Submission

9

Next day, Haya woke up almost at lunchtime and found the apartment empty. He wasn't here, and she was glad that she didn't have to face him. 

She winced at the bloodied sheets and changed them into fresh ones. 

Then she gingerly walked up to the washroom. She wanted to get rid of the stickiness in between her thighs and his odour on her body. She was horrified when she saw her blue-black shoulder; then she remembered him biting her there. Similar marks were present over her breasts and neck. She decided not to look further; it would only hurt her more. She suppressed her tears and quickly finished washing and changed into one of the outfits her mother had packed.

Her mother! 

A lone tear escaped her eye when she thought about her family. 

At least, they have been saved from the humiliation; her scandal would have brought.

She was almost ready when he entered the apartment. She wore a light pink outfit, and matching makeup; she looked pure and delicate, just like the outfit she was wearing. 

Zafar felt an incredible surge in his desire and came near her. He wanted to touch her, to know whether it was a reality or a dream.

She stood up from her place and looked down to avoid meeting his piercing gaze. Haya just wanted to hide away from his sight. She was too scared of him after yesterday's events. 

When she realised that he was moving towards her, her body began shaking out of fear. To avoid the embarrassment, she tauted her muscles to stop herself, but her body had a will of its own. 

He lifted her face by his index finger and met her scared eyes and quivering lips. He bent down slightly and kissed her soft lips. He wanted to taste her again, and now that he had tasted her, he wanted more. He cupped her delicate face in between his palms and deepened the kiss, which was supposed to last only a few seconds.

She was surprised by his sudden display of affection and to support herself; she placed both her hands on his chest. She could feel the2 hardness of his taut muscles, beneath the shirt he wore. She let him kiss her as he liked, and it only intensified with time. She felt his tongue entering her mouth and exploring it. His one hand was on her nape, stabilising her while another found its way inside her top and caressed her bareback. 

Abruptly, he released her and distanced himself. He cannot lose his control around her like that; he thought while restraining himself.

He was breathing heavily while she looked flushed. 

He pointed towards a packet on the table and addressed her, ' that's your food.'  

'Th..thank you', she slowly said. 

'Make a list of the items you would need, for the kitchen and household. We will stay here for around two weeks', he said without looking at her. 

'Ok', she whispered and left for the kitchen to avoid any more interactions with him. Her painful memories from the previous night were still fresh. 

She made a list of few items, which she found missing in the kitchen. Although she had limited experience in the household chores, she knew how to cook and right now, she couldn't be more thankful for her mother's forced attempts, when she was trying to teach her the art of culinary. 

She kept the list of the required items, on the centre table. After much contemplation, she entered into another vacant room, as she couldn't bring herself to enter his bedroom, where he was present right now.

It was a guest bedroom, with a queen size bed and some side furniture. 

It was here she decided to eat the food which he had brought for her. She was hungry, as the last time she had a meal was two days back. 

She opened the packet and emptied the contents onto a plate. She was still eating, when he angrily barged inside and kicked off the small table on which her plate rested, spilling its contents on the floor.

She stood up from her place, cowering in fear.

She was shocked by the sudden change in his behaviour, a few minutes ago he seemed fine. What has she done to anger him, she wondered. 

He grabbed her long hair in a fist and pulled her up to his level. Her tearful eyes met his angry ones. 

'Who gave you the permission to enter this room?', he asked through a clenched jaw.

'I am sorry...I will leave', she quickly offered in a thick voice, her tears were making it impossible for her to speak clearly. 

'The only place you are freely allowed is beneath me, in my bed! Am I clear?' He seethed, while his hungry eyes roamed freely over her trembling body. 

He wanted to f**k her petite body again. He was waiting for her in his room. But her delay prompted him to go out and seek her.

And finding her here only fueled his suppressed anger.

'Y..yes', she replied. Her eyes were silently begging for mercy from a cruel man. 

He grabbed her arm and dragged her into his bedroom.

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