Sincerely Emme Kay (20+)

Iqbal never liked cats, he was always more of a dog person, and so the both of you had adopted a dog. Even though he would never admit it, the dog was his entire world after you ofcourse. You had named her Pyaari.

He was at first quite skeptical, but when he realised you needed a companion he agreed immediately. Pyaari secretly loved him more than you, though he would never dare admit that in front of you. It was obviously because he would very covertly feed her during meals.

Did you know what was happening under the table? Yes, ofcourse you did. He might be an officer but you knew him a little too well. Some would even find it scary how well you knew him but you didn't care.

You knew exactly what was happening during every meal, nothing would miss your sharp eyes, but you never told him that. It would hurt his feelings, he thought he was being sly, but sometimes letting men think they had the upper hand is the best thing a wife can do.

One day you found a stray cat, you didn't even think twice before picking it up and getting it home. Only when you were feeding it milk did it strike you that Iqbal doesn't like cats.

Pyaari on the other hand was always so gentle and she immediately got along with the little kitten. But now you didn't know how to break the news to your husband. Would he get mad. How mad would he get?

He was not allergic to cats, you were sure of that, so now all you had to do, was pray that he takes this news in a nice way.

The safest place was your library that he had built for you. He rarely went there, he had his own in his office. So you quietly picked up some old pillows and and made a little bed for the kitten.

As the kitten was tired and it had slept off on the soft pillows.

The evening crept along and you actaully forgot about your new friend. Iqbal was back home and while the both of you were having dinner and watching a movie in your room, suddenly you heard a little "meow". You were froze.

Iqbal didn't move. He looked around and then at you "Did I hear that right? Was that a meow?" He said in a such a quiet voice that you almost tried to pretend you didn't hear him speak.

"I don't know what you are talking about, I think you're growing a little old, maybe you should get your ears checked. That was definitely a door creaking" you knew you were not getting away with it, so making fun of his age was all you could come up with. Great y/n what a wise move. He definitely won't doubt you now.

His boisterous laughter shook you from your thoughts. "OLD? Me? I can still outrun you babe." he gave you a quick peck on your cheeks "where did you hide the kitten, I'm a major after all, not yet retired, and I have a few good years left. You can't hide anything from me. Guide the way love"

With a defeated sigh you took him to the library. But the kitten was no where to be found. Panicking you looked at him "Iqbal, it's not here anymore please help me find it, I think it was hungry and it ran away, use your special senses and find it for me. I really want to keep it, I think I've grown a little too fond of it"

Seeing your distressed face and how pleadingly you looked up at him, he knew he had lost the battle. Who was he to deny you anything when you looked at him like that.

He went for a wild kitten chase and none of you would have ever guessed…It was sleeping on both your bed, and on HIS side. It looked so cute and fragile. His heart melted.

As he saw you lift it up in your arms and feed it milk he knew if anything ever harmed the both of you they would have to face the worse death ever. He was thinking of all ways he would kill them, lost in his thoughts, when suddenly the kitten very gently started rubbing himself against his legs and purring.

Iqbal was too stunned to speak. What was happening to him, first a woman had changed him, then a dog and now this kitten. He was definitely not prepared his and your kid.

He didn't know how he would cope with the 4 of you. If you ever wanted a child in the future that is.

The thought made him shiver. This is not the life he had planned. He was never supposed to the good guy who gets a happy endingbut here was God with his other plans.

He scoffed and shook his head while finally picking the kitten up. Seeing your bright smile as you watched them both, he didnt know what God had in store for his future but he knew as long he had you and your pets life sure was worth living.

Okay, okay how did you guys like it? Any spelling mistakes? Any grammatical errors? Anything??? Let me know your thoughts on this. Oh and also I dedicate this to my wife, my muse, my cheerleader @twinblueflamee . I love you so much. You know that 😭❤️ I’ve said it a million times now. Thank you for always encouraging me. Mwahhhh. Okay let me know if I should write more fics, I’m planning on writing an Uzair one. Let me know YOUR THOUGHTSSSS. Okay bye.

The air on the terrace had turned liquid, heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the salt-musk of Uzair’s skin. As his hands moved over you, the memory of your anger felt like a distant, fading dream, replaced by a sensory overload that made your brain feel hazy and thick. His touch was unlike anything else—broad, rough-palmed, and vibrating with a restless power that seemed to sink directly into your bones. Every place he pressed his fingers felt like it was being branded, a slow-burn heat that started at the surface and coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach. You felt small in his arms, but not diminished; rather, you felt like a prized secret he was finally allowed to uncover.

​When his hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, the contrast of his cool, calloused fingertips against your feverish skin made you gasp into his mouth. It was a delicious sort of friction, a reminder of the man he was—a man of grit and iron—now softened by a desperate, aching reverence for you. You could feel the slight tremors in his muscles as he held himself back, his self-control straining against the leash of his own desire. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs, and as he shifted you further onto his lap, the hard, uncompromising reality of his need pressed firmly against your center, sending a jolt of electricity through your nerves that made your inner thighs ache with a sudden, hollow longing.

​"Meri jaan..." he groaned, the vibration of his voice rumbling deep in his chest and echoing into yours. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark as midnight and twice as dangerous, tracking the way your breath came in shallow, jagged hitches. He looked at your lips, swollen and reddened from his kisses, and then down at the column of your throat where your pulse was thrumming like a trapped bird. With a low growl of surrender, he buried his face in the curve of your neck, his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone with a slow, wet heat that made your eyes flutter shut.

​You arched into him, your fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as if you could climb inside his skin. The way he smelled—of expensive tobacco, rain-soaked earth, and pure, unadulterated man—was intoxicating, a drug you had spent the last few hours starving for. He began to move his hands with more purpose now, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your clothes, his breathing turning into a rhythmic, carnal huff against your skin. The terrace, the city of Lyari, the shattered glass of the afternoon—it all vanished. There was only the weight of him, the heat of him, and the terrifyingly beautiful way he was making you come undone, one touch at a time.

The transition from the cool night air to the sweltering heat of his bedroom was a blur of tangled limbs and breathless whispers. Uzair didn’t let your feet touch the ground; he carried you inside as if you were a sacred relic, his eyes never leaving yours, dark with a hunger that was now tempered by a devastating focus. He laid you back against the heavy silk of his sheets, the contrast of the cool fabric against your heated skin making you shiver.

​But the chill didn't last. Uzair moved with a deliberate, slow-burning intent that felt more intense than any of his previous outbursts. He knelt between your legs, his large hands sliding up your thighs, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin there with a pressure that made your breath hitch. You watched him, your head falling back against the pillows, your fingers clutching the sheets.

​The first touch of his tongue against your soaked underwear was a revelation—a wet, searing heat that made your entire body bolt. You let out a broken cry, your hips arching instinctively toward him. He didn't rush. He was methodical, his broad hands pinning your knees back to expose you fully to his gaze and his touch. He looked at you then, a predatory but worshipful glint in his eyes, before burying his face between your thighs again, pulling away the soft fabric of your underwear with his teeth.

​The sensation was overwhelming.

It was the friction of his stubble against your inner thighs and the rhythmic, expert flick of his tongue over your touch starved clit that sent waves of honeyed heat crashing through your pussy

. You felt every muscle inside you tightening, your toes curling as he moaned against your clit, swirling and suckling until your vision blurred into sparks of white light.

​"Uzair... please~..." you sobbed, your hands finding his hair, alternating between pushing him away and pulling him closer into your wet pussy as the tension in your lower belly coiled into a tight, screaming knot.

​He groaned against you, a low, vibrating sound of satisfaction. He was drinking in your moans, fueling his own fire with the sound of your undoing. He loved the way you tasted, the way your wet folds drenched his face in your juices.

He increased the pace, his fingers joining in to lightly spread your lips apart, pushing his tongue inside you with ease. He thrusted his tongue into your deep pulsing pussy until you were trembling from head to toe. The world narrowed down to the point where his lips met your skin—a primal, exquisite reclamation that left you breathless, shattered, and utterly his.

The room was sweltering, the air thick with the scent of sex and the heavy, intoxicating musk of Uzair’s skin. He was a force of nature between your legs, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world as he focused on your pleasure with a singular, primal intensity.

Your breath came in ragged, uneven hitches as you looked down at him, seeing him truly humbled at your feet, his dark hair messy and his jaw tight with his own restrained need.

​"Uzair, look at me..~" you whimpered, your voice thick and syrupy with arousal. Your hands flew to your own thighs, your fingers digging into your skin, pulling your pussy open wider for him, inviting him into the deepest parts of you.

"Look at what you're doing to me... look at how much I want you..~"

​He growled, a low, vibration that hummed against your sensitive skin, and he looked up. His eyes were hooded, dark with a mix of worship and raw, unadulterated lust. He didn't stop, his tongue swiping in a long, wet stroke from your enterance back to your clit that made your hips buck off the mattress.

​"Tum sirf meri ho..." he rasped against your wet skin, his voice a gravelly command that sent a fresh jolt of electricity through your pussy. "Every inch of you... every sound you make... it’s mine. Tell me you’re mine..!"

​"I'm yours!" you sobbed, your head thrashing against the silk pillows as the tension in your pussy coiled into a screaming, white-hot knot. "I’m yours, Uzair... ! please, don't stop... right there, Haq hai tumhara, just take it...!"

​Your begging for him made him loose his mind.

He became more aggressive, his hands sliding under your ass to lift you higher, tilting your pelvis so he could drink you in. He began to suckle your clit with a rhythmic, bruising pressure that made you cry out his name in a desperate litany. You felt the muscles in your legs shaking, your fingers clenching so hard your knuckles turned white.

​"You like it when I take what's mine?~" he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your pussy just before his tongue flicked back into action against you with a frantic, expert pace. "You like knowing that im on my knees for you?~"

​The build-up was agonizingly beautiful. You were on the sheer precipice of a cliff, the world falling away until there was nothing but the wet heat of his mouth and the possessive weight of his hands all over your pussy. Your vision began to fracture into sparks of light, and your voice broke into a series of incoherent, high-pitched moans as the first wave of the release hit you—a shattering, violent pulse of pleasure that made your entire body go rigid.

,,Oh fuck! Fuck Uzair!~"

You cried out as you layed there, your body still vibrating from the first wave of release, but Uzair didnt pull away. Instead, he seemed to thrive on your tremors, his large, calloused hands tightening their grip on your ass anchoring you against his face.

​"I didn't tell you to stop...keep cumming Jaan~" he rumbled against your inner thigh, his voice a dark, vibrating command that send a fresh shiver straight to your core as he licked over the skin, then bit the soft skin between your thighs to mark you as his.

​He didn't give you a single second to recover, once your thighs were a map of his kisses and purple bruised claims, before the first wave of your orgasm had even fully receded, his tongue was back on your clit, more insistent and rhythmic than before.

He was relentless, a man possessed by the need to prove his devotion through your total undoing. Your hands, still trembling and weak, found the thick silk of his hair again, your nails scratching against his scalp as he drove you right back up toward the peak. The second climax came faster—a sharper, more frantic explosion that had you arching so high your back didnt touch the mattress, your voice catching in a broken, rhythmic sob that echoed off the walls of the fortress.

​"Uzair... please, I can't... I’m too sensitive..!" you gasped, your legs shaking uncontrollably against his shoulders.

​"You can..you will~" he counterd, pulling back just enough to look at you. His face was flushed, his dark eyes hooded and burning with a hunger that borders on the predatory. "I want you so fucking spent that you can't remember your own name... I want the only thing left in your head to be me, my name on your lips, my tongue on your clit, my cock deep inside your wet pussy.."

​He shifts his weight, replacing the wet heat of his mouth with his fingers. He is methodical, sliding two fingers deep inside your wet pussy while his thumb finds that swollen, jumpicing clit with expert precision.

He began to fingerfuck you, deeply, in a devastatingly fast pace, his other hand reaching up to pin your wrists firmly above your head, locking you into the sensation and leaving you completely exposed.

​"Tell me..~" he hissed, leaning down until his lips are mere centimeters from yours, his breath hot and his lips glistening in your juices. "Tell me who owns your pussy.. Tell me who has the right to make you scream like this~"

​"You... only you!" you cried out, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow as you succumb to the friction he’s creating.

​The third climax hits you like a physical blow—a long, rolling tide of pleasure that feels like it’s pulling the very soul out of your body. Your pussy clamped down on his fingers in a desperate, pulsing rhythm, and you felt your vision go dark at the edges.

You were floating, untethered, anchored only by the heavy, crushing weight of the man who refuses to let you go. He watched every flicker of pleasure across your pretty, tear dtained face with a terrifyingly focused pride, waiting until you are limp and sobbing for breath before he finally reached for his belt. The sharp, metallic clink of the buckle is the only sound in the quiet room—a final, heavy promise of what’s coming next.

As you layed there, limp and glowing from how hard he made you cum, he surged upward, his heavy chest pinning you into the silk pillows. He caught your mouth in a kiss that like your juices, sweet and hot, and a raw, territorial triumph. It was deep, messy, and urgent—the kind of kiss that happens when two people have spent hours tearing each other apart and finally find their way back together.

​"You’re intoxicating.." he growled into the hollow of your throat, his voice a jagged rasp that sent a fresh shiver of pure sexual desire down your spine. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, dilated, and swimming with a terrifyingly beautiful obsession. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of you that still lingered there. "I could live on you. I could stay right here, between your fucking legs, and never need the sun to rise again...Tumhara zaiqa meri rooh mein bas gaya hai.."

​His hands, still slick from before, found your waist, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled your body flush against his. The contrast was staggering—his rough, scarred skin against velvet smoothness, the heat radiating off him in literal waves. He began to trail wet, biting kisses back up to your breasts, his beard grazing your sensitive skin until you were squirming beneath him again.

​"Do you know what you do to me?" he hissed, his breath hot against your nipple before he licked over it, then took it into his mouth, suckling with a bruising, needy pressure. "I spent all night wanting to break things because I couldn't have this.. Because I thought I’d never taste you like this again. You’re so sweet, so perfect... it’s a sin how good you taste for a man like me..."

​He moved back up to your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe as his hand slid down, checking the ruinous state he’d left you in. Finding your Pussy still drenched and pulsing, he let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through both their bodies.

​"Look at you.." he whispered, his thumb circling your jumping clit once more, making your hips buck instinctively. "Still so wet for me..Still wanting more.. You’re a little addict for my touch, aren't you, Jaan? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it~"

​He didn't wait for an answer, his mouth crashing back onto yours as he ground his hips against you, the heavy, rigid length of his cock through his trousers teasing you.

The air in the room was suffocating, thick with the scent of their shared sweat and the raw, unbridled passion of two people who had looked into the abyss of losing each other and decided to burn the world down instead.

The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, the air so charged it felt like a physical weight pressing down on your lungs. Uzair pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing heavy and ragged, his eyes tracking the way your chest rose and fell in a frantic, uneven rhythm, your tits putting him into a trance. With a low, guttural growl, he sat back on his heels, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt with a savage impatience.

​He ripped the fabric open once he got too impatient, the buttons clicking as they strained against his strength, revealing the broad, scarred expanse of his chest. His skin was bronzed and slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made his muscles ripple like dark water under the dim lamp light. You watched, mesmerized, as he shrugged out of the shirt and moved to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle sounded like a final bell in the quiet of the fortress.

​When he finally shed the last of his clothes, he stood before you in his rawest, most lethal form. He was magnificent and terrifying—a man built of iron and obsession. He was already fully, agonizingly hard, his cock thick and pulsing, proving of how much he needed you.

The sight of him, so rigid and ready, sent a fresh spark of primal need through you that made your stomach flip.

​He didn't move immediately; he let you look, his dark eyes burning with a prideful, predatory heat as he watched the way your gaze traveled over his cock, He was a man who knew his power, but in this moment, that power was entirely focused on your pleasure.

​"Dekho mujhe.." he rasped, his voice vibrating with a primal need that made the hair on your arms stand up. "See what you do to me? See how much I’ve been starving? I’ve been burning for this since the second I saw you today. Every thought in my head has been about being inside you, marking you, reminding you that you're mine."

​He crawled back over you, his knees flanking your hips, his heavy weight a comforting, crushing promise. He leaned down, his hard, hot cock brushing against your inner thigh, before he stroked his tip against your wet folds, causing you to gasp. He had already spent so long preparing- he couldnt wait any longer.

He caught your hands, pinning them to the mattress beside your head, his face inches from yours.

​"I’m not going to be gentle.." he hissed, his lips grazing yours as he grinded his cock up and down your pussy "I want to feel every bit of you. I want you to feel every inch of me.. Taiyaar ho? ~"

He looked down at your flushed, nodding face, his fingers tightening around your wrists as he pinned them harder into the silk, his knuckles brushing the headboard. The dominant, territorial King of Lyari was back, but this time his aggression was channeled into a dark, focused eroticism.

​"Good girl..." he rasped, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvet register. "Fucking take it then.."

​He didn't push inside your pussy all the way. He pressed the hot, pre-cum dripping tip of his cock against your entrance, sliding it upward against your clit with a slow, agonizing friction once more before snapping his hips into yours, forcing his cock inside you halfway, keeping your hips pressed down with his own

​"Tell me how much you need it.." he commanded, his hips rolling in a slow, torturous circle that ground his weight and cock into you. "Beg me to fuck you the way you need it Habibi..."

​You whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to grind againsthim, but he held you back, teasing you.

​"Bolo, jaan... Tell me you want to be stretched out by my cock.. Tell me you want everyone in this building to hear exactly what Uzair Baloch does to his woman behind closed doors."

"Please..Uzair please fuck me..mark me as yours, fuck me- mark me from the inside-" You're voice was barely a whisper, leaking of need, of anticipation as your eyes were overflowing with tears of arousal.

​He leaned down, biting the sensitive cord of your neck just hard enough to leave a mark—a brand that would last for days. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else" he hissed against your skin. "I’m going to fill you up so deeply..im gonna fucking claim you forever"

​He started to pound inside you, each pump of his hot throbbing cock inside your clenching pussy making a loud, wet slapping sounds that echoed from the walls like a sinful prayer, your joined moans adding poetry and music to the symphony of your joined bodies.

​"Sirf meri..." he groaned, his jaw clenching as he felt your tight, wet pussy clamp down his cock. "You’re so tight... it’s like you were made specifically to be broken by me.."

"I was - fuck.. I was made for this! For you!"

​He paused when you moaned this, letting you feel the sheer size of his cock, his pulse thudding inside you. He looked at you with a dark, wicked smirk.

Uzair wasn't satisfied with just being inside you; he wanted you to witness your own surrender. With a low, possessive growl, he pulled back, the absence of his thickness inside your making you cry out in protest. But he wasn't done—he grabbed your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he hauled you upright, dragging you across the bed toward the large, gold-framed floor mirror that leaned against the wall of his Room.

​He sat back against the velvet headboard and pulled you onto his lap, facing away from him. Your back was pressed against his sweat-slicked chest, and your legs were spread wide over his powerful thighs. In the reflection, you saw a vision that couldn't be painted by any artist.

Your sweat slick legs spread, wet ruined blushed pussy dripping over his huge, throbbing cock, dripping from his tip all the way to his thighs as his hands steadied your hips, your tits bouncing up and down with each ragged hot breath you took.. fuck..

​"Look at yourself.." he hissed into your ear, his hand coming around to grip your chin, forcing you to stare at your own flushed face and blown-out pupils in the mirror. "Look at how perfectly ruined your pretty pussy is already.."

​One hand reached down between your legs, his fingers slick with your shared juices. He began to tease your clit again, right in front of the glass, his eyes locked on yours in the reflection. He watched the way your body reacted to his touch—the way your breasts heaved and your skin turned a mottled, delicious pink.

​"You see that?" he whispered, his thumb working in a rhythmic, punishing circle that made your head fall back against his shoulder. "You see how your pussy sucks in my cock..?"

​He didn't wait for you to answer. He gripped your hips and lifted you slightly, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he guided his cock back inside your pussy, the stimulation causing you to squirt.

He lowered you slowly, inch by agonizing inch, forcing you to watch as his cock was sucked into your Pussy.

The visual of it—of him filling you so completely—was the final tether to your sanity snapping.

​"Mera naam lo.." he commanded, him picking up the same pace from before, pumping his cock into you hard, a rhythmic pounding that made the mirror seem to vibrate. He reached up, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back so he could see your hot lips parted, your tongue hanging out as you moaned for him.

,,Yes! Yes oh my fucking good Uzair fuck me like that! Uzair... Uzair, please!~ "

​He groaned in response, his voice a dark, jagged edge of pleasure. He fucked you hardn fast and deeply, his cock reaching your gspot with ease, pounding it over and over as his hands moved to your face, squeezing your cheeks lightly before forcing you to face your reflection again. "Watch me take you Habibi, Watch how I ruin you for any other man who ever dares to look at you...My Queen..~ this is your throne..fuck im going to knock you up"

​The breeding kink, the dirtiness of the reflection, and the sheer, unbridled power of his thrusts sent you spiraling. You were clutching his knees, your back arching as he drove you toward an orgasm that felt like it would shatter the glass.

The visual in the mirror was too much—it was a sensory assault that made your skin feel hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming under his touch.

​You didn't just take the way he fucked you, you began to fight back with a hunger that matched his own. You reached back, your fingers digging into the hard, knotted muscles of his thighs for leverage, and began to grind your ass against him. The sensation of your wet pussy sliding down his twitching cock, the feeling of your clit pressed against his skin, being relentlessly teased by skin against skin, was intoxicating. You moved with a frantic, desperate rhythm, your hips rolling to maximize the friction, seeking that deep, blunt pressure that only he could provide.

​"Haan, jaan... wese hi..!" Uzair groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as his eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting second, his composure finally fraying. "Move for me! Show me how much you want it.."

​You let out a low, animalistic sound, a mix of a moan and a growl, as you pushed back harder, your spine arching so your chest was thrust forward. You watched in the mirror as your bodies collided—the rhythmic, wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing through the room still, but now louder.

You loved the way he looked at you, the way his hands moved from your hips to your waist, his fingers bruising your skin as he took control of the pace again, lifting you and slamming you down his length with a force that made your teeth clatter.

​"You're so tight, it’s a sin..!" he hissed, his breath hot and ragged against the back of your neck.

​You were sobbing now, the pleasure so intense it felt like pain’s twin sister. Every time you moved back against him, you felt the heavy thud of his heartbeat through your back and inside your pussy. You were drowning in him—in his scent, his weight, and the dirty, possessive words he kept whispering like a dark prayer. The reflection in the mirror blurred as your eyes filled with tears of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. You were no longer just a woman in a room; you were a creature of pure need, vibrating on the edge of a precipice, begging for the man behind you to finally push you over...literally~

Uzair’s patience finally evaporated, replaced by a raw, frantic desperation to feel you even closer. He growled, a deep, predatory sound that vibrated through your spine, and gripped your waist with bruising strength. In one fluid, powerful motion, he lifted you off his lap and pushed you onto your stomach. The silk sheets felt cool for only a fraction of a second before the heavy, searing weight of his body pressed you down into the mattress.

​He didn't give you a moment to adjust. He grabbed the pillows, shoving them under your hips to tilt you upward, exposing your ass perfectly to his hunger. "Stay right there!" he rasped, his voice thick and distorted with need. "Don't you dare move.."

​He pounded into you from behind, a single, deep, devastating thrust that buried his cock entirely into your pussy, making you squirt over the sheets a second timd as you let out a strangled cry into the mattress, your fingers clawing at the headboard as he fucked you brainless.

This wasn't the slow tease from before; neither was it the way he would usually fuck you, this was the Lion claiming his territory with every ounce of his strength. He was fast, his hips snapping against yours with a rhythmic, bruising precision right against your gspot that made you see stars.

​"Tum meri ho... samajh aayi?!" he hissed, his hand reaching forward to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back so he could bite the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. "Only mine.."

​The sensation was overwhelming—the friction of the cold sheets against your stomach, the heavy heat of his chest crushing your back, and the rhythmic, deep pounding of him filling you over and over, forcing your pussy to take it, to stretch and fucking submit, You were spiraling, your breath coming in short, sharp sobs as the tension in your body wound tighter than a guitar string. You began to push back against him again, weaker, your own movements becoming frantic and uncoordinated as you chased the peak that was hovering just out of reach.

​"Uzair... Uzair! I’m close... please!" you screamed, your voice breaking.

​"Then take it!" he groaned, his pace becoming even more blurred and violent, his sweat dripping onto your back like hot rain. "Take my fucking cum! Take it and be mine! Take it and fucking get pregnant!"

​The world narrowed down to the point where your bodies met. Every thrust of his pulsing cock into your squishy pussy was a lightning bolt, every gasp a prayer. You felt your muscles begin to quiver and clamp down on his cock, a sure sign of the impending explosion. Uzair felt it too; he let out a roar of triumph, his hands sliding down to grip your hips and pull you back into a final, lightning-fast assault that sent you both crashing over the edge of the world in an orgasm so powerful and intense it knocked the air out of your lungs in a scream.

"AHHH! UZAIR! Ahhhh!- fuuuck-"

There was no silence, just deep, ragged breathing from both of you, thick with the scent of spent passion and the humid air of the Lyari night. You lay facedown, crying into the matress from your orgasm, your body still humming with the aftershocks of a release so violent it had left you unable to move.

Uzair didn't pull away; he collapsed on top of you, his massive weight a crushing, grounding comfort. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged, scorching huffs that eventually slowed into a steady rhythm.

​For a long time, neither of you moved. The room was silent, his heart thudding against your spine like a war drum settling after the battle. Slowly, he shifted, rolling to his side but refusing to let a single inch of space grow between you. He hauled you against him, your back to his chest, his thick arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close causing you to whimper weakly.

​"Meri jaan..." he whispered, the words vibrating through your skin. He began to kiss your shoulder, your neck, the back of your head—tiny, obsessive touches that were almost more intense than the act itself. "I’m never letting you go back to that room. I’m never letting you be anywhere I can't reach out and touch you."

​You turned in his arms, your limbs heavy as lead, to face him. His dark eyes were wide, tracking every micro-expression on your face with a terrifying, beautiful devotion. He looked like a man who had found his religion and his ruin all in the same night. He reached up, his thumb tracing the swollen line of your lower lip, his touch trembling just enough for you to see it.

​"I’m obsessed with you..Habibi.." he confessed, his voice a raw, jagged edge. "It’s a sickness. I look at you and I want to build a wall around you, but I also want to give you the world. I’ve never been afraid of anything, but the thought of you looking at me with those cold eyes again... it scares me more than any bullet."

​You reached up slowly, tired, your fingers tracing the mark on his cheek that was already starting to bruise—the mark you had given him. "We’re both crazy, Uzair.." you whispered, pulling his head down until your foreheads rested together.

​"Good.." he growled, his hand sliding down to possessively cup the back of your head, his eyes burning with a dark, renewed fire. "Stay crazy with me. Stay here where you belong. Tum meri rooh ka hissa ho.. "

​He kissed you then—not with the hunger of before, but with a slow, lingering possessiveness that felt like a seal on a contract. You were two broken, volatile souls, anchored to each other in the heart of a fortress, utterly consumed by a love that was as much a sanctuary as it was a storm..

Lyari, Karachi Pakistan, 7 months later;

The atmosphere in Rehman’s household had shifted from the jagged tension of the past to a heavy, protective warmth. Since the wedding, Uzair changed, he still walked into rooms like he owned them, but his eyes searched for you first. Always.

​Uzair sat on the traditional low seating in the courtyard, his presence still commanding, but his eyes never strayed far from you. You were settled beside him, the soft silk of your dupatta draped over the gentle, unmistakable curve of your stomach. The marriage had been a whirlwind of Lyari’s finest chaos and grandest celebrations, but the quiet reality of the life growing between you was what had finally tamed the beast—mostly.

​"Eat more.." Uzair commanded softly, his voice a low rumble as he pushed a plate of fruit toward you. He didn't wait for you to reach for it; he picked up a slice himself, his large, scarred fingers looking out of place against the delicate fruit as he held it to your lips.

​Rehman watched from across the room, a smirk playing on his lips. "He used to be afraid of nothing, and now he’s terrified of a woman’s appetite and a missed doctor’s appointment.."

​Uzair didn't even look up to acknowledge the jab. He was busy tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek with that same possessive devotion that had once burned the world down. "Let him talk~" Uzair whispered just for you, his dark eyes shimmering with a rare, soft light. "He doesn't know what it’s like to carry the world's most precious cargo~"

​He shifted, his hand moving instinctively to rest over your bump. The territorial claim was still there, but it had evolved. It was no longer about cages and shadows; it was about the way his hand heated your skin through the fabric, the way he would wake up in the middle of the night just to check if you were breathing, and the way he had already threatened half of Lyari’s security forces to ensure the path to the hospital was cleared of any "disturbances."

​You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the solid, unshakable strength of the man who had once tried to haul you away in the middle of the night. Now, he was your anchor. The obsession remained—he still hated when other men lingered too long on your face, and he still showered you with more gold and silk than you could ever wear.

Later this day after work was done and the sun slowly setting the golden sun in Lyari had a way of turning even the harshest corners of the city into something resembling a dream. The light filtered through the heavy lace curtains of the bedroom you tw shared in Rehmans home, dancing across the mahogany furniture and the scattered silks. Uzair sat on the edge of the expansive bed, the sheer size of him silhouetted against the window. He had discarded his rings and his watch on the nightstand— besides the wedding ring you had designed..the armor of the man who ruled the streets—leaving only the man who belonged to you.

​He watched you with a quiet, brooding intensity as you tried to find a comfortable position against the pillows. His gaze was different these days; the sharp, predatory edge had been replaced by a heavy, soul-deep devotion that felt almost tactile.

​"Stop moving Jaan-" he murmured, his voice like velvet over gravel. He didn't wait for an answer, shifting his body to sit behind you, pulling your back against his solid chest. His legs bracketed yours, creating a cage of warmth and muscle that felt like the safest place on earth.

​He reached around, his large, sun-darkened hand moving with practiced ease to the rounded swell of your stomach. The contrast was breathtaking—his hand, scarred from a lifetime of holding onto power, resting so gently against the softness of your silk chemise. He didn't speak; he just waited, his thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles over the fabric.

​Then, it happened. A sudden, sharp flutter, followed by a deliberate, forceful thump right against the center of his palm.

​Uzair’s entire body went rigid. It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe, his hand twitching slightly as he felt the distinct pressure of a tiny limb making itself known. He looked down at his own hand as if it belonged to a stranger, his dark brows drawing together in a look of sheer, unadulterated shock.

​"Did you feel that?" he whispered, his voice cracking in a way you had never heard before. "That wasn't just a movement. That was... that was them..!"

​"They're awake~" you said softly, reaching down to cover his hand with yours. "They’ve been waiting for you to get back home~"

​As if in response, the babys kicked again, a rolling movement that traveled across the length of his hand. Uzair let out a shaky, broken laugh—a sound so rare and precious it made your throat tighten. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders trembling with the weight of an emotion he couldn't name. The man who stood his ground against rivals and ran an empire was brought to his knees by a few ounces of life moving beneath his touch.

​"My Babies..." he rasped, his breath hot against your skin. "Main yahan hoon..~ Abba yahan hai~"

​The words were a sacred vow. He turned you in his arms, his movements so careful it was as if he feared you might shatter. He cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away a stray tear you hadn't realized had fallen. His eyes were dark, swimming with a terrifyingly beautiful vulnerability. In that look, you saw everything—the apology for the past, the gratitude for the present, and a fierce, obsessive promise for the future.

​"I used to think power was the only thing worth having.." he whispered, his forehead resting against yours, his nose brushing yours in a tender, intimate gesture. "I was a fool. Power is nothing compared to this. To you. To the fact that I get to watch you grow with our children.."

​He leaned down and pressed a long, lingering kiss to the center of your stomach, his lips staying there for a heartbeat too long, as if he were trying to whisper his secrets directly to the babys. When he looked back up at you, his face was radiant with a peace you had once thought impossible for a man like him.

​"You've given me a soul.." he said, his voice steadying into a deep, unshakable vow. "And I will spend every breath I have making sure the world is soft enough for the three of you."

​He pulled you into a tight, protective embrace, his heart beating a frantic, joyous rhythm against yours. The sun finally dipped below the horizon, leaving the room in shadows, but the warmth between you was enough to light the entire city. You were his, he was yours, and the life you had built together was finally, perfectly complete.

THE END.

Nazm.