Submission

16

Armaan was getting late for his work, but his six years old son, wasn't in any mood to let his father leave anytime soon.

'Sahil, Get here and finish off your breakfast', Armaan was losing his temper. 

Today he needs to visit the President. He had found some crucial leads on the secret assignment he had been working for the past five months. He needed to update him regarding the progress and also talk to his daughter. But his son was busy throwing his tantrums, delaying him then he already was.

'No..daddy... I want to go with you too. You leave me daily with the nanny. I don't like her', he shouted on top of his lungs. 

'Ok..fine, I will take you along.....first finish off your breakfast', he tried to appease his kid. 

'No...I will eat it in the car ', Sahil was now well aware of his father's tactics. 

'Fine..then come along ', Armaan finally gave in. He needed to reach there urgently and this way he could save a lot of time.

He asked his nanny also to come along and bring his breakfast.They can remain seated inside the car, while he finishes his job. 

Armaan, 28, was a widower, whose wife died while giving birth to their son. He never remarried and devoted all his time to his son and his job. 

By profession, Armaan was an Assistant Superintendent of Police; five months ago, he was confidentially involved in the investigation of the scandal of the President's daughter. He saw it in the newspaper, but the news was suppressed fast after the girl's wedding to her fiancee.

He became aware of the reality, only during the case investigations and confessions of Ghulam Ali during interrogation. 

But, the one who lured the girl to that hotel was still at large. According to his reports, she was last seen in a foreign country. But before making any move, he wanted to confirm with the sister of the victim, if they were chasing the right person.

The President was an honest man, and to see him suffer such a tradegy was quite upsetting.

Armaan wanted to help him by bringing the culprits to justice. 

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'Is this the girl?' Armaan asked Noor showing her a faded snap of Rubi.

'Yes, Sir', Noor replied hesitantly. She could never forget her; she almost ruined her family. 

'Thank you, Ms Gul. We have traced her location, soon we will be able to arrest her and put her with her uncle.', Armaan thanked her and diverted his attention to Mr Gul, the President. 

'Sir...please rest assured. We will soon get them. I will take your leave. I hope you are satisfied with Ms Gul's security measures?' he inquired. 

After Haya's accident, Nazar Gul has tightened the security measures for his other daughter. He cannot afford another scandal.

'Yes, My Son, Thank you so much. I wish I took these measures with my elder daughter as well ', he could only regret now, but it's better to learn from your mistakes and take precautions for future.

'I hope she is OK, now?' Armaan inquired about his eldest daughter.

'Oh yes ..My other son Zafar helped us in that dire situation and agreed to marry her. They are happy with each other now ', Nazar Gul said with satisfaction and content. 

'I am glad to hear that ', Armaan smiled and took their leave. 

After he left Noor addressed her father, ' Daddy, why don't you call Haya & Zafar here, it's been so long since we last met them '.

'That's an excellent idea.  I will ask your mother to talk to them '. Her father replied and smiled at his daughter.

'Wow Daddy ', Noor clapped out of happiness and hugged her father. 

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Haya was finishing off her tasks when her phone rang. It was her mother. 

'Hello, Mom ?' Haya picked up the call.

'Haya, my child. How are you ?' her mother asked lovingly.

'I am good mom. How are you? '

'We are also fine. Haya why don't you guys visit us here. It has been so long since we last saw you.'

'Mom, Zafar is very busy in his work...' she was completing her sentence, when suddenly Zafar snatched the phone away, from her hands. 

'Hello Aunt, Zafar here. We will visit you soon.', he said and smiled mysteriously at Haya. 

His smile didn't reach his cold eyes, confusing and scaring her. He promised her mother and end the call. 

He pulled her in his arms and hugged her from behind. 

'Do you wish to visit them?', he asked her while planting small kisses over her neck. 

'Ye..yes Zafar, but if you are busy, we can visit them later', she said hesitantly. 

'I am free ', Zafar said and put his hand under her top to touch her breasts. 

He knew she would not protest; she wouldn't dare to stop him in getting, what was his. He had total dominion over her, and he knew it. He knew his single glare was enough to bend her to his will. Just thinking about that made him want her right away.

He removed her clothes, exposing her naked body and bent her on the dining table. Her round bums and inviting s*x was in his clear view. He took out his member and stroked it against her v****a, lubricating himself. Then he slowly inserted it inside her, filling her. Her tightness pleased him every time; he f****d her. He soon began to pound heavily inside her.

'Aah ..Zafar ...please, slow ', Haya cried out. Even after months, her body hasn't got used to his rough ways. She earnestly wished him to be a bit more gentle with her! 

'I don't like it slow, dear wife', he widened her legs with his knees and pushed hard. She was at a perfect angle, and with every push,  he felt her cervix. It only added to his pleasure, knowing how deeply he reached inside her. 

She tried to lift her head from the table, as the impact of his thrusts created friction between her cheek and the table, hurting her face. 

But he grabbed her nape and pushed her head back to its original position, hurting her even more. 

'Zafar..', Haya tried to register her discomfort. 

'Shhh', he silenced her weak protests and got busy in pounding her. 

He knew they weren't together for long, and he wanted to f**k her to his heart's content before she leaves from his life.

After a long time, she felt him releasing himself inside her. He pulled out from her and left to clean himself. 

Haya was still laying on the table, her cheek bruised and her eyes wet. She gathered herself and collected her scattered clothes.

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Zafar booked their tickets for next week as this was a vital part of his plan. 

He had asked her to pack all her belongings, she was surprised but did as he had asked her to do. Anyways, she didn't have much to pack. All she had was what her mother packed on her wedding day. Zafar had never bought anything for her post their marriage. 

When she tried to do his packing, he refused quoting that he has enough clothes, at his apartment. 

Finally, everything was packed, and Haya anxiously waited for the departure date. She was happy as well as anxious. 

She didn't want her family to know about her sufferings, but she desperately wanted to see and meet them. 

In the meanwhile, she took extra care not to upset Zafar in any way, for he might cancel the whole thing. 

She didn't even protest during his increasingly rough s*x. He f****d her as if there was no tomorrow. 

She wanted to talk to him regarding this, but probably after their visit.  For now, she didn't want to risk her travel plans, so she just silently endured his rough handling and cruel ways. 

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