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The early morning light filtered through the curtains drapping over your bare form which laid on the plush mattress barely covered by the duvet. Rehman was already up and awake he had been for the past 30 mins or so, just admiring your sleepy form. You looked so cute he thinks, the marks from last night littered over your skin like small starts in abyss, your hair was disheveled thrown haphazardly over the pillow, your lips were slightly swollen from last nights passionate make out. Rehman absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of hair that was blocking your face.

It was your birthday today, last night was spent in celebration by passionately making love with your husband till both of you stopped from exhaustion and finally slept tangled with each other. Rehman shifted and got up from under the sgeets. He leans towards your sleepy form kissing your cheek.

"Meri jaan uth jao subha ho gayi" he mumbled in his raspy sleep voice, whinch usually made you wet but you were too exhausted to care. "Mhm sone do na". You whined sleepily, turning to the other side and closing your eyes. Rehman chuckles watching you turn away from him. He removed the blanket off of you, leaving you in your bare glory.

Rehman slowly parted your thighs careful not to wake you up and got in between them. He leaned forward, placing chaste kisses on your abdomen occasionally bitting the tender skin of your thighs. He kissed the back of your knees and moved upwards to your inner thighs. His big hands roaming the rest of your body as he came face to face with your heat. He gave your clit a kiss before diving in. Rehman wet tongue worked up and down your vulva, making you whimper in your sleep.

He moaned at your sweetness, you tasted a fine mixture of allure, desire and sin. He lapped at your cunt, nose brushing against your button. Rehman slipped a finger in your tight walls, moving it at an agonizingly slow pace. His warm tongue circled your hole slurping your arousal, as if it was ambrose.

Your cunt clenched on his finger. His other hand came up to grope your breast, pinching the now stiff areola. He slipped another fat finger into you thrusting faster and picking up the pace. His tongue finally going up to your swollen clit, taking a little nibble and then in his mouth sucking softly. Your eyes fluttered open

"ahh~ Rehman!" You moaned at the sensation. Rehman smirked from between your thighs, pumping his fingers faster. You arched your back needing more. Drool spilled from the side of your lips and your eyes rolled back slightly at the sudden wave pleasure. Lewd moans slipped from your lips as his fingers curled just at the perfect spot snug inside you making your walls flutter around his digit. His warm mouth sucked on your clit, scraping his teeth lightly making you mewl. Your hands grabbed the tuff of his black hair, pulling him closer or pushing him away you didnt know in the haze of your pleasure. The knot in your stomach tightened threatening to snap any moment.

"Rehman kya mai.. mai." You couldn't finish your sentence too dumbed out by the pleasure to ask permission for release. But he understood perfectly, and mumbled in between your thighs

"Ye koi puchne ki baat hai meri jaan." His raspy voice making you throb, that was it, that was all you need to finally let go.

Rehman scissored his finger- the knot finally snapped as your released washed over, you white spots blinded your vision as you panted and tried to catch your breath. Rehman didnt stop no not yet, he sucked out every drop that left your cunt taking his sweet time. You moaned feeling overestimated, he just chuckled watching you finally wake up.

Rehman's head emerged from your thighs, the sight almost melted your brain. He lush lips glistening with your arousal as his tongue droped out to lick it, strainds of hair falling over his forehead making him look devilishly handsome, his torso littered with similar bite marks a reminder from last nights celebrations and that infuriating grin the one that was plastered on his face when he was too pleased with his actions. God! You could probably come undone at this sight.

"Salgirah mubarako meri jaan, socha tha breakfast in bed karenge par mera toh maan aur pet dono bhar gaya". You grabbed the nearest pillow your hand could reach and threw it at his head. Rehman chuckled and caught it in his hand. He finally shifted and moved away from your thighs now laying beside you, kissing your forehead head.

"Haya rakho Rehman!"

"Sharam kis baat ki jab tum meri biwi ho." He teased as he kissed your lips.

Safe to say the rest of the morning was once again spent in love making, you both didnt get up from the bed for the next few hours. When you both finally left the bed you were spoiled with presents amd your favorite foods.

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The house was... quiet.

Too quiet.

Not the comforting silence that settled after guests had gone home, but one that made every corner feel abandoned. Empty. Lonely. You wandered through the hallway barefoot, the marble cold beneath your feet.

"Ammi?" You called out.

Nothing.

The drawing room looked exactly as it had after the Eid gathering. Half-filled teacups rested on the centre table. Strings of fairy lights hung, glowing to cast long shadows across the walls. Everyone should've been here.

Instead...

The house was empty. A gust of wind drifted in from the open garden doors. A photograph slid across the floor. You bent down to pick it up. The family picture. The one taken after dinner. You smiled absentmindedly as your eyes travelled across familiar faces.

Abbu.

Ammi.

Your grandparents.

Your cousins.

Your brother.

You.

Major Iqbal.

Then...

Your smile faded.

One face had been scratched out.

Not torn.

Not faded.

Scratched.

Deep, uneven lines carved into the glossy paper until nothing remained beneath them. You frowned.

"...Who?"

You knew this picture. You remembered everyone squeezing together because your cousin insisted no one be cut out of the frame. So why couldn't you remember who had been standing there? You turned the photograph over. Nothing. When you looked at it again... The scratches looked deeper. You rubbed your thumb across them. They wouldn't come off.

Your heartbeat quickened as you suddenly heard a voice.

"Kabhi kabhi tasveer se zyada... yaadein dhokha deti hain."

You spun around. Major Iqbal stood near the garden entrance. Still. Expressionless. The dim fairy lights caught the silver strands beginning to appear at his temples. He wasn't looking at you. His eyes were fixed on the photograph in your hands. You looked back down. The scratches had spread. The paper had begun to tear around them.

"No..."

You tried to remember. Whose face was it? Why couldn't you? A strange warmth brushed past you. Expensive oud. A faint trace of tobacco. The lingering richness of amber and old whisky. The scent grew stronger. Closer. You looked up.

He was standing only a few steps away now.

You hadn't heard him move. Your fingers tightened around the photograph.

"Who is it?"

For the first time, his gaze met yours and he spoke

"Jis cheez ko chhupaya jaata hai... woh aksar sabse pehle yaad aati hai."

THUD!

You woke with a sharp gasp.

For a few moments, all you could hear was the fast rhythm of your own heartbeat. The dream clung to the corners of your mind. The empty house, the photograph, the scratched-out face... and his voice.

You reached for the glass of water beside your bed, taking a slow sip before forcing yourself to look across the room. The framed family photograph from Eid rested on your dresser.

You got out of bed and picked it up.

Everyone was there.

Abbu.

Ammi.

Your brother.

Your grandparents.

Your cousins.

And you.

You exhaled softly.

"Bas... khwaab hi toh tha."

A knock interrupted your thoughts.

"Y/N? Uth gayi?" your mother called. "Nashta tayyar hai."

"Ji, Ammi. Aa rahi hoon."

The next few days settled back into their usual rhythm.

College lectures. Endless assignments. Group projects that somehow turned into solo projects. Evenings spent helping your mother in the kitchen while pretending you hadn't left half your college work unfinished. Life felt... ordinary.

Almost enough to convince yourself that the nightmare had meant nothing. Almost.

The only thing that hadn't returned to normal...

Was your brother.

He left before everyone else. Came home long after dinner. His phone was never far from his hand. Sometimes, it would buzz once. He'd glance at the screen, excuse himself, and disappear onto the balcony. When he returned, he was quieter than before.

No one mentioned it.

A few evenings later, everyone sat around the dining table. Your mother placed a bowl of chicken Kheer in the centre while your father scrolled absentmindedly through the evening news on his phone.

Your brother barely touched his food. You watched him for a moment before nudging his arm with your elbow.

"Bhai."

"Hm?"

"Kya ho gaya?"

He didn't even look up. You rested your chin on your palm.

"Late nights. Random phone calls. Moody twenty four seven..."

You narrowed your eyes dramatically.

"...Sach batao."

A grin spread across your face.

"Kahin kisi mafia ke liye toh kaam nahi kar rahe?"

Normally, your brother would've rolled his eyes or pulled your cheeks at such a remark. Even your parents would have started laughing.

Instead...

He slowly placed his spoon down. The faint clink against the plate seemed louder than it should have. Then he looked at you.

His expression had gone completely still.

"Dobara aisi baat mat kehna."

Even your parents were silent, as if they did not want to participate in this conversation.

The smile faded from your face.

"...I was joking."

Your brother lowered his gaze and picked his spoon up again as though nothing had happened.

You looked at your mother, hoping she'd notice. And she did notice. But she quietly changed the subject.

Were they hiding something?

It was late afternoon when the familiar sound of tyres crunching against the gravel drifted in through the open windows. The steady drizzle had settled into a soft rain, washing the garden in shades of grey. The scent of damp earth lingered in the air as you sat curled up on the sofa, half-heartedly flipping through your college notes. Your father looked up from the newspaper resting on his lap.

A faint smile crossed his face.

"Major Sahab aa gaye."

You glanced towards the front door just as it opened. Your brother stepped inside first, shaking the rain from his sleeves before moving aside. Major Iqbal followed.

He greeted your parents with a quiet, "Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumassalam." your mother replied warmly.

There was nothing formal about the exchange. As if they had known each other for years.

"Chaliye, study mein baithte hain." Your father spoke.

Your brother silently followed the two men down the hallway. As they disappeared into the study, your father gently pushed the door until it was almost closed.

From the kitchen, your mother called out,

"Y/N beta! Zara chai study mein de aao!"

You hurried to the kitchen and picked up the tray. The polished metal was pleasantly warm against your fingertips, the heat from the freshly brewed tea seeping through it. Wisps of steam drifted upwards, brushing against your face before disappearing into the air. Balancing it carefully, you nudged the kitchen door open with your elbow and stepped into the hallway. The quiet clink of porcelain against silver echoed softly through the house, accompanied only by the rhythmic patter of rain outside.

As you reached the study, you were about to enter. But suddenly you heard your brother say something.

"Agar usse pata chal gaya toh? Main nahi chahta woh mujhse nafrat kare."

Nafrat.

Your brother? The same brother who had taught you how to ride a bicycle, stayed awake helping you cram before exams, and never forgot to bring you your favourite food after work...

What could he possibly have done that would make him fear your hatred? Your thoughts spiralled before you could stop them.

The late-night phone calls. The constant secrecy. The way everyone fell silent whenever Major Iqbal was around. The strange look on your brother's face when you'd jokingly accused him of working for the mafia. Your stomach turned.

No...

Surely not.

But if not that... then what?

Whatever it was, it wasn't ordinary. Ordinary people didn't speak in whispers behind closed doors. Ordinary favours didn't leave a man looking over his shoulder. Ordinary conversations didn't carry words like nafrat with such certainty.

A sickening feeling settled over you.

"Y/N?"

Your father's voice pulled you back to reality.

You blinked.

Only then did you realize you were still standing outside the study, the silver tray balanced carefully in your hands, the tea growing colder with every passing second.

"Beta? Andar aao." Said your father.

Drawing in a quiet breath, you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind and nudged the door open.

Three pairs of eyes turned towards you.

Your father smiled warmly.

You stepped inside, carefully placing a cup before your father, then your brother. The last cup rested in front of Major Iqbal.

Then you slowly spoke.

"...Aap log kya baat kar rahe the?"

Your father looked up from his cup, about to answer, but Iqbal spoke first. He glanced briefly at your brother. And for the first time, the faintest smile touched his lips.

It wasn't mocking.

Nor particularly warm.

"Bas, yahi... ke aapke bhai aapki hifaazat ke liye kitni door tak jaa sakte hain."

You looked at your brother, puzzled.

He didn't look back. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the tea in his hands, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

You let out a small, awkward laugh.

Neither man smiled.

To avoid the silence, your father cleared his throat.

"Beta, zara Ammi se keh dena kuch biscuits bhi bhej dein."

"Ji."

You picked up the empty tray, offering a polite smile before leaving the study.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the voices resumed. You couldn't make out the words. Only the tone. Low. Unsettling.

Later that night you couldn't sleep. You stepped out for a glass of water.

As you crossed the hallway, you noticed the study door was slightly open.

The light was still on.

Inside sat your brother.

Alone.

His elbows rested on his knees, his face buried in his hands. His shoulders trembled once. Then again. You had never seen him cry before.

Not when he lost his job.

Not even when he broke his arm as a teenager.

You quietly stepped back.

Some grief...

Didn't belong to the people who witnessed it.

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You watched around the dark room, the only light being the one that entered through the edges of the door dimly lightening up the room, your eyes adjusted to the gray and the tears that haven't stopped flowing. The room though it looked abandoned it offered a comfortable double bed and another door that you were sure was the bathroom, rest of it were just empty shelves and thing that did not have any use anymore cluttered in a corner or in between the way to the bed, a broken lamp, old newspapers bundles and what not. 

You looked back at the torn off cloth in your hand, it was the first time in 15 years when your ‘father’ had chosen out something for you to gift, or given you a gift at all and possibly the last memory you would have had of him and now even that was torn, the short lived fate of the luxury reminded you very much of your own pity. And once again your fate has been decided from a man who found glory in revenge regardless of the ruination that followed, your ‘father’ only cared for his pride, his possession as he killed your abbu jaan and the same way Uzair had ended a life as if any of them were innocent in this game and the constant hoarder of their pain becoming you. 

Who were they? and were you any less deserving of life than them, who are these people and why do they get to decide where your life landed up next. You weren't going to take this quietly for once .

You refused to use the bed, and sleep didn't came and when it did you don't remember, the room in light looked worse when you realised the clutter wasn't clutter at all, it was all liven in things, the 8th grade books, a wearing off bat in the corner, inflated footballs just memories of life that didn't exist anymore

The door creeped open a inch, “ Uth gayi?” Followed by a raspy voice you didn't recognize. You put your hand at your chest walking slow to the opening, peeking out to see a burly tanned man, his hair so lucious it put yours to shame. “Mhm” You nodded mumbling, “ Yeh kapde pehen lo uske baad Uzair bhai tumse baat karne aayenge”

It was an old faded out kurta but you did not  have the privilege of choice right now so you pulled down whatever shabby cloth they had given you over your body, you honestly did not know what to expect of them what you knew was that by chance you had escaped the worst case scenario of becoming a toy but you still couldn’t be sure and let your guard down so quick. 

You followed him to wherever he led, watching the pale beige of the walls paired  with the beautiful antiques of the house, it wasn't the modern luxurious houses you were used to seeing in your area this was a regal  property where every furniture and design was a quiet opulence, the sunlight dangled so prettily from the stained glass arch, the canvas for its kaleidoscope being the wall just opposite to it. You have admired it for so long you did not realise when you had forgotten to look forward until you had bumped with a sofa. 

You sat down quietly forced to fiddle your eyes around the house now that the man in front of you had decided not to disclose anything further to you, forced to watch a house that felt more like home than you ever had in the 15 years you spent in your ‘father’s’ house, each photo hung up on the wall made you pause and see the liveliness through it, made you wonder what stories it had to tell before nothing remained. Yes the sofa cover was wearing out slightly, the side of coffee table scratched and the top left with indentations of the tea that trickled to the bottom of the cup, it felt strange to be so close to it the same way you had felt about the left behind belongings from your room it was strangely intimate to watch things yearn for their owners once they had left.

The door from the other side opened loudly followed by three burly men now standing around you,

“ Aslam ke baaki log kaha hai?”

Asked the green eyed man, you wanted to reply back and give them back the firm answer you had - You did not know, your father who couldn't even share glances with you let alone share his secrets like that was almost comical to hear. The memory of the wound etched into his head made you flinch involuntarily, clutching at the salwar, the blood shed you saw when he dragged you out, how it pooled at the floor carrying out to the door step of your house, then why were you spared? The last thing you heard there were his men panicking about how he should not have killed Aslam there because it meant incomplete information. 

You were only alive right now, because they believed you knew the things that they weren't able to extract from him so you had to play along. Putting on faces wasn't an anomaly to you so you did as you sought 

“Mujhe nahi pata” You said naively enough to make yourself look guilty, the lighter clicked loudly through the tense atmosphere, your eyes were to shoot up before you forced them to relax and look up and slow because you already knew who it was going to be. Uzair stood leaned up against the wall watching you from his peripheral vision, his mood, expression unchanged from it was last night.

“ Lyari task force ka office kaha hai?” 

“ Mujhe nahi pata”

You repeated back more stubbornly holding up the perfect spoiled brat personality that you have never lived  

The same question repeated for two days, stuck in your head in a loop- how many men were involved? Where is the office? Who funded the operation? Where is the rest of your family? Were there any politicians involved and with how oblivious your answer got the more the privilege of food was taken away and reduced to a sookhi roti by day three. And by three you were acquainted with the names of the men who interrogated you- Hamza, Dhonga, Siyahi, Yusuf. You only cared for these names because they were the one most closely associated with Uzair, and you tried your best to slip in a normal conversation in between which they almost always allowed and the second conversation got lighter Uzair left and so did his burning stare.

That night he watched you shivering on the floor, with your beloved gift ripped with his very hand in the depth of the dark you could still decipher the strange hunger he watched your face with and how you could still feel it linger in the way he watched you from the sidelines, and has not spoken to you not until now.

You remember being 13 and watching him with starry eyes on the tv while your ‘father’ cursed out loud about Rehman, when you couldn't find the relief of sleep at night you sat alongside Aslam watching the boring new and to you even the pixelated Uzair on the screen was a delight, had you kicking your feet more than your favourite actor ever did, you remember being 16 catching just a glimpse of him passing by, fast enough you couldn't see his face that disappeared into corner of the road but that presence remained with you for long before you had your first boyfriend.

Rihaan became your escape from the world, a sweet smart boy who helped you with academics, late evening study session that turned into something else entirely and you were in love you swore you were but you hid yourself from him at times, never let him into the reality of your house but the way your whole days went without a call from your ‘father’ should have spoken enough for him. You had given him your every firsts, your first kiss, your first night, your first love and being with him was not a problem usually because its not like anyone cared enough to check upon where and who you were roaming with. 

Two years passed in the perfect teenage fantasy before life had a purpose for him, he needed to study further and well you- how could you tell him your father simply did not care for what you have achieved and soon he was away, you promised each other you would stay in touch but the eventual drift was heartbreaking but eventually the truth you had to accept when you rung up his phone ten times and he did not picked up. The small chapter closed but it blew wind to the feelings that you had buried back two years ago dismissing it as a childish infatuation with a thing you were specifically taught to stay away from. 

The day you were crying quietly in the corner of a crowded street, watching the blurred vision of the phone in front of you watching it go off again and again, it was one of those days when you could not act like you accepted the reality  of your first love leaving you, to Uzair you were just a crying girl on the road that he thrown- offered his handkerchief to and disappear back into the world he belonged to.

It became a routine for you now, staring out of the bounded window of the jhaali  had you squinting your eyes at first till you became detached watching the vehicles pass by mindlessly with the bedim view of outside with the criss cross patterns in front of your eyes . You had even started to recognise their footsteps fueled by your instinct to survive.

 Today was no different, the door swung open revealing Donga, Hamza,Siyahi and Yusuf 

“Ye iska roz ka ho gaya hai ab. Kuch bolti nahi. Bhai kyu bhejte hai kya pata. Sirf vakt barbaad karti hai,” Donga said to the others, exasperation evident in his expression 

“Agar ladka hoti toh maar kar sab bulwa lete. Par vo bhi nahi kar sakte,” Hamza added his voice reeking with desperation to extract information from you and at times it was hard for him to watch what Uzair was becoming into

“Lekin isse hum muft me kitne din aur rakhenge? Paalne ke liye thodi laaye hai isse” Yusuf added, making all of them nod in exasperation . “ Kuch kaam karwate hai, ameer ghar ki ladki hai jyada din nahi jhel paayi  khud thak kar sab bata degi,” Yusuf suggested the softest torture method they ever had to come up with.

But these people weren't your friends and the words from their mouth did not particularly meant the same as they did for you

“Oh madam, kaam kya kar leti ho tum?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment and dread wash over you because how could you tell them that you had never worked a day in your life and what if they made you do disgusting stuff for them? It was a game of pride you had known that with the time spent with your ‘father’ and whats more humiliating than taking away what's considered your dignity in the society, and lose all autonomy to this men, after all how would they know all the hurt in a house full of men 

(oh baby you dont know) 

That’s all you could hear in your head and suddenly wished Uzair had killed you too after he had killed your ‘father’ without a speck of emotion on his face 

Donga repeated his question, voice a tad bit higher, at the same time Uzair entered finding himself to be perched cooly against one of the corners watching you with same coldness that ensued everyday 

“Mene kuch puchha?! Kya kaam kar leti ho?”

“Vo bas…paani ubalne aata hai” You whispered  

“ Aur khaane mei kya banana aata hai?” 

“Noodles bana leti ..ho bas ek baar jalaya tha” 

“ VAAH ubalte hue paani mei noodles daalna hai tumhare liye khaana banana? Aur usmien bhi tumne jala diya???” The absurdity toned down the atmosphere of the room making the men break into smiles they knew were not appropriate in the situation

Uzair breathed too hard for too long, running his hands up his hair, messing it up the heave of his chest growing tighter and faster when the laugh continued 

“MAZAAK LAGTA HAI TUJHE YEH SAB?!”

The venom in his voice made you flinch, making every breath feel like a task. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face inches away from your own, he reeked of alcohol, intensifying your terror for you were unaware of his next move 

His hand dug into the line of your jaw, his thumb finding place at the side of your mouth from the way it engulfed the whole curve of your face,

 “ Muh khol kuch puch raha hoon kuch tujhse” 

You whimpered your eyes going teary with how harshly he was holding you 

(gandu Uzair) 

 “ Bol, tera baap toh bahut bolta tha” 

He snarled in your face and no matter how hard you tried to play it cool you were scared, nothing could foretell what was going to happen to you if you continued to live with them ,continued to act this way and above all you were all alone. His roughness made you feel your heart was  in your mouth but the proximity tingled down your spine, the warmth of his coarse hand spreading throughout your body, to the flush of your cheeks that you were glad you could hide in the guise of tears and the perilous heat that settled heavy between your legs.

He pulled back standing up straight with his grip everchanging on your face. Were you to posit this pull at the sight of his furrowed dense eyebrows and the ways his eyes watched down you, how he didn't put the effort to lean in to you to face letting his eyes do the work effortlessly and the way you could sense his thumb inching closer at times to the side of your mouth, it felt intimate the violence the hate from both of you mixing dangerously with an unsaid feeling that men and women like you weren't supposed to have given the situation this tension was born from him.

He is your father’s murderer and in his eyes you were just as guilty as your father to snatch his second chance to live, to destroy what was never his in the first place and after years of the life he spent under Rehman’s shelter and shadow he was once again the boy who had lost both his parents in front of his eyes and watched helplessly but only this time he wasn't helpless, he could have saved Rehman one changed decision and his brother would have been alive, and this house wouldn't have felt so haunting. 

He tried to watch you with the same loathe but unwillingly the sight of you standing there in the crowd while he decided Arshad’s fate crept in and how genuinely innocent and blameless you looked staring at him with nothing but terror and how your fear reduced to a fraction when his eyes met yours, he did not know that he was capable of such softness anymore when all that stirred in his heart was pain and abhorrence.

“Bol” he said coldly, squeezing your jaw tighter to muffle the thoughts in his head from the impact your lips parted. Both of you paused, eyes meeting to convey the same feeling of restlessness. You let him do as pleased, watching the rough pad of his thumb brush again at the side of your mouth to trace the edge of your lips, you shivered blinking up at him.

His body fought to stand still at the feel of the moisture from your tender lips that he admired from afar in the dead of the night, without further intel from his consciousness his thumb slipped into your mouth pressing at your tongue. The agitation of the softness, the velvety bumps of your tongue along with your salvia sticking to his skin that gave him a pleasure so depraved, and the hot breath that surrounded his skin added fuel to the fire. He did not say anything but the side of his mouth twitched his jaw tightening to keep in the low groan that threatened to leak out at the idea of that warm mouth to wrap around his cock, all the sense that he disappeared into thin air.

He dragged his slick finger back out smearing your own fluid past your lips, pushing down the plump bottom lip till it touched back at your skin before thrusting his thumb back in, your eyes rolled back for a second lips going to purse around the salty foreign object in your mouth, the heat between your legs elapsing all at the same point to the small bud that ached painfully. You wanted to bob your head show him how good you will be

Hamza choked out loud turning away, Uzair pulled away abruptly muttering curses under his breath 

There was a significant change in your daily activities now, from sitting by the window to doing all the housework . It was obviously not a pleasant change. Most changes are not pleasant. The first few days went terrible, constant criticism and yelling for not doing the work properly. Over the course of a few weeks you thought you had mastered it but it was completely opposite to Uzair’s opinion. 

He chided you daily, barged in your room when he saw fit and asked you questions about your ‘father.’

All of this had started to drain you emotionally as well as physically, your eyes had begun to look sunken, your cheeks slightly hollow, the suppleness long gone, you had forgotten how the warm rays of the sun felt on your skin when you stepped outside, you were confined with no means of escape.

After your finger tips had wrinkled from wringing out the wet cloth to used to sweep the floor for the third time now, you plopped down exhausted on the floor. Your dupatta starting from your shoulder ending tied at the side of your waist leaned up againt the water bucket on the floor. Aslam house didn't withold any pity for you and your loneliness but you atleast lived the life of luxury, and your abbu jaan never even let you eat with your own hands whenever he was home, feeding you dinner in his lap while you talked about your daughter, he didn't want the dirt of the society touch his innocent child, didn't want the means she was born of become a bane of her existence but it did. 

You wondered if he saw you like this what would he think? 

“ Kaam karne bola hai ya sone bola hai?” Uzair voice carried through the courtyard bursting your small bubble of thoughts, 

“ Kaam karliya maine ” you whispered politely

“ Isko saaf kehte hai? Puri gandgi dikh rahi hai abhi bhi” You both knew that wasn't the truth and somehow that made it more frustrating. 

Three times you have run the cloth across the floor over this massive acres of land and he is asking you to do it all over again?  Barely hold back your vexation you replied through gritted teeth

“ Aapki aankhien kamzoor hogi meri nahi” 

It was rude, you weren't supposed to say it but offending wasn't the first thing to catch at his face it was challenge turning the straight line of his lips downward.

“ Theek hai fir ya toh mera kamra saaf kardo ya fir firse pura farsh saaf kar” 

His room fell straight in your vision from the room were kept captive in ,on the very opposite end but still visible and you were aware of the dishonourable state of his room today, with the clothes thrown out and heaping on the floor, and how the bedsheets were discarded half off the bed. The task wasn't to clean the room it was to withstand his gaze as you worked, and no you did not want to be in his room and work around in the stuff air of everything being his, did not want to want to see all of life pushed up at photos on shelves and see him as an human, be in the space he sprawled in every night it was all just too intimate. But a challenge was a challenge and you yourself had not felt that spark to prove yourself in three years now and Uzair aggravated the emotion at how hate was not the only thing you felt when you looked at him.

“ Thee hai mai aapka kamra saaf karungi” You dragged yourself up and into his room, you forced yourself to focus your eyes ahead and keep them only and only on the pile of clothes to avoid being swayed the intoxicating smell of him that flooded the room, that felt your bones feel al little too weaker. 

You posed yourself carefully making your cleavage spilled out as you worked that you bent over one to many times for himself to keep his face straight, if he was going to torture you with his ravenous eyes you were going to put him through the same suffering of the sight he cant, cant touch.

He grabbed you by the arm, “Apne kamre mei jaa” He shoved you out of the room breathing heavily shutting the door close with a loud bang but even after you could feel the tremor of his hands from outside the door 

On the same day in the evening when Uzair and his men had decided to bother you (again) to ask you questions about your ‘fathers’ doings using words and names of people you had never heard in the entirety of your existence. Your fury had reached its crest, all of it overwhelmed you, the constant condemnation despite your best efforts and to top it all of the questioning irritated you to infinite ends. In the heat of the moment your bursted,

“Kya hai ye roz ka?! Ye admi kaun hai! Isse kabhi dekha kya?! Ye kaha hai?! Vo kaha hai! Mera baap kya karta tha?! Ja ye kaam! Ja vo jakar bana! Thak gayi hu me! Khuda ke liye mujhe baksh do!! Saans nahi li jaati mujhse yaha”

Uzair did not counter back he just repeat the same question that you had heard so many times by now it made your fist clench

“ Task force ka office kaha hai?”

“ MUJHE NAHI PATA! AUR PATA HOTA BHI TOH MAI AAPKO NAHI BATATI!!” You shouted the frustation getting at the last of your nerves and patience.

You regretted these words the second they came out of your mouth when Uzair ordered all his men to leave the rooms and stood up the movement so absolute it sent shivers down your spine. You watched around the room for mercy from everyone inside the room but they all avoided your eyes “ Rehne do Uzair bhai koi baat nahi bacchi hai” Dhonga tried to reason with him ,but he dismissed them all out of with nothing but quietness

 The door closed behind them leaving you stranded with him you took hurried steps back watching the sudden aggressiveness show through him as his veins pulled taut the scuttled movement send you stumbling back, your head hitting the bed frame as your body slid back against the wood , you winced in pain but you knew what was coming your way was far worse. 

“ Tameez se jawab de de varna mujhe aur bhi tareeke pata hai”

Uzair added coldly, crouching down on the floor, his eyes boring into your soul as he folded the sleeves of his pathani suit, you gulped for you were sure that you had finally broken what little dignity he was holding himself up to; to at least not raise his hand at a woman. His hand grabbed at your jaw it was the same familiar movement only the amit of that day was gone replaced with the harshness of a man who had been driven heinous from his grief “ Bol kya pata hai tujhe” “ Mujhe sach mei kuch nahi pata please” Your whimpered plea was cut off as his grip tightened .  You saw him raise his other hand in a slap which made your primordially flinch and close your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips. 

Aslam had slapped you once when you made the mistake of touching the photo frame of your mother and breaking it into pieces, he moved in instinct his hand connecting with your tiny cheek in a harsh blow that knocked a baby tooth out of your mouth, that was the first and the last time but it had stayed with you for years, the terror into your heart.

The feel of his heavy hand striking your flesh never came only the delicate brush of his finger as he swept the stray wave out of your face, the hand on your jaw falling to his side as he dawdled trailing his finger tips to the corner of your eyes where the tears formed, you had forgotten how to breathe, how to get your eyes to open again and if you would ever be able to handle that softness that must be on his face right now. 

He hand travelled from the arch of your cheek to the back of your head, you felt the shift and the warmth of his body close- he was pulling you into his chest.

You remained stuck in place, feeling your own face as a stranger as it settled into hard plane of his chest, his lips touched at the top of you heard but the action so gentle it got passed and disappeared into the air before you could even be sure if what you felt was correct but the feeling of beating heart made you believe in it.

“Sorry” he whispered without any explanation leaving you with a departure that felt like breaking into pieces.

For the whole evening you did not see him, your eyes unwillingly glancing again and again the closed off door to his bedroom, you heard the sound of the skidding car outside the haveli and Uzair fuming as he strided back into his house. 

You wondered if that gloominess was directed at you again but he went straight to his room ignoring Hamza tired sighs, you heard the clatter of things being knocked over as he desperately searched for something and then it went quiet all of a sudden, curiously you turned your head 

He spread out the white power at the table in a thin line, he took a second staring down at the mess he had created himself before pressing on finger at the side of his nose leaning in to snort in the line, he huffed up falling back into couch, barely breathing his eyes wild but you also saw the tears glistening them, you tried not to care, tried to shut off the the visual of his pain with wood that would conceal, but you could not bring yourself to, instead keeping the door open by a few inches.

The moon had been up in the sky for hours now, the usual silence of the night taking over. It was late even for the gangster whose work began in the dark leaving behind haveli empty and solace.Uzair watched you from the narrow opening of your door, though exhausted from work sleep never come easy and it never had since you were 6, the fear of what will cross your mind next when you closed your eyes scared you, tired you with how the visuals of the death remained still fresh in your heart.

You reached your hand back at the dori of the kurta, unfastening the fabric to get ready for bed. His large hand hauled you back crushing his chest at your back. You cried out loud, your body locking in place from how unexpected it was, his breath grazing at the side of your neck in heavy desperate pants. Fuck he was sniffing your neck, “ Kya kare ho choro mujhe” In another second he had gotten a hold of your face and is smashing his lips against yours.

You squirmed but it dont move him an inch as he sucked your lips in his hands going to tangle at the back of your hair. Ravelling in the soft waves he softened his kiss a fraction not crushing but punishing your tenderness with his controlled but still extremely hungry movement as he tilted his head to soak in the feel of you that had been calling for him for too long now, he kissed till he felt you let go of the stiffness and until it finally registered  what he was doing. 

His beard scratched gently at your face but that was nothing to what was happening, why was he kissing you right now? And why you found no fight left in yourself right now standing still to endure the assault of your lips, your knees faltering for a second before he steadied you snaking his muscular arm around your waist keeping you in arrest. And in the trance of the moment you moved your lips back with him in the same feverish rhythm of neediness and craze 

“ Teri vajah se meri jindagi kuch nahi bacha” 

He grunted, pulling his head back only to dip it the crook of your neck leaving aggressively bright purple spots on your skin, you moaned breathlessly, head falling back to give more of yourself as he put the blame of his brother’s death on you; what a sick verdict. 

The coarse beard didn't just touched against the skin now it scraped at the delicate skin that he would have killed to touch, his movements scampered as if the soft feel of your body would disappear and the warm summer scent of you would evaporate into the thin air before he could truly worship it, he drew a dangerous path down the slope of your neck to your collarbone, his hands pulling down the kurta off your shoulder and descending his hungry lips at the parts of you that he hadn't seen it, he didn't went in first watching the soft curve with his dazed, tracing the shape under his fingerprints to feel if it was real before deciding to marr them with his possessiveness.

You had been quivering to a feeling you weren't a stranger but with Uzair it was different, you felt your heart thrum ten times stronger and all with thoughts that were almost a sin considering what you both were to each other.

“ Magar fir yeh sukoon bhi sirf tujh mei hi hai” he continued, his tone gravely which sounded more like defeat than it did like hunger. Gosh you were supposed to be upset, he had done everything wrong from barging into your room in the middle of the night to forcing his lips on yours, everything wrong but you still tangled your finger in his dark thick waves yanking his head back to seal both of your lips together,this time doing it yourself. 

A raw whimper cut out straight from his throat as he felt you move, finding it hard to hold himself back in the intoxication, his hand fisting into the fabric of the cheap cotton of the clothes he had made you wear. He traced the flimsy wet seam of your lips in a silent behest that broke the last of sense in your brain, it was Uzair who was inebriated he had an excuse what did you have? You just said in your head that he was forcing this upon you as you parted yours lips with utmost despair to feel his tongue slide into your mouth.

You almost fell back when his tongue mingled with yours , you couldnt feel what breathe was yours and what was his feeling all the same and one in the movement, moving in rapid circles together as you both drowned in each other's taste. His heat pooled at his stomach the drugs from before had made it more sensitive, he was aroused and erect from the second he saw you the narrow space looking at yourself in the mirror, watching your fingers pull open the knot and expose the span of your back that he so sullenly wanted to feel, and the warmth of your mouth was the same as he imagined, so were the tremors that shook your whole and the soft voice that hymned his name in between the exchange, kissing for so long that saliave dripped down the side of your mouth. 

Deliriously you raised one leg resting it at his hips in an urge to soothe the burgeoning heat that made you walls suck around absolutely nothing, only to be met by the silhouette of his hard cock through the clothes. 

With another half whine, half groan he threw you onto the mattress. Before you could root yourself back in place and reality he had already spread your legs wide, twisting your limbs as he placed and crashed  his hips into yours. You gasped at how intently his bulge pressed against your covered cunt, throbbing so hard you felt it twitch as if it was alive, “ Uzair stop it” you hissed in an attempt to bite back the moan as he started grinding, his voice growing rugged, “ Meri hai tu sirf meri” 

The dripping precum dampened the fabric to both of your clothes and the wet sensation hitting you stronger than ever. As your back arched, legs fighting to close but with him a huge boulder - him. “ Uzair” You pleaded and whined but the rhythm didn't stop, the friction crumbling you into deceitful bliss. The hard head poked at your stomach almost, slapping against your belly button with each thrust your eyes were starting to give out when it all halted and he fell upon you with all his weight.

He fell asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck like a grumpy cat who was caught off guard.

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Tropes- Historical setting(not accurate) ,muslim/islamic empire(fictional place) , the knight and his princess, spy Hamza, betrayal, angst, misuse of trust

Warnings- Explicit sexual content, manipulative Hamza(duh), age gap, honey trap, blood, voilence , conservative

a/n- my first hamza fic, this was the secret fic I was yapping about for quite some time lol, alsooo Hamza wont be using his name Hamza with the reader, but a spy name ,hope you all would love the concept even thought its pretty much crack ship kind of

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​A flush crept up his neck into his beard. There wasn't much left in this city that could rattle him, but he had no defense against a bride treating him like a five-course meal. He gently caught your wrists with his large, calloused hands. "Khuda ke liye, thodi toh haya rakhein. Yeh theek nahi hai,” he murmured, his eyes wide as he caught a hunger he couldn't hide.

​"Bilkul theek hai, Hamza." You popped the fourth button and pressed your mouth to the pulse at his throat, feeling him go completely still. "Aap bohot reserve rehte hain, I know. Par is kamre mein sirf hum dono hain. Aur main saalon se is raat ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”

​That cracked him. His hands, which had tried to push you off, wrapped around your waist and pulled you in instead. He dropped his forehead against yours. "Aap sach mein paagal hain.”

​"Sirf aapke liye, shohar ji." You laughed against his skin, your fingers threading through the dark hair on his chest.

​You didn't move for a while, content to use him as your pillow. Then you stepped back, your hands sliding to his shoulders as you gripped the silk. "Yeh kurta toh ab bas rukaawat hai. Utaar dijiye isse. Mujhe apne shohar ko theek se dekhna hai.”

​Hamza swallowed. He didn't argue. He pulled the kurta over his head and dropped it on the floor. His chest was broad, dusted with dark hair running down to his stomach. You bit your lip, taking your time looking.

​"Mashallah... kisi ki nazar na lage," you said, pressing your palms flat against his skin, feeling him flex under your hands. "Par sach kahun toh meri khud ki nazar hi nahi hat rahi.”

​A low groan moved through him. His hands hovered over your lehenga, his fingers grazing the zardozi work, completely unsure. "Aapka yeh joda... aur yeh itne saare zevar... bohot bhari hain," he said, his voice catching. "Mujhe inhe theek se kholna nahi aata." A deeper flush climbed into his beard.

​You laughed, and the gap between his terrifying reputation and his fumbling with hooks and clasps made your chest ache with affection. You took his wrists and pushed until the back of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to sit.

​"Toh mat kholiye, Hamza." You traced the line down his chest, then kissed his collarbone, moving lower until your mouth rested right over his rapid heartbeat. "Zevar aur kapde main khud utaar lungi. Aap bas wahi kariye jo mujhe pasand aaye.”

​He let out a shaky breath, his hands finally moving to close around your waist, pulling your hips against him as he pressed his face into your stomach.

​"Begum, aap aadhi jaan toh meri aise hi nikal chuki hain," he muttered against your skin.

​You tilted his head back so he had to look at you. "Bachi hui aadhi jaan bhi khushi khushi de dijiyega, Hamza." You kissed him, slow at first, and then with a sudden, deep hunger. "Kyunki abse is poore shareer par, aur is seene mein dhadakne wale dil par, sirf aur sirf mera kabza hai.”

​You didn’t give him a second to think. Your hands slammed against his heavy shoulders, shoving him back. Hamza hit the mattress hard, his massive frame sinking into the white sheets, his long, wavy hair spilling out like ink. He didn’t fight it. He just lay there, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes with a quiet, completely uncharacteristic surrender.

​Kicking the heavy, suffocating layers of your bridal lehenga to the floor, you didn't waste time. You stripped out of the inner skirts. Impatiently, your hands reached down to undo the silk drawstrings of his salwar, yanking the fabric down and flinging it carelessly to the floor. Your gaze swept over him as you memorized his massive form. Your shohar. A low, rough sound rumbled deep in his chest, not a protest, but a heavy exhale of pure, unadulterated anticipation. You straddled his narrow waist in one fluid motion.

​You paused for a fraction of a second, taking a heavy breath to calm your wild heart before your hand finally closed around his length. You stroked him with a slow, deliberate friction just to watch his chest hitch. A low, guttural groan scraped past his throat.

​Enjoying his torment, you slowly released your grip and shifted your weight, guiding his hot tip right against your aching center. You paused there for a breathless second, letting the intense heat press against you before you finally lifted your hips and sank down, taking him in completely until there was no space left between you.

​A sharp moan tore from your throat, instantly met by his deep, ragged groan as you fused together. The overwhelming rush of slight pain and intense pleasure made your vision go completely dark, your mind short-circuiting as you stretched around him. Beneath you, Hamza’s massive body went completely stiff, his hips instinctively twitching upward as he felt you clamp tight around him. As the haze finally cleared, his calloused hands immediately gripped your hips, driven by a sudden instinct to take control and dictate the pace, but you caught his wrists and pinned them flat against the sheets above his head.

​Out there, he was the Badshah of Karachi, a ruthless gangster. But right here, under your palms, he was just a man entirely undone by you. You dug your nails into his wrists, a silent command, and his grip slackened completely, yielding to the wild rhythm you set.

​You began moving on him with an energy fueled by an insatiable hunger for your shohar. The quiet room filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin slapping against skin. The air turned humid, causing sweat to drip from your body onto his. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you threw your head back and cried out his name while your hands slid up his chest. Your fingers caught in the dark hair of his chest, your nails scratching over tight muscle and leaving angry red tracks. You leaned down, burying your teeth into the junction of his neck and collarbone, biting hard enough to leave a mark he couldn't hide, a brand showing exactly who owned the Badshah. Under your teeth, his chest surged upward with a sharp, ragged hiss, his large hands flexing hard against your hips as he absorbed the beautiful agony of your claim.

​You pulled back just enough to crash your lips against his, your tongue forcing its way inside. Instead of fighting for control, Hamza’s tongue tangled with yours, yielding completely to you. You bit his lower lip hard enough to draw the warm taste of blood, sucking the drop away before he could gasp for air.

​Your nails dug into his shoulders as your pace turned frantic. Beneath you, Hamza's hips bucked upward, slamming against yours as he tried to chase your rhythm. He was entirely out of his mind, his body tensing under the onslaught. You noticed him staring straight at your breasts, watching the way they moved up and down with your wild pace as you rode him.

​With mercy, you guided his rough hands straight to your breasts. Hamza didn’t need an invitation. His large fingers started fondling your skin with a desperation that matched your stride.

​"Ya Khuda... Begum, aap jaan le lengi aaj," he choked out, throwing his head back into the pillows. His beard pointed to the ceiling as he fought for air.

​You gripped his messy hair, tugging sharply to force his eyes back to yours. "Look at me, Hamza," you whispered, your lower lip grazing his rough mustache. "Bataiye, kiska kabza hai aap par?"

​"Aapka... sirf aapka, meri jaan," he rasped. His voice trembled as his hips bucked up, desperately chasing the friction.

​Then, everything became a blur of heat and tangled limbs. With one final, deep grind, your body tightened around him. Hamza’s entire body went stiff beneath you. He let out a low groan, arching off the bed as he poured himself into you. The heat forced a helpless moan from your lips. You arched your spine, throwing your head back as you gripped his chest tightly, your nails digging in and leaving his skin raw and red.

​The silence of the suite rushed back in, heavy and warm, broken only by your ragged breathing. You collapsed against him, resting your cheek on his chest as your fingers tangled in his dark hair.

​"Agar mujhe pata hota ki underworld ke sabse khatarnak aadmi ko handle karna itna aasaan hai, toh main kabka aapse nikah kar leti," you teased softly, pressing a kiss against the fresh bite mark on his collarbone.

​A low rumble started in his chest, breaking into a quiet laugh. He shifted, burying his face in your neck and pressing a firm kiss against your pulse point.

​"Yeh khulasa sirf aapke liye hai, Begum. Baahar ki duniya ke liye Hamza Ali Mazari wahi khatarnak aadmi hi rahega," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his arm tightened around your waist. "Par is kamre mein... main hamesha aapke aage ghutne tekunga."

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You watched around the dark room, the only light being the one that entered through the edges of the door dimly lightening up the room, your eyes adjusted to the gray and the tears that haven't stopped flowing. The room though it looked abandoned it offered a comfortable double bed and another door that you were sure was the bathroom, rest of it were just empty shelves and thing that did not have any use anymore cluttered in a corner or in between the way to the bed, a broken lamp, old newspapers bundles and what not. 

You looked back at the torn off cloth in your hand, it was the first time in 15 years when your ‘father’ had chosen out something for you to gift, or given you a gift at all and possibly the last memory you would have had of him and now even that was torn, the short lived fate of the luxury reminded you very much of your own pity. And once again your fate has been decided from a man who found glory in revenge regardless of the ruination that followed, your ‘father’ only cared for his pride, his possession as he killed your abbu jaan and the same way Uzair had ended a life as if any of them were innocent in this game and the constant hoarder of their pain becoming you. 

Who were they? and were you any less deserving of life than them, who are these people and why do they get to decide where your life landed up next. You weren't going to take this quietly for once .

You refused to use the bed, and sleep didn't came and when it did you don't remember, the room in light looked worse when you realised the clutter wasn't clutter at all, it was all liven in things, the 8th grade books, a wearing off bat in the corner, inflated footballs just memories of life that didn't exist anymore

The door creeped open a inch, “ Uth gayi?” Followed by a raspy voice you didn't recognize. You put your hand at your chest walking slow to the opening, peeking out to see a burly tanned man, his hair so lucious it put yours to shame. “Mhm” You nodded mumbling, “ Yeh kapde pehen lo uske baad Uzair bhai tumse baat karne aayenge”

It was an old faded out kurta but you did not  have the privilege of choice right now so you pulled down whatever shabby cloth they had given you over your body, you honestly did not know what to expect of them what you knew was that by chance you had escaped the worst case scenario of becoming a toy but you still couldn’t be sure and let your guard down so quick. 

You followed him to wherever he led, watching the pale beige of the walls paired  with the beautiful antiques of the house, it wasn't the modern luxurious houses you were used to seeing in your area this was a regal  property where every furniture and design was a quiet opulence, the sunlight dangled so prettily from the stained glass arch, the canvas for its kaleidoscope being the wall just opposite to it. You have admired it for so long you did not realise when you had forgotten to look forward until you had bumped with a sofa. 

You sat down quietly forced to fiddle your eyes around the house now that the man in front of you had decided not to disclose anything further to you, forced to watch a house that felt more like home than you ever had in the 15 years you spent in your ‘father’s’ house, each photo hung up on the wall made you pause and see the liveliness through it, made you wonder what stories it had to tell before nothing remained. Yes the sofa cover was wearing out slightly, the side of coffee table scratched and the top left with indentations of the tea that trickled to the bottom of the cup, it felt strange to be so close to it the same way you had felt about the left behind belongings from your room it was strangely intimate to watch things yearn for their owners once they had left.

The door from the other side opened loudly followed by three burly men now standing around you,

“ Aslam ke baaki log kaha hai?”

Asked the green eyed man, you wanted to reply back and give them back the firm answer you had - You did not know, your father who couldn't even share glances with you let alone share his secrets like that was almost comical to hear. The memory of the wound etched into his head made you flinch involuntarily, clutching at the salwar, the blood shed you saw when he dragged you out, how it pooled at the floor carrying out to the door step of your house, then why were you spared? The last thing you heard there were his men panicking about how he should not have killed Aslam there because it meant incomplete information. 

You were only alive right now, because they believed you knew the things that they weren't able to extract from him so you had to play along. Putting on faces wasn't an anomaly to you so you did as you sought 

“Mujhe nahi pata” You said naively enough to make yourself look guilty, the lighter clicked loudly through the tense atmosphere, your eyes were to shoot up before you forced them to relax and look up and slow because you already knew who it was going to be. Uzair stood leaned up against the wall watching you from his peripheral vision, his mood, expression unchanged from it was last night.

“ Lyari task force ka office kaha hai?” 

“ Mujhe nahi pata”

You repeated back more stubbornly holding up the perfect spoiled brat personality that you have never lived  

The same question repeated for two days, stuck in your head in a loop- how many men were involved? Where is the office? Who funded the operation? Where is the rest of your family? Were there any politicians involved and with how oblivious your answer got the more the privilege of food was taken away and reduced to a sookhi roti by day three. And by three you were acquainted with the names of the men who interrogated you- Hamza, Dhonga, Siyahi, Yusuf. You only cared for these names because they were the one most closely associated with Uzair, and you tried your best to slip in a normal conversation in between which they almost always allowed and the second conversation got lighter Uzair left and so did his burning stare.

That night he watched you shivering on the floor, with your beloved gift ripped with his very hand in the depth of the dark you could still decipher the strange hunger he watched your face with and how you could still feel it linger in the way he watched you from the sidelines, and has not spoken to you not until now.

You remember being 13 and watching him with starry eyes on the tv while your ‘father’ cursed out loud about Rehman, when you couldn't find the relief of sleep at night you sat alongside Aslam watching the boring new and to you even the pixelated Uzair on the screen was a delight, had you kicking your feet more than your favourite actor ever did, you remember being 16 catching just a glimpse of him passing by, fast enough you couldn't see his face that disappeared into corner of the road but that presence remained with you for long before you had your first boyfriend.

Rihaan became your escape from the world, a sweet smart boy who helped you with academics, late evening study session that turned into something else entirely and you were in love you swore you were but you hid yourself from him at times, never let him into the reality of your house but the way your whole days went without a call from your ‘father’ should have spoken enough for him. You had given him your every firsts, your first kiss, your first night, your first love and being with him was not a problem usually because its not like anyone cared enough to check upon where and who you were roaming with. 

Two years passed in the perfect teenage fantasy before life had a purpose for him, he needed to study further and well you- how could you tell him your father simply did not care for what you have achieved and soon he was away, you promised each other you would stay in touch but the eventual drift was heartbreaking but eventually the truth you had to accept when you rung up his phone ten times and he did not picked up. The small chapter closed but it blew wind to the feelings that you had buried back two years ago dismissing it as a childish infatuation with a thing you were specifically taught to stay away from. 

The day you were crying quietly in the corner of a crowded street, watching the blurred vision of the phone in front of you watching it go off again and again, it was one of those days when you could not act like you accepted the reality  of your first love leaving you, to Uzair you were just a crying girl on the road that he thrown- offered his handkerchief to and disappear back into the world he belonged to.

It became a routine for you now, staring out of the bounded window of the jhaali  had you squinting your eyes at first till you became detached watching the vehicles pass by mindlessly with the bedim view of outside with the criss cross patterns in front of your eyes . You had even started to recognise their footsteps fueled by your instinct to survive.

 Today was no different, the door swung open revealing Donga, Hamza,Siyahi and Yusuf 

“Ye iska roz ka ho gaya hai ab. Kuch bolti nahi. Bhai kyu bhejte hai kya pata. Sirf vakt barbaad karti hai,” Donga said to the others, exasperation evident in his expression 

“Agar ladka hoti toh maar kar sab bulwa lete. Par vo bhi nahi kar sakte,” Hamza added his voice reeking with desperation to extract information from you and at times it was hard for him to watch what Uzair was becoming into

“Lekin isse hum muft me kitne din aur rakhenge? Paalne ke liye thodi laaye hai isse” Yusuf added, making all of them nod in exasperation . “ Kuch kaam karwate hai, ameer ghar ki ladki hai jyada din nahi jhel paayi  khud thak kar sab bata degi,” Yusuf suggested the softest torture method they ever had to come up with.

But these people weren't your friends and the words from their mouth did not particularly meant the same as they did for you

“Oh madam, kaam kya kar leti ho tum?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment and dread wash over you because how could you tell them that you had never worked a day in your life and what if they made you do disgusting stuff for them? It was a game of pride you had known that with the time spent with your ‘father’ and whats more humiliating than taking away what's considered your dignity in the society, and lose all autonomy to this men, after all how would they know all the hurt in a house full of men 

(oh baby you dont know) 

That’s all you could hear in your head and suddenly wished Uzair had killed you too after he had killed your ‘father’ without a speck of emotion on his face 

Donga repeated his question, voice a tad bit higher, at the same time Uzair entered finding himself to be perched cooly against one of the corners watching you with same coldness that ensued everyday 

“Mene kuch puchha?! Kya kaam kar leti ho?”

“Vo bas…paani ubalne aata hai” You whispered  

“ Aur khaane mei kya banana aata hai?” 

“Noodles bana leti ..ho bas ek baar jalaya tha” 

“ VAAH ubalte hue paani mei noodles daalna hai tumhare liye khaana banana? Aur usmien bhi tumne jala diya???” The absurdity toned down the atmosphere of the room making the men break into smiles they knew were not appropriate in the situation

Uzair breathed too hard for too long, running his hands up his hair, messing it up the heave of his chest growing tighter and faster when the laugh continued 

“MAZAAK LAGTA HAI TUJHE YEH SAB?!”

The venom in his voice made you flinch, making every breath feel like a task. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face inches away from your own, he reeked of alcohol, intensifying your terror for you were unaware of his next move 

His hand dug into the line of your jaw, his thumb finding place at the side of your mouth from the way it engulfed the whole curve of your face,

 “ Muh khol kuch puch raha hoon kuch tujhse” 

You whimpered your eyes going teary with how harshly he was holding you 

(gandu Uzair) 

 “ Bol, tera baap toh bahut bolta tha” 

He snarled in your face and no matter how hard you tried to play it cool you were scared, nothing could foretell what was going to happen to you if you continued to live with them ,continued to act this way and above all you were all alone. His roughness made you feel your heart was  in your mouth but the proximity tingled down your spine, the warmth of his coarse hand spreading throughout your body, to the flush of your cheeks that you were glad you could hide in the guise of tears and the perilous heat that settled heavy between your legs.

He pulled back standing up straight with his grip everchanging on your face. Were you to posit this pull at the sight of his furrowed dense eyebrows and the ways his eyes watched down you, how he didn't put the effort to lean in to you to face letting his eyes do the work effortlessly and the way you could sense his thumb inching closer at times to the side of your mouth, it felt intimate the violence the hate from both of you mixing dangerously with an unsaid feeling that men and women like you weren't supposed to have given the situation this tension was born from him.

He is your father’s murderer and in his eyes you were just as guilty as your father to snatch his second chance to live, to destroy what was never his in the first place and after years of the life he spent under Rehman’s shelter and shadow he was once again the boy who had lost both his parents in front of his eyes and watched helplessly but only this time he wasn't helpless, he could have saved Rehman one changed decision and his brother would have been alive, and this house wouldn't have felt so haunting. 

He tried to watch you with the same loathe but unwillingly the sight of you standing there in the crowd while he decided Arshad’s fate crept in and how genuinely innocent and blameless you looked staring at him with nothing but terror and how your fear reduced to a fraction when his eyes met yours, he did not know that he was capable of such softness anymore when all that stirred in his heart was pain and abhorrence.

“Bol” he said coldly, squeezing your jaw tighter to muffle the thoughts in his head from the impact your lips parted. Both of you paused, eyes meeting to convey the same feeling of restlessness. You let him do as pleased, watching the rough pad of his thumb brush again at the side of your mouth to trace the edge of your lips, you shivered blinking up at him.

His body fought to stand still at the feel of the moisture from your tender lips that he admired from afar in the dead of the night, without further intel from his consciousness his thumb slipped into your mouth pressing at your tongue. The agitation of the softness, the velvety bumps of your tongue along with your salvia sticking to his skin that gave him a pleasure so depraved, and the hot breath that surrounded his skin added fuel to the fire. He did not say anything but the side of his mouth twitched his jaw tightening to keep in the low groan that threatened to leak out at the idea of that warm mouth to wrap around his cock, all the sense that he disappeared into thin air.

He dragged his slick finger back out smearing your own fluid past your lips, pushing down the plump bottom lip till it touched back at your skin before thrusting his thumb back in, your eyes rolled back for a second lips going to purse around the salty foreign object in your mouth, the heat between your legs elapsing all at the same point to the small bud that ached painfully. You wanted to bob your head show him how good you will be

Hamza choked out loud turning away, Uzair pulled away abruptly muttering curses under his breath 

There was a significant change in your daily activities now, from sitting by the window to doing all the housework . It was obviously not a pleasant change. Most changes are not pleasant. The first few days went terrible, constant criticism and yelling for not doing the work properly. Over the course of a few weeks you thought you had mastered it but it was completely opposite to Uzair’s opinion. 

He chided you daily, barged in your room when he saw fit and asked you questions about your ‘father.’

All of this had started to drain you emotionally as well as physically, your eyes had begun to look sunken, your cheeks slightly hollow, the suppleness long gone, you had forgotten how the warm rays of the sun felt on your skin when you stepped outside, you were confined with no means of escape.

After your finger tips had wrinkled from wringing out the wet cloth to used to sweep the floor for the third time now, you plopped down exhausted on the floor. Your dupatta starting from your shoulder ending tied at the side of your waist leaned up againt the water bucket on the floor. Aslam house didn't withold any pity for you and your loneliness but you atleast lived the life of luxury, and your abbu jaan never even let you eat with your own hands whenever he was home, feeding you dinner in his lap while you talked about your daughter, he didn't want the dirt of the society touch his innocent child, didn't want the means she was born of become a bane of her existence but it did. 

You wondered if he saw you like this what would he think? 

“ Kaam karne bola hai ya sone bola hai?” Uzair voice carried through the courtyard bursting your small bubble of thoughts, 

“ Kaam karliya maine ” you whispered politely

“ Isko saaf kehte hai? Puri gandgi dikh rahi hai abhi bhi” You both knew that wasn't the truth and somehow that made it more frustrating. 

Three times you have run the cloth across the floor over this massive acres of land and he is asking you to do it all over again?  Barely hold back your vexation you replied through gritted teeth

“ Aapki aankhien kamzoor hogi meri nahi” 

It was rude, you weren't supposed to say it but offending wasn't the first thing to catch at his face it was challenge turning the straight line of his lips downward.

“ Theek hai fir ya toh mera kamra saaf kardo ya fir firse pura farsh saaf kar” 

His room fell straight in your vision from the room were kept captive in ,on the very opposite end but still visible and you were aware of the dishonourable state of his room today, with the clothes thrown out and heaping on the floor, and how the bedsheets were discarded half off the bed. The task wasn't to clean the room it was to withstand his gaze as you worked, and no you did not want to be in his room and work around in the stuff air of everything being his, did not want to want to see all of life pushed up at photos on shelves and see him as an human, be in the space he sprawled in every night it was all just too intimate. But a challenge was a challenge and you yourself had not felt that spark to prove yourself in three years now and Uzair aggravated the emotion at how hate was not the only thing you felt when you looked at him.

“ Thee hai mai aapka kamra saaf karungi” You dragged yourself up and into his room, you forced yourself to focus your eyes ahead and keep them only and only on the pile of clothes to avoid being swayed the intoxicating smell of him that flooded the room, that felt your bones feel al little too weaker. 

You posed yourself carefully making your cleavage spilled out as you worked that you bent over one to many times for himself to keep his face straight, if he was going to torture you with his ravenous eyes you were going to put him through the same suffering of the sight he cant, cant touch.

He grabbed you by the arm, “Apne kamre mei jaa” He shoved you out of the room breathing heavily shutting the door close with a loud bang but even after you could feel the tremor of his hands from outside the door 

On the same day in the evening when Uzair and his men had decided to bother you (again) to ask you questions about your ‘fathers’ doings using words and names of people you had never heard in the entirety of your existence. Your fury had reached its crest, all of it overwhelmed you, the constant condemnation despite your best efforts and to top it all of the questioning irritated you to infinite ends. In the heat of the moment your bursted,

“Kya hai ye roz ka?! Ye admi kaun hai! Isse kabhi dekha kya?! Ye kaha hai?! Vo kaha hai! Mera baap kya karta tha?! Ja ye kaam! Ja vo jakar bana! Thak gayi hu me! Khuda ke liye mujhe baksh do!! Saans nahi li jaati mujhse yaha”

Uzair did not counter back he just repeat the same question that you had heard so many times by now it made your fist clench

“ Task force ka office kaha hai?”

“ MUJHE NAHI PATA! AUR PATA HOTA BHI TOH MAI AAPKO NAHI BATATI!!” You shouted the frustation getting at the last of your nerves and patience.

You regretted these words the second they came out of your mouth when Uzair ordered all his men to leave the rooms and stood up the movement so absolute it sent shivers down your spine. You watched around the room for mercy from everyone inside the room but they all avoided your eyes “ Rehne do Uzair bhai koi baat nahi bacchi hai” Dhonga tried to reason with him ,but he dismissed them all out of with nothing but quietness

 The door closed behind them leaving you stranded with him you took hurried steps back watching the sudden aggressiveness show through him as his veins pulled taut the scuttled movement send you stumbling back, your head hitting the bed frame as your body slid back against the wood , you winced in pain but you knew what was coming your way was far worse. 

“ Tameez se jawab de de varna mujhe aur bhi tareeke pata hai”

Uzair added coldly, crouching down on the floor, his eyes boring into your soul as he folded the sleeves of his pathani suit, you gulped for you were sure that you had finally broken what little dignity he was holding himself up to; to at least not raise his hand at a woman. His hand grabbed at your jaw it was the same familiar movement only the amit of that day was gone replaced with the harshness of a man who had been driven heinous from his grief “ Bol kya pata hai tujhe” “ Mujhe sach mei kuch nahi pata please” Your whimpered plea was cut off as his grip tightened .  You saw him raise his other hand in a slap which made your primordially flinch and close your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips. 

Aslam had slapped you once when you made the mistake of touching the photo frame of your mother and breaking it into pieces, he moved in instinct his hand connecting with your tiny cheek in a harsh blow that knocked a baby tooth out of your mouth, that was the first and the last time but it had stayed with you for years, the terror into your heart.

The feel of his heavy hand striking your flesh never came only the delicate brush of his finger as he swept the stray wave out of your face, the hand on your jaw falling to his side as he dawdled trailing his finger tips to the corner of your eyes where the tears formed, you had forgotten how to breathe, how to get your eyes to open again and if you would ever be able to handle that softness that must be on his face right now. 

He hand travelled from the arch of your cheek to the back of your head, you felt the shift and the warmth of his body close- he was pulling you into his chest.

You remained stuck in place, feeling your own face as a stranger as it settled into hard plane of his chest, his lips touched at the top of you heard but the action so gentle it got passed and disappeared into the air before you could even be sure if what you felt was correct but the feeling of beating heart made you believe in it.

“Sorry” he whispered without any explanation leaving you with a departure that felt like breaking into pieces.

For the whole evening you did not see him, your eyes unwillingly glancing again and again the closed off door to his bedroom, you heard the sound of the skidding car outside the haveli and Uzair fuming as he strided back into his house. 

You wondered if that gloominess was directed at you again but he went straight to his room ignoring Hamza tired sighs, you heard the clatter of things being knocked over as he desperately searched for something and then it went quiet all of a sudden, curiously you turned your head 

He spread out the white power at the table in a thin line, he took a second staring down at the mess he had created himself before pressing on finger at the side of his nose leaning in to snort in the line, he huffed up falling back into couch, barely breathing his eyes wild but you also saw the tears glistening them, you tried not to care, tried to shut off the the visual of his pain with wood that would conceal, but you could not bring yourself to, instead keeping the door open by a few inches.

The moon had been up in the sky for hours now, the usual silence of the night taking over. It was late even for the gangster whose work began in the dark leaving behind haveli empty and solace.Uzair watched you from the narrow opening of your door, though exhausted from work sleep never come easy and it never had since you were 6, the fear of what will cross your mind next when you closed your eyes scared you, tired you with how the visuals of the death remained still fresh in your heart.

You reached your hand back at the dori of the kurta, unfastening the fabric to get ready for bed. His large hand hauled you back crushing his chest at your back. You cried out loud, your body locking in place from how unexpected it was, his breath grazing at the side of your neck in heavy desperate pants. Fuck he was sniffing your neck, “ Kya kare ho choro mujhe” In another second he had gotten a hold of your face and is smashing his lips against yours.

You squirmed but it dont move him an inch as he sucked your lips in his hands going to tangle at the back of your hair. Ravelling in the soft waves he softened his kiss a fraction not crushing but punishing your tenderness with his controlled but still extremely hungry movement as he tilted his head to soak in the feel of you that had been calling for him for too long now, he kissed till he felt you let go of the stiffness and until it finally registered  what he was doing. 

His beard scratched gently at your face but that was nothing to what was happening, why was he kissing you right now? And why you found no fight left in yourself right now standing still to endure the assault of your lips, your knees faltering for a second before he steadied you snaking his muscular arm around your waist keeping you in arrest. And in the trance of the moment you moved your lips back with him in the same feverish rhythm of neediness and craze 

“ Teri vajah se meri jindagi kuch nahi bacha” 

He grunted, pulling his head back only to dip it the crook of your neck leaving aggressively bright purple spots on your skin, you moaned breathlessly, head falling back to give more of yourself as he put the blame of his brother’s death on you; what a sick verdict. 

The coarse beard didn't just touched against the skin now it scraped at the delicate skin that he would have killed to touch, his movements scampered as if the soft feel of your body would disappear and the warm summer scent of you would evaporate into the thin air before he could truly worship it, he drew a dangerous path down the slope of your neck to your collarbone, his hands pulling down the kurta off your shoulder and descending his hungry lips at the parts of you that he hadn't seen it, he didn't went in first watching the soft curve with his dazed, tracing the shape under his fingerprints to feel if it was real before deciding to marr them with his possessiveness.

You had been quivering to a feeling you weren't a stranger but with Uzair it was different, you felt your heart thrum ten times stronger and all with thoughts that were almost a sin considering what you both were to each other.

“ Magar fir yeh sukoon bhi sirf tujh mei hi hai” he continued, his tone gravely which sounded more like defeat than it did like hunger. Gosh you were supposed to be upset, he had done everything wrong from barging into your room in the middle of the night to forcing his lips on yours, everything wrong but you still tangled your finger in his dark thick waves yanking his head back to seal both of your lips together,this time doing it yourself. 

A raw whimper cut out straight from his throat as he felt you move, finding it hard to hold himself back in the intoxication, his hand fisting into the fabric of the cheap cotton of the clothes he had made you wear. He traced the flimsy wet seam of your lips in a silent behest that broke the last of sense in your brain, it was Uzair who was inebriated he had an excuse what did you have? You just said in your head that he was forcing this upon you as you parted yours lips with utmost despair to feel his tongue slide into your mouth.

You almost fell back when his tongue mingled with yours , you couldnt feel what breathe was yours and what was his feeling all the same and one in the movement, moving in rapid circles together as you both drowned in each other's taste. His heat pooled at his stomach the drugs from before had made it more sensitive, he was aroused and erect from the second he saw you the narrow space looking at yourself in the mirror, watching your fingers pull open the knot and expose the span of your back that he so sullenly wanted to feel, and the warmth of your mouth was the same as he imagined, so were the tremors that shook your whole and the soft voice that hymned his name in between the exchange, kissing for so long that saliave dripped down the side of your mouth. 

Deliriously you raised one leg resting it at his hips in an urge to soothe the burgeoning heat that made you walls suck around absolutely nothing, only to be met by the silhouette of his hard cock through the clothes. 

With another half whine, half groan he threw you onto the mattress. Before you could root yourself back in place and reality he had already spread your legs wide, twisting your limbs as he placed and crashed  his hips into yours. You gasped at how intently his bulge pressed against your covered cunt, throbbing so hard you felt it twitch as if it was alive, “ Uzair stop it” you hissed in an attempt to bite back the moan as he started grinding, his voice growing rugged, “ Meri hai tu sirf meri” 

The dripping precum dampened the fabric to both of your clothes and the wet sensation hitting you stronger than ever. As your back arched, legs fighting to close but with him a huge boulder - him. “ Uzair” You pleaded and whined but the rhythm didn't stop, the friction crumbling you into deceitful bliss. The hard head poked at your stomach almost, slapping against your belly button with each thrust your eyes were starting to give out when it all halted and he fell upon you with all his weight.

He fell asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck like a grumpy cat who was caught off guard.

a/n- sorry for the edging ya all </3 but hehehe, also please nobody come for my boi for torturing her what else was he supposed to do lol.comment to be added or removed from the tag list!!

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