Submission

15

Haya opened her eyes in the morning and found herself in a new setting. They were in the drawing-room, right in front of the fireplace and his arms around her waist, holding her possessively. 

She was almost sweating due to the warmth prevalent in the room. She recalled the previous night's events and tears escaped her eyes, remembering his cruel behaviour. She slowly tried to free herself and began leaving. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She fell on his chest, her eyes inadvertently meeting his.

'I am sorry Haya ', he said earnestly looking into her eyes 

She looked surprised at him, and without saying anything else, she just looked down and nodded. She was even afraid of holding any conversation with him. She wanted to get away from him, as she knew very well, the longer she stayed, the higher are the chances of her getting hurt. She acknowledged his apology, hoping that now he would let her leave. She again tried to free her wrist and herself, but it only got firm. And his burning gaze over her wasn't helping either. 

Zafar was amazed by her resilience, doesn't she ever get angry? He had pushed her beyond the limits of an average individual. Still, she stood firmly, holding her ground. She intrigued him; he looked deep into her black eyes, trying to find out her motives or her intentions. Why is she still bearing with him? Why isn't she crying out for help from her parents? Why she forgives him so readily? What's wrong with her? 

All he found in her eyes was fear and innocence. 

He made her lie under him and kissed her soft lips, savouring her sweet taste. Haya could no longer bear to look at him. Therefore she closed her eyes, freeing some more tears from their captivity. 

He trailed his lingering kisses to her chest and breasts, giving light kisses along the path until he finally reached her mounds. He sucked one of her n*****s, and his hand slowly inched towards her s*x. 

He rubbed her c**t slowly and sucked her breasts, throwing her into the spiral of foreign feelings which she had never experienced before. How can he make her feel so different in the same act of intimacy, she vaguely wondered. She was almost on the verge, loosing whatever shreds of sanity she had.

She closed her eyes and moaned his name,' Zafar..'.

T

his was the very first time; she had called out his name during their intimate moments. He looked at her face, her half-closed eyes and parted lips were inviting him.

Zafar increased his speed over her c**t and inserted his finger inside her; she was dripping wet for him. 

He knew she was ready; he flipped her on her stomach and began kissing her neck and back. His hand was still inside her v****a, pleasuring her, while the other one was over her breasts, roaming freely and occasionally moulding them. 

After a while, he positioned himself over her s*x and gave a push, filling her. 

'Zafar ', she gasped. 

'Haya..', he whispered and gave another push inserting himself fully inside her. After stopping for a while, letting her adjust to his size, he began moving again. He gave long and deeper strokes rocking her body with each push. Seeing himself getting lost between her round bottoms only aggravated his lust for her. He spanked one of her ass cheeks, and saw it turning red; he repeated the same with another one. 

He was giving her pain and pleasure at the same time; he wanted to see her face while he f****d her. 

So he pulled himself out and turned her to make her lie on her back. He could now see her flushed face and luscious breasts. He looked into her drunk eyes, which were half-closed and her mouth slightly parted. He kissed her mouth and inserted himself again inside her. 

He trailed his lips to her neck and gave a bite there and then kissed it to soothe it for her. He increased his speed until he felt himself releasing and her v****a contracting around him.

They were sweating heavily post that and pulled her back into his arms.

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Zafar was working over his laptop when he received a call from his secretary. 

It was regarding his girl, they were working on her sketch now, as described by the courier office personal. 

Finally, he was getting somewhere. If she lived in the same city, probably she was a classmate or a neighbour? He would definitely recognise her once the sketch gets completed. 

He was busy in his thoughts when Haya knocked on his door. He closed his eyes; he was at crossroads. He didn't know what to do anymore. Every passing day, He was getting closer to finding her. 

But Haya! She is strangely affecting his heart. 

But whatever it is, he couldn't let his lover see Haya in his life. That would disappoint her so much! 

Soon she entered and stood before him, unaware of the storm around her. Zafar looked at her intensely and gestured her to come to him. 

Scared, she moved and stood near him, her gaze was fixed to the ground and her hands fidgeting. 

He pulled her towards him, by her wrist and made her sit in the bed near him. 

'Haya, tell me, are you happy with me ?', he asked her casually while he lighted his cigarette. 

She was surprised by his question, and her doe eyes met his black ones.

She gulped and thought for sometime before answering him. She didn't know how to answer his question. She was happy when she got married to him; it was her dream coming to life. But the reality of their marriage was an ugly truth, best kept hidden. Why is he even asking this question? Doesn't he already know the answer? 

He was getting impatient on finding her silent. 

'I have asked you something ', he asked sternly.

'Ye..yes Zafar', she replied, afraid of his anger, fearing any retribution from his side, if her answer didn't please him.

'Hahahaaa', Zafar laughed. 

Haya lowered her gaze and wetness crept up in her eyes. She was helpless in his presence, and she lied to save herself. Even he knew that! 

'Tell me, Haya, why are you happy ?', he asked further, controlling his laughter. He lifted her face to look into her tearful eyes. 

'Because... I am... married to you ', she replied. 

Zafar knew she was scared of him and believed all her answers were just as real as her so-called 'happiness'. 

Non-existent!

'Good. Take off your clothes now', he said while removing his.

'Let me give you some more happiness ', he said sarcastically and loomed over her.

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