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He had allocated a small room attached to his bedroom as her own.
It was probably a study before because after putting a small bed, there wasn't any more space left for anything else.
This place was where she was supposed to stay confined until he summons her for the night.
Zafar didn't allow her more than a single suitcase while departing from her mother's home. That's all she had in the name of belongings.
In her small room, there wasn't any space left for a small cupboard. So all her clothes were still in her suitcase, even months after their marriage.
He didn't care, and she knew better than to complain.
He believed that he was punishing her by doing so, but Haya was glad to have her abode, away from his piercing gaze and threatening presence.
That tiny room gave her ample of comfort and a sense of protection!
He had seized her phone on their wedding night and had never bothered to return it.
But she missed her family dearly, especially her younger sister.
She often cried remembering them, only if she had listened to her sister that fateful day. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
One day Zafar was taking his shower in the bathroom, and she was preparing his breakfast when suddenly his phone rang. It was lying on the dining table where she was putting the plates for his breakfast. It was his secretary, Jafry.
Haya wanted to know about her family's whereabouts. And the water was still running in the shower, what if she quickly picks it up and ask about her family?
Without giving much thought to it, she quickly received the call.
'Hello'
'Hello Mr Jafry, it's me... Haya', she said hesitantly.
'Oh...Hello Mrs Zafar, how are you doing ?' he asked surprised.
'I am fine. Can you please tell me how is my family doing? How's father now? And my mother?', she quickly asked, fearful of Zafar's return.
'Ummm, Aren't you talking to them? ', he was puzzled by her question.
She winced on her hastiness,' No..no..it's not like that, It's just they always tell me all is going well'.
'Oh..they are fine Mam. Please rest assured', he answered her politely.
'Ok..thank you so much ', she quickly cut off the call and deleted the call log.
He was still in the washroom. She thanked her stars and got busy in her tasks.
She deliberately skipped telling Zafar about the call.
When he returned in the evening, he seemed to be in a sour mood. Fearing that she might be at the receiving end of it, she wanted to leave quickly for her tiny room after serving his dinner.
She was serving him food when he held her wrist in a tight grip. She was suddenly scared of his stern features and looked helplessly at him.
'You received a call in the morning ', he stated it as a fact and glared hard at her.
Haya wasn't expecting this; she had deleted the call history, how did he come to know about it still! She was at a loss of words by his question.
He tugged at her arm and made her sit on the chair beside him.
'I am asking something ', he repeated in a stern voice, making her shiver at her place.
'Ye..yes ', she replied, she was close to crying with her tearful eyes.
'Why you didn't tell me about it?', he asked, staring again into her tearful eyes.
'I thought you would get mad at me', she said, and her tears escaped with her words, she was trying to pull her wrist from his steel grip.
He smiled and left her wrist. He lighted a cigarette and began smoking while he looked intensely at her.
'You have done three things, maybe four, warranting punishment. ', he said while looking at his cigarette and smoking it.
'Zafar, I just wanted to know about the well being on my family. I am sorry ', she said helplessly.
'The only family you have is ME, and you have betrayed me', he said and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him.
'No..no...Zafar, it's not like that ', she tried to soothe him by her words
He brought his burning cigarette near her wrist, so much so that she could feel the warm heat emanating from it.
'Zafar...NO...Please....what are you doing ', she stood up from her seat and tried to pull her wrist from his grasp. She was horrified by his intentions.
'You deliberately withheld the truth and tried to deceive me. This is a very mild punishment for your crime', he passed his judgement and rubbed the burning stump on her delicate, thin wrist.
'Aaah...Zafar...', she was crying bitterly, due to the intense pain she was experiencing.
He released her hand and lighted another cigarette. While she cried, holding her hand, her body shook lightly by her sobs.
'Where do you want another one ?', he asked smoking casually, he didn't try to console or comfort her. He passed a glance at her fallen form.
She looked at him with questioning eyes, ' Wh...what ?'
She was still sobbing and held her injured wrist by another hand.
'You have earned at least three marks, so tell me where do you want them ? ', he asked while he looked deep into her swollen red eyes and wiped off her tears from one of the eyes.
Haya's eyes widened in the horror of what he just suggested.
' Zafar, please forgive me. I am sorry, I will never do it again. Please forgive me for the last time', she pleaded desperately, she was crying and hiccuping, and her body shook by its impact.
He grabbed another wrist and brought his cigarette stump towards it.
'Please...Zafar ...please No....Don't hurt me more please', she was crying and begging.
Seeing her crying like this, something in his cold heart moved, and he couldn't bring himself to burn her again.
He threw away his cigarette and got up from his chair, pulling her along into his room.
'You better appease my anger fast, before I change my mind', he advised her and removed his clothes, suggesting her the obvious.
On hearing that, she got up from her place and
began undressing, but the intense pain on her wrist was only making things difficult for her.
She was still sobbing and hiccupping, her shaky hands missed her buttons repeatedly, delaying her.
After a while, she eventually managed to free herself from her clothes.
He was patiently observing her clumsy actions, which were only amplified by her trembling body. She was undoubtedly scared of him beyond her wits.
He was succeeding in his plan.
She moved towards him, prepared for another painful night.
When she finally reached, he pulled her on the bed and moved over her. He gently kissed her trembling lips, a foreign feeling of wanting to comfort her suddenly developed in his heart.
He took out an antiseptic tube and applied some on her wound. As the injury was still fresh, even the ointment hurt her.
She involuntarily hissed, and another stream of tears started, remembering his cruelty.
He looked at her shaky form beneath him, she looked like a little rabbit, silently begging for leniency and mercy from him.
'Don't repeat it ever again, OK? ', he gently told her while wiping off her tears by his kisses.
She nodded slowly.
He began kissing her neck, trailing it to her chest and moved his fingers towards her intimate area.
He wanted to please her that day, for the very first time.
It's against his primary motto, he tried to remind himself, but he was too engrossed in her to pay any heed to his motives.
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Since their marriage, they had never eaten their meals together as he had made it quite clear in the very beginning of their relationship, that how disgusted her sight makes him feel.
Therefore, after her initial attempt, she didn't dare to repeat it.
She ate her food either in the kitchen or her small room, but never with him, and after a few weeks, she was only grateful that she didn't have to.
When the night fell, other ordeals awaited her.
Zafar was mostly busy in his office during the day time, but in the night he demanded her presence. And she complied without fail.
She doesn't remember if he had ever held her tenderly or showed care. His touch was always punishing and painful, often leaving the ugly reminders the next morning.
Once during her menstruation, she thought that maybe he wouldn't require her, so she took it upon herself and didn't visit him.
She was lying on her small bed when he barged inside angrily. He was naked on top and wrapped a towel below.
He folded his arms over his chest and glared at her.
Haya's heart started fluttering inside her chest, seeing him this angry. She quickly got up from her bed and looked at him, anxiously, ' Zafar..'
'Why aren't you in my bed ? ', he asked while fisting her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Her eyes had already begun watering due to the pain, 'Zafar, I am on my periods', She was ashamed of disclosing her reasons to him.
'So ?' he was still angry.
She looked surprised at him, what could that possibly mean.
'I thought we wouldn't be having s..sex ', she said with embarrassment.
' Well, Let me teach you.. what other things we could do !! ', he said with a lustful gaze and pushed her towards his room.
In the room, he dropped his towel and stood naked in front of her. Haya has to fix her gaze to the ground; her cheeks were turning a shade deeper by the scene in front of her.
He sat on the bed and asked her to come near.
When she reached, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to make her sit on the floor. His p***s was right in front of her mouth. Her gaze fell on it, and she turned her face away out of shyness.
He grabbed her nape and pulled her towards his groin.
'Suck it!', he commanded her.
She looked shocked and scared. She had never done this before, and she didn't know-how.
'FAST', He was getting impatient.
'Zafar ..please..', she said.
He forced her mouth against his tip and said, 'Open your mouth and take it inside ...come on'.
She gulped and opened her mouth; he took the opportunity and filled her mouth with his organ.
She gaged and pulled out.
He was angry at her repeated defiance, he released her nape and slapped her face hard.
She fell on her side by its impact; her tears were falling non stop from her eyes.
He straightened her again and asked, 'Are you ready now?' His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were hard.
She could only stare at him with her tearful eyes, how could he be so cruel to me? What have I done to him? She thought. She didn't want to be at the receiving end of his cruelty, so she decided to comply with his wishes.
She nodded slowly.
He pulled her body again in between his thighs, and he guided her mouth towards his p***s.
She tastes its salty tip and slowly took it inside, sucking and licking it, as he guided her.
He groaned in pleasure and lust by seeing her sucking him. She had grown up rather quickly, he thought.
Slowly he pushed his whole length down her throat, she gagged, but he didn't allow her to pull out.
He had fixed her head with his hands over his shaft.
'If you want this to end soon, increase your speed over it. Just like I do when I f**k you', he whispered in her ear, guiding her.
She tried, but he was far from it.
That night lasted for quite a long time.
But after that, she never failed to revisit him.
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