tone shifting into that of an older, wiser instructor, the king who had survived a decade of butchery by knowing exactly when to hold back. He didn't accelerate; if anything, he slowed his pace even further, drawing his cock almost entirely out before sinking back in with a heavy, deliberate friction that made you melt against him. "Koi jaldbaazi nahi. This is your first time experiencing the morning after, meri jaan. You are too inexperienced, too tight. If I go fast right now, your body will lock up and you will get overwhelmed by the pleasure. You won't be able to carry it."

“Don't you preach to me," you spat back, a desperate flash of your inborn defiance sparking through the haze of your lust. "I am no less –”

"Forget our clashes in the streets," he interrupted, his voice dropping into a deeper, commanding register that brooked no argument. "Here, in this bed, you don't run anything. I want to savour the honour of being the first and only man to own this sweetness. I want to feel every single ripple of your skin while you are completely awake to see who is doing it to you."

He resumed the movement of his fingers again, his touch changing from a holding gesture to a slow, methodical stroke across your drenched pearl. You tensed instantly, your hips trying to twist away from the sharp sensation, your breath hitched in a silent scream.

"Aaram se. Relax your thighs," he instructed, his hand remaining perfectly steady, his fingers incredibly careful, compensating for his rough nature with an uncharacteristic gentleness that was far more dangerous than his anger. "Don't fight it. It will feel so good if you just let the weight go. Drop your guard, meri jaan."

The combination of his thick, unyielding fullness inside you and the feather-light, expert friction of his fingers on your clit was overwhelming. You felt so incredibly full, so thoroughly occupied and warmed from the inside out, that a sudden, hot rush of tears welled in your eyes, tracking silently down your cheek onto the coarse pillowcase. It wasn't from pain; it was the sheer, terrifying vulnerability of being completely understood, completely mastered by another human being.

Rehman saw the tear catch the morning light. He didn't mock you. He leaned over your shoulder, his tongue catching the salt of your tear, his voice softening into a low, reverent purr. "Yes.. just like that. Look how warm you are for me. Look how soft you become when you stop trying to fight me. Come for me now, meri jaan. Let me feel it."

Your pride flared one last time, a stubborn resistance that made you lock your jaw and try to hold the cresting wave back in your body. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you twice in one morning.

Seeing your resistance, Rehman leaned his forehead against your temple. He stopped using Urdu, and dipped into the ancient, guttural rhythms of your shared homeland.

"Don't be stubborn, my life," he murmured in heavily accented Balochi, his voice like the wind shifting the stones of the dry hills. "Just let go. Let go."

The sudden, intimate shift to your mother tongue was the final blow to your defenses. The words bypassed your intellect, striking directly at the lonely, displaced girl who had arrived in Lyari years ago. Your pride disintegrated. Your hips gave a violent, desperate shudder as a slow, deep, sleepy release rippled through your entire lower body. It wasn't the piercing scream of the climax the night before; it was a heavy, melting surrender that made your limbs go completely loose, your forehead dropping onto the mattress as you melted into his frame.

You expected him to finish then, to take his own release now that you were undone, but Rehman remained true to his word. He kept thrusting, though you were now hyper-sensitive, every microscopic movement of his skin against yours sending sharp, electric jolts through your abdomen.

When you let out a sharp gasp, your fingers weakly pushing against his thigh, he simply tightened his grip around your waist, keeping you anchored against his chest.

"Kuch nahi hua, kuch nahi hua," he comforted you, his voice steady and soothing against your neck as his hips continued their gentle, rhythmic motion. "Just rest, meri jaan. Don't move. Just let me fill you up. Main bilkul pyaar se karunga. He was entirely faithful to the promise. He didn't use you as a vessel for his own completion; he moved with a slow, deliberate care, guiding your overstimulated body through the aftershocks with a steady, protective pacing. Though he said very little, it felt as if he was teaching you the endurance of the act, the way that passion could become a warm hum rather than a violent spark.

After a few more deep, unhurried thrusts, his own breathing hitched. The muscles in his broad back turned to stone against your chest, his jaw clenching as he delivered one final, incredibly deep push that seemed to press through to your very spine. He let out a long, low groan into your hair, his body shuddering as he finally came inside you.

The sensation was a sudden, heavy wave of warmth that flooded your core, a deep, thick fullness that seemed to solidify the pact you had made in the dark hours of the night. It felt permanent. It felt like the heavy concrete foundations of the city itself sealing you together.

you’re completely spent, yet the two of them haven’t had their fill yet. you’ve lost count of how many times you’d came, and it still hadn’t been enough. clothes are an ancient memory, thrown off somewhere in a pile on the floor. your hair’s all messy, lips swollen from all the kissing and brain fuzzy from all the orgasms they’ve pulled out of you.

ulfat is on top now, and for once you get to rest and sink into the soft mattress as she slots herself between your legs, her slick folds dragging against yours. you mewl as she rides you, her pace is unforgiving and its agonising feeling the slick, the friction that threatens to throw you off the edge. rehman lies besides you, intently watching the two of you, hands tucked behind his head.

ulfat doesn’t like when your focus is off her, especially not when she’s the one making you feel so good. so as a corrective measure, her hand settles on your neck her slender fingers curl around your skin, tight and possessive, purposefully leaving you lightheaded. that paired with her are deliberate and methodical moves, slick drips down your thighs and its staining the bed sheet but couldn’t possibly care less about the logistics. you manage to meet her eyes and there’s a proud glint in them and a smug expression on her pretty face, she’s managed to make you look at her, finally. you match her rhythm, bucking your hips just the way she likes it.

even after all these years, she knew you best, knew all the tips and tricks to push you over the edge, she knew your body better than you did.

she rocks against you and without a warning you’re falling apart again, moans turning into mindless whimpers as the pleasure blinds you, nerves going into an overdrive, your back is arched at an angle you know you’ll regret tomorrow, none of it matters though, not when she’s falling apart with you, moans bouncing off each other. you don’t even comprehend praises that fall from her lips because all you can focus on is how good it truly feels.

ulfat slowly moves away and decides to leave a delicate kiss just under your ears and you shiver, still buzzing from your previous high.

before you know it, rehman’s hands are on your waist, strong and gripping, and he hauls you over him. you whine in protest, pushing his hands away, because you’re so so tired. you barely had a minute to catch your breath, they’ve always been like this, impatient and instaitable.

“please.” your plea falls on deaf ears, ulfat mutters encouraging words into your ear, like a siren about how you’ve been such a good girl, you can do it, just one more. right?

and just like always, you cannot help but give in to them. they know how to convince you, coax out mind numbing orgasms from you, how to say the right things, where to touch you. it drives you crazy. even so, when rehman makes a particular request, you’re left dumbfounded, staring at him as if he's grown two heads.

ulfat all but giggles at your expression, blood rushes to your cheeks, which is ridiculous given that your naked body is squished between the two of them, but still the prospect makes you a little shy.

“you want me to what?” you stumble over your words, eyes wide and unblinking, the highs of your pleasure dissipating as you stare at the man lying in front of you.

“sit on my face.” its not a request as much as an order, but you’re skeptical, you’ve never done that.

“it’s fine, you know he’s too lazy to get on top.” ulfat tells you, moving your hair away from your neck and leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin. rehman liked to rest, as did you, and most of the time you did fight over it like kids did for a piece of chocolate. it’s just that he knew how to get under your skin.

you lick your lips, hesitation clearly drawn over your features.

with an encouraging nod for him, you give in, like you always do. he helps you, hands guiding your hips and the moments his tongue stretches and licks a stripe on your wet core, the moan that tears out of you is utterly debauched. the thought that he’s tasting both, your and ulfat’s juices on you, sends you jolt of pleasure through your veins.

without a moments notice, his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, pulling you closer, and you feel the familiar rush building up again.

you’re facing ulfat and she gives you one of her bedazzling smiles as she inches closer and presses her lips to yours with utmost care. the kiss is gentle, unlike the previous ones, you realise that she’s trying to get you to relax, and it works like a charm, you helplessly melt into her touch.

rehman’s still continuing his torturous ministrations, his tongue switching between heavy and featherlight strokes, teasing and testing your boundaries.

ulfat pulls away and you’re left to deal with the loss of her lips on yours. she lowers herself on rehman’s cock, for a moment he stops his movements and his moans vibrate through your folds and you’re left shivering in his care, once again reminded how sensitive you are.

you squeal, and it only fuels his hunger and he laps like a man starved, you’re barely able to keep yourself upright with the way his nose just slightly brushes over your clit. he draws a broken scream from you when his teeth wrap around the swollen bundle of nerves. he’s thoroughly pleased with the reaction, you gather with the way he lets out a breathy chuckle. your thighs are shaking, the muscles burn yet he’s still not done with you.

you’re gushing over him, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips as he draws yet another orgasm from you with no remorse. your limbs feel like jelly and he’s still lapping up the juices, even as you’re crying out, and you’re so overstimulated, it hurts. your fingernails dig into his arms but he pays them no mind.

ulfat is thoroughly enjoying the show you’ve so graciously put on for her—she moves her hips in a tantalising pace, one that you know drives rehman crazy—it's reassuring that he’s about to break as well. she loves the the way your body is glistening with the fine sheen of sweat, the way your breats bounce, and how your voice breaks, the way you’re falling apart on his tongue, she thinks you look the prettiest like this, all spent and completely ruined, for them, by them.

rehman is reluctant to let you go, but he does. he helps you crash down on the next to him, and you’ve never been so grateful, your calfs burn and your throat is raw. you sink into the mattress. you’ve lost counts of how many times they’ve made you fall apart, broke you down to the bone and put you together again.

rehman’s about to burst, you know by the way his breath comes short, and the grunts that he lets out, but ulfat leaves him hanging, pulling herself off his hard cock, her eyes shift onto you and a shiver runs down your spine. not again.

“no.” you whimper desperately. you know what this means, but you’re too tired to switch. you can’t, not when you haven’t even had a moment’s rest.

ulfat slides behind you easily, gathering you in her arms and whispers those words in your ear again, ones that make you all soft and pliant, spread open for them.

rehman turns to face you, he knows how fussy you get when you’re this overstimulated, so he pulls you into a messy kiss, its desperate and raw, teeth clashing and tongue invading your mouth, he makes good use of this distraction and he slowly feeds his cock into your aching cunt and all your moans are swallowed in the kiss. your fingernails dig into his skin, leaving red, angry marks.

his lips don’t leave yours until he’s fully sheathed in and the stretch is delicious. he sticks to short, but efficient strokes, rocking his hips against yours, bruising the soft spongy spot that shoots pleasure down your spine.

he pulls you closer into his chest, and you let him.

you can’t help but notice how gentle the scene is, so unlike the previous hours, your eyes begin to water again because you feel the familiar knot—about to burst—in your stomach, its sweet, you can almost taste it on your tongue.

its different this time, but you have no energy to complain, not when you’re so close. all you can do is claw on his and ulfat’s arms around you.

the rush is sudden and inexplicable, and you’re positively lightheaded for a good few moments, delirious even, too lost in your own pleasure to notice that you’ve drenched rehman. that you’re crying out and your rambles are incoherent and mindless because it is overwhelming in the worst sense of the word, you feel rehman’s spill splash in your walls.

he pulls out, once again, he’s reluctant, but his eyes are stuck to where your bodies meet, you feel the absence of his cock and its atrocious, the emptiness and the way it feels when his seed is dripping out, you clench around nothing.

“you did you so good.” ulfat presses a kiss to your temple. your hair is damp and skin covered in a sheen of sweat, your lips curl in a tired smile.

“think you can do that for me again?” you’re about to cry, you know it’s not a question, that she’s not asking. you hate the sneaky look she shares with him.

you fall deeper into the mattress with a whine and rehman catches you this time with a teasing laugh, rubbing circles against your back, for what its worth. you haven’t even recovered from your last orgasm, your legs are still shaky and your heart’s still in your ears.

ulfat finds herself between your legs again. you realise, you are not surviving tonight. they’ve been away from you for far too long.

she reassures you, that you can take it, she knows you can. her fingers play with your folds, eyeing the way rehman’s seed spills out of you, she reaches and licks your folds. she’s teasing, you know, but it’s too much, your back arches, eyes rolling at the white hot pleasure shooting through you. ulfat pays it no mind, hooking her arms under your thighs and starts munching.

you’re not shocked when rehman, who’s behind you, pulls you into a messy kiss again, your neck turned at a weird angle to meet him halfway. you know it’s a distraction, to ground you and its working—the two of them are the same—you don’t want to stop. you pout when he inevitably pulls away to catch his breath.

ulfat’s tongue works wonders, her fingers are damn near lethal when she silently slips them into you, you’re done for. to make matters worse, rehman’s hand somehow ends up on your lower belly, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you writhing in his arms. the two of them have always worked together, even so it takes you by surprise when they coordinate like this, you hadn’t even noticed his hand sneaking away from your bare chest. you whimper as the feeling grows bigger, you know you’re about to break.

rehman’s other hand is wrapped around your torso, keeping you still and it's so easy for them to unmake you, mould you into their perfect toy, because you’ve never been able to deny them anything. you’re screaming this time when the dam breaks and pleasure drowns you and darkness welcomes you.

it takes you a good while to come back to your senses, and when you do, your muscles are screaming, you’re impossibly sore. but you’re clean and ulfat’s arms wrap around you, rehman's still leaving a trail of quiet kisses on the back of your neck and you allow yourself to fall back into the darkness again.

so, what so we think ??

anyway good night i will see u in the morning

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