Submission

10

Zafar and Haya finally reached London, after spending almost a fortnight at his apartment back home.

His new apartment was of adequate size, and it looked tasteful with the contrast of light and dark shades. 

He put down the luggage in his bedroom. And after showing her the washroom, he asked her to get fresh. 

By the time she came out, food had already arrived, and they ate in silence. When she finished cleaning the dishes, he told her to go to bed. 

By now, she very well understood his routine and habits. She knew that he desired her body, which was now marred by his occasional outbursts of anger.

Although tired, due to the long journey, she still did as he had commanded her to do. There was no other option for her, other than complying to his wishes. She didn't want to risk being at the receiving end of his terrible anger, and the only way to avoid it was,1 bending herself according to his will.

She quietly laid on the bed, covering her naked body with a blanket. As he was still working on his laptop while she laid there silently waiting for him. Soon her heavy eyelids, drooped and she drifted away into sleep, thinking about her family back home.

Upon getting free from his work, he glanced towards her; she was already fast asleep.

She was facing him, her hands rested under her cheeks, and her long lashes hid her beautiful eyes.

She looked beautiful sleeping on his bed, and her naked body under the covers was enough to make him lose his senses. He was already hard, just on her sight. She had this unexplained effect on him, and that was bothering his cold personality a lot. He never trusted anyone in his life and these newly found feelings couldn't be a good sign. He decided to be more firm with her.

While she looked peaceful and content in her sleep, albeit he was far from it. His body was aching to take her and fulfil his lustful desires. He grabbed an edge and tugged at the blanket, exposing her naked body.

She almost sat up by the shock his sudden act gave her. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth slightly parted, ready to shout out.

But when she saw him bent over her, she slowly retreated and laid back on the bed, realising him looming over her.

He looked at her sleepy and tired eyes, which were silently petitioning for leniency. But his cold heart only held contempt for her. 

Due to her, he wasn't able to marry the one he had wanted. She had stolen her place! 

Well, let's see how long she can survive with him. 

After all, He was what they call him behind his back, the beast!

Despite the hatred, he felt for her being; he still couldn't control his lust for her delicate body. Her existence in his life, as his wife was his torment and her tender body in his arms was his salvation. 

During the day he burned in the fire which her family had put him in, and in the nights he put off that fire by losing himself in her embrace. 

His life was turning into a vicious circle, around her. 

Slowly, he was getting addicted to having his way with her, as he wanted. She was always too scared to stop him or protest in any other way. 

She was like a malleable doll in his hands, whom he was moulding as he wanted. And this ultimate power which he had over her, was only pushing him into further darkness. 

Without realising, he was changing into a more vicious and ruthless man. His desire to possess her entirely was only amplifying, and her meek personality had only brought out the worst in him. 

The sight of her tied naked with those men still haunted him and his dreams. 

But without caring for anything, her parents have forced her upon him. He would fulfil his promise to them. He would pay his debt to them as they had demanded. 

But would he ever be able to accept her? He doubted.

He looked into her eyes and grasped her slender neck in his grip. He could see the fear which had crept up in her sleepy eyes, his lips curled up in a sadistic smile and squeezed it some more. 

Just a snap and her delicate neck could break, he thought with malice. Just a little more pressure and she could be freed from her pitiful existence.

But he needed her; her body was his property. His to break or make! 

He tightened his grip over her neck until her face was congested and red. 

Her hands were desperately trying to loosen his grip, but her puny efforts had no fruitful outcome. Her failing attempts and struggle were only making him harder. 

Haya was in a difficult situation, his massive body over her pelvis had already immobilised her, and his tightening grip over her neck was only making it unbearable. 

' Does he hate me that much ? ', she thought and her eyes watered. His pressure over her windpipe was making her breathing laboured. 

She saw him pulling out his member from his shorts with a corner of her eye and felt his knees parting her thighs. 

She was still struggling to free her neck from his grip when she felt herself being invaded by his s*x. He had made no attempts to excite her or even to

apply any sort of lubrication. Her insides were dry when he invaded them, and that only paramount her suffering. 

'Zafar... please', she couldn't stop herself anymore from begging for mercy from him. Her eyes were brimming with tears. 

'Please what?' he asked and thrust inside. He loved it when she begged for mercy from him.

'Let me.... breathe... please', she finally managed in a hoarse voice. Her breathing was more critical at that time than her soring private parts.

He smiled evilly to that and released her neck, leaving her coughing. 

His attention now was on her breasts with pink, perky n*****s; they had never failed to gain his attention. He engulfed one of them, in his warm mouth and sucked it hard, while he continued pounding her.

Haya was quietly bearing his vicious attack on her fragile body and prayed silently for it to finish fast. 

He thrust inside her for some more time, and soon she felt him releasing himself inside her. He pulled himself out and moved from above her. 

After a while, she got up to clean herself; and by the time she returned, he was already fast asleep. 

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In the next few weeks, the reality dawned heavily on Haya. 

She realised his hate for her and the family, was only progressing and it was mainly due to this marriage which he had never wanted. He was forced into this by her mother!

'Oh, mother! Why did you do that? I could have happily spent my life without ever getting married; my family was enough for me ', she often thought sadly.

She realised Zafar was a different person than what she had imagined him to be. He was a heartless and a cruel man, with no shreds of emotions.

He wanted things to be done in a particular way and was usually intolerant towards any mistakes, deliberate or otherwise. Every mistake deserved a punishment, she finally learnt. She doubted if he ever does a thing without a motive.

Probably he wasn't aware of the term 'forgiveness ', at least he had never forgiven her for any of her mistakes.

She was somehow, always scared of him now and dreaded his proximity, in which she had ever suffered one way or the other.

She often wondered if her love for him was that weak! How could her feelings change so fast for him? But how was her heart suppose to bear such trauma in his hands! 

She pitied her poor heart and consoled it often for its broken state. It was only appropriate not to let it suffer more in his hands.

She distinctly remembers the period, which wasn't so long ago, when she could have waited the whole day, just to have his single glimpse.

Wasn't this all she had ever wanted? 

To be his wife? And now that she was, was she regretting it? She didn't know the answer to that anymore!

She wondered if she cared more for him, would he start caring for her in return? Maybe he isn't aware of her feelings. How would she know if she didn't try it! 

She desperately wanted things to normalise between them. She wanted him to love and cherish her. After all, he was all she was left with now.

If he could not bring himself to love her, can't he even respect her as his wife? 

The life which she was living currently and his attitude, was slowly breaking her from insides.

She decided to put more efforts into this relationship. Maybe he would realise her love and accept her someday. 

So she tried to express her love to him in different ways, but the contempt his eyes held for her, just made her want to retreat in a corner and never come out. 

Zafar had never smiled at her or given her any indication that he cared for her. All she had ever received from him was admonition and suffering. 

She eventually let go of her efforts to express her love; she realised he would probably never appreciate it. Why would he? It was she who needed his mercy. 

With passing time, the only thing she desired was the distance from him!

He never talked to her unless it was indispensable and similarly she had also never initiated unless he addressed her. They were like two strangers walking together on a journey. 

Haya silently completed her duties as a wife, while

he just tried to stay away from her as much as he could. Because, every time he saw her, a strange desire to hurt her, had found its way in his cold heart. 

She tried hard to be a good wife; she did as he told her to do. 

She missed her family dearly, and it only got potentiated by his rude and insensitive behaviour. 

Once she requested him to allow her to talk to her mother, as this was the first time, she had left her home. But his reaction was so drastic; she vowed never to ask him again. 

Probably, it's for best, she thought and cried off their memories. 

How would they feel if they had even the slightest idea of Zafar's cruel behaviour towards her? It would undoubtedly break their heart.

Hasn't she hurt them enough by her thoughtlessness?

No..no..I don't want them to suffer more.

It's for best that I don't call them, she thought with tearful eyes.

Within the next few weeks, she was finally able to set into a routine.

She used to get up early in the mornings, and after offering her morning salah, she started her daily chores. He hated it if she ever gets up late.

After cleaning the house, she used to prepare his breakfast before he leaves for his office. 

After many punishments and broken plates, she finally learned that he disliked spicy and cold food, so she tried her best to avoid those two at all costs. He needed coffee in his bed and tea at the breakfast table. He liked his toast burned and eggs soft boiled.

It was not like he told her these things, but she learnt them after multiple failed attempts at other things. 

She was extra careful and was always on her toes when he was around. 

The time when he finally leaves for his office was when she was finally able to breathe freely.

But it was mainly spent sleeping as during the nights; he hardly let her sleep. 

After spending a few months of married life with him, she was now mindful of his hatred for her and her family. 

Although Haya had never wanted it to be like that, since she was already married to him, she decided to make her marriage work. 

Hasn't she prayed hard and cried in front of God, to be his wife !! 

Now that she was his wife, she must at least honour her words. Therefore, Haya strived hard to adjust herself in his life. 

She tried her best to look presentable at all times, kept the house clean and prepare whatever little dishes she knew, for him. 

She knew from before that he liked to eat good food. 

So during the day, she used to experiment and try new food recipes, and if they were satisfactory, she used to put it on the table for dinner. 

In hopes that maybe someday he would appreciate her efforts, and if not perhaps his behaviour would soften a bit towards her.

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