Submission

17

Haya and Zafar finally landed on their homeland. Haya was excited, as well as anxious; it had been almost eight months since she last saw her family. Today she will see them again, Haya imagined all kinds of reunions possible, with her family and often smiled while thinking about them.

Zafar could very well make out the desperation and happiness; she was feeling on the prospects of seeing them again. He saw her smiling and often talking to herself, probably she was unmindful of his presence around her. It was altogether a different Haya, but he didn't give much thought to it and waited for this trip to finish. He had already been too long on this journey. 

Haya was anxiously counting the minutes to her home. She was anxiously looking outside the taxi window, taking inside the view and the warmth it provided her. The sense of belonging welcomed her here, which she had never felt in the foreign land.

Suddenly, the taxi took the turn opposite to that of her home. Haya was surprised and looked questioningly at Zafar.

'Aren't we going to Mom's house ?', she asked in a low, desperate voice, trying to hide her disappointment. Haya's heart started beating fast in anticipation of his reply, which was quite apparent given the route they had taken.

'No' he replied stoically. 

Her heart sank into despair, and her eyes began to water. 

Haya didn't want to show her feelings to him, as he would only exploit them to hurt her. She tried to compose herself and looked outside the window, to hide her tears, which were starting to fall non-stop. She quickly wiped them off, but they weren't listening to her anymore! 

Zafar knew she was eagerly waiting to meet her parents, and her silent tears couldn't escape his canny eyes. But he ignored them and looked outside, remembering his past days and upcoming future. 

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They reached his apartment, and after freshening themselves, Haya decided to unpack and change, while Zafar arranged for the food. 

After eating their food in silence,  Haya hoped that maybe he would tell her, when exactly they could leave for her parent's house. But Zafar showed no interest in her plight and acted as if nothing was amiss. 

Finally, when Haya couldn't hold any longer, she asked him hesitantly. 

'Zafar...when, would we leave for mom's house?', she asked slowly. 

He was working on his laptop when her voice gained his attention and Zafar looked at her. 

He noticed her eyes; first, they had hopes and fear in them.

His wife! 

She had always been a dutiful and a good wife to him!

She was brought up like a princess by her parents; he knew because he had personally witnessed all of it. That was the precise reason after marriage he deliberately made her do all the household chores. In hopes that she would break, and run away crying to her parents. But she had never really complained about any of it. 

She had never demanded anything from him except for a fair chance to their marriage! She religiously did whatever he had asked her to do. 

He had done everything possible to make her hate him; he had even starved her and not to forget the many scars he left on her fragile body, as his retribution.

Despite all that, why was she still around, trying to please him? Why he cannot feel any hate or anger emanating from herself. She didn't even complain to her mother about his insensitive behaviour; on the contrary, she praised him for the things he never did.

What does she want? He wondered.

'Zafar..', Haya again called out, when she found him lost in his train of thoughts.

He was again brought back into the present. She was waiting for his approval to visit her parents. But he somehow, wished to prolong her stay, unwilling to let her leave. 

'Massage my feet, I am tired', he told her and closed his eyes, while lying down on the bed, thinking about their past and coming future.

Haya got up with heavy steps and returned with the massage oil. She applied some oil and slowly rubbed his pressure points. She was quite experienced in that by now, Zafar made sure she perfected this art.

Zafar loved how her small and soft hands felt around his feet, relieving him momentarily from all his tensions and worries. He opened his eyes to see her, she was half drowsy in sleep and her eyes were almost closed. She was swaying towards one side due to her sleepy state. Her hold on his feet was loose and almost static. He gave a jerk with his feet and she woke up from her slumber. 

'Is it too hard for you to serve your husband?', he asked her sternly. 

'No..no Zafar. I am sorry. I will do it properly', she apologised and resumed massaging his feet. 

He soon drifted away into a deep slumber. 

Haya being tired as well also slept with her head on the bed, and her body slumped over the floor. 

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Zafar woke up early the next morning and found her asleep in an awkward position at the foot end.

He stopped to observe her. She looked so beautiful and innocent in her sleep; he could forever look at her. Her head rested over her arms, and her upper body rested over the bed. Her thick eyelashes fanned over her cheeks, and her naturally pink lips were inviting him to taste them. He bent towards her and rubbed her lush lips with the pad of his thumb, caressing her soft face. He

lightly kissed her lips, waking her up.

She was surprised to see him bent over her; then fear crept up in her doe eyes.

On seeing her scared, Zafar composed himself and returned to his original position, while she also got up and left. 

Zafar's gaze followed her until she closed the washroom door.

He knew that she was waiting for his reply. And he was very well aware of her state. She wanted to go and meet them right away.

So what's the problem? Isn't that what you have always wanted? To get rid of her !! His inner self asked.

And now when the time is finally here, was he having cold feet? 

Today might be their last day together! He thought and feeling of dread passed over him. What's wrong with him?? How could he feel that way about her? Wasn't she the reason, of his distance from his beloved? 

Maybe he is used to her presence. After all, they have spent so many months together. When she leaves, everything will return to normal. Yes. 

Haya came out of the washroom and was headed towards the kitchen when he held her wrist and pulled her into his arms. 

She looked at him with fearful eyes, knowing very well what's coming ahead as she could feel his hardness between her thighs. 

Zafar pushed her by his body till a wall backed her. Her hands were over his chest and his roamed freely over her back and bottom. He finally rested his hands under her clothes and between her thighs, parting them. His fingers were entering her folds and rubbed over her c**t, throwing her off into the foreign sensations.

He wanted to please her, to be gentle and slow with her, as she has always wanted. 

'Look at me', he commanded. He wanted her to remember him always.

Haya slowly raised her eyes and met his lustful ones. He inserted his fingers inside her and rubbed her c**t with his thumb. All the while, holding her gaze captive with his. Haya was mortified by his actions and the fact that she had to look at him.

She lowered her gaze when finally, she wasn't able to hold any longer. He pulled her hair and met her eyes again.

'Did I tell you to lower your eyes? Hunh..? ', he asked with a hard face, and his touch became rougher below. 

'Zafar......please.....', she requested, he could see the moisture in her eyes. 

'Please...what?' 

'Please.....slow', She finally managed. 

'Kiss me', He demanded, he slowed down, but his thumb was constantly igniting sparks in her.

Haya hesitated but then raised herself on her toes and kissed his lips slowly. Without realising, her eyes closed, and she gradually deepened the kiss. She kissed him with a heart full of love and hope; she wanted to give him whatever he wants from her as her salvation lied there. Her arms flew around his neck, her body pressed against his , she slowly lost herself.

That was enough for Zafar; he quickly released his hardened member and replaced it with his fingers.  

He gave a swift push and entered his personal heaven. Haya's eyes shot open due to his sudden act, and she tried to break away the kiss.

But things were no longer under her control.

He held her face between his palms and the gentle kiss converted into a hungry one, where he was devouring her lips and dominated her mouth. 

He began moving inside her, and his lips left her mouth to settle on her neck. He left his mark over there and then moved to her chest. 

He pulled her top down, exposing her full breasts and gave a small bite. When she whimpered in pain, he soothe it with his wet kiss. He took her breast in his mouth and began sucking it like his life depended on it.

'Zafar...', she moaned his name, while he continued his ministrations. 

Haya was lost in the sensations which her body felt in his arms. All she could remember was her love for him, the yearning she had undergone in the past, her prayers and the present time when she was in his embrace as his wife. It was her most ernest wish coming to life. 

She could make out the positive change in his behaviour and his gentle touch. Maybe he was falling for her too! She smiled thinking about it and their better future.

Zafar's movements were gaining momentum, and his thrusts were getting deeper, he was near. After a while, she felt his release and his hold tightening around her.

'I love you Zafar', she said, while hugging him back. 

Zafar was breathing heavily after his release and was catching up his breath when her words fell like a bucket of cold water over him.

He stilled in her arms and pulled away from her to look at her shy form, her cheeks had turned a shade crimson and her eyes lowered.

Haya slowly met his stern and questioning eyes, all her bravado escaped and she regretted her words. Her heart began to beat faster and frantically, seeing his not so favourable reaction.

But the arrow was already shot!

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