Submission

8

Haya sat with Zafar in the passenger seat, while a shield separated the driver's portion.

She looked out the window and thought about the events which had happened in the past 24 hours. 

It was nothing short of a roller coaster ride, but

Haya was finally married to Zafar. 

It was her most earnest wish becoming true. 

She was still in a daze of what had happened to her. Everything around her had moved so fast; she was still trying to catch up. All she focused upon was that she was married to Zafar! 

She winced from her insides, thinking about the events which happened back at the hotel and closed her eyes, making a tear escape. She quickly wiped it off; she didn't want to upset him by her tears.

She was still busy in her thoughts, when the car suddenly halted in front of a building, making her bump her head on the front seat.

She tried to rub her forehead, which hurt a little, as a reflex, her gaze turned towards him and found him glaring at her. She consciously lowered her eyes and looked away; she was hoping for some caring words at least if not actions. Maybe he is hesitant, they have just got married!

He looked at her thin body, curled up in a corner on the other side. 

Apart from her simple wedding outfit, she wasn't wearing any other jewellery as he demanded. He didn't want any of their 'favours' anymore as he might end up paying more dearly later.

She was still looking beautiful, even with the bare makeup.

But what's a beauty worth of, without a character!! 

All her beauty faded in his eyes, and his admiring gaze turned into a hard stare.

They had reached his apartment, where he was planning to stay until her document and paperwork were completed. 

He asked her to follow him and left the car. 

She was surprised at finding herself outside a building. 

Weren't they supposed to go to the airport? What are they doing here? 

She followed him into an apartment and wondered. 

He gestured towards the washroom and 

asked her to freshen up and change her clothes.  

She did as he asked her to do, and by the time she came out of the washroom, he was already laying on the bed. 

His forearm covered his eyes; she could only see his lower half of the face. 

She quietly came and sat on the side chair. 

She thought to message her mother about the recent change in their schedule and took out her phone from her handbag. 

She was typing the message when Zafar snatched the phone away from her hands. 

'What are you doing ?' he asked her sternly. She was surprised by his sudden action, and in reflex, she moved back afraid.

'I ..I was messaging mom ', she slowly replied. His intimidating persona and the harsh tone was scaring her somehow.

He seemed angry since morning; she thought while looking at his angry features. She had always seen him neutral or sometimes serious, occasionally smiling at her father, but never angry.

She had never felt uncomfortable around him before, why was that changing suddenly? 

'From now on, the only relative you have is ME. ', he lifted her chin with a lone finger and said while staring hard into her eyes.

She was shocked at his statement, 'what..what  do you mean ?' She stuttered and asked. His proximity made her heart flutter inside her chest. 

'You would have no more contact with your family, that was the only condition under which we had got married. And your parents had gladly accepted that ', he told her with a straight face, observing her for any reaction.

'No...it can't be. Mom would never do that ', She was unable to believe his words. She knew how dearly her parents loved her; they could never part away from her. 

Suddenly, he grabbed her hair in a tight fist and pulled her towards him, earning a hissing sound from her. Their nose was almost touching, and she could feel his warm breath over her face. 

' I would not repeat myself. Take it as a warning for the first and the last time. And trust me, you wouldn't want to anger me.', he said, looking into her now shocked and tearful eyes. 

She was shocked to see him like that! He wasn't the same Zafar! He seemed someone else. His angry eyes held no care, or admiration but hatred for her. How could he hate her like that? What have she done?

She was scared of this new person, who was her husband now.

She missed her mother and her father's protection. How would she live with him with this hatred? She had never been hated before, all she had ever received was love and care from others. 

He tugged at her hair again, harder this time, as if waiting for an acknowledgement from her.

'Please...leave me back home...I wish to go back.', she whispered slowly, trying to retreat from him. She was close to breaking down by his cruelty.

'Hahaha...', Zafar loosened his grip for a moment and laughed hard. 

'They don't want you anymore', he told her sarcastically,' your mother had begged me to marry you. So that they could have some face left in front of the society.'

She just looked in disbelief at him, now everything made sense. She lowered her eyes to hide her escaping tears. Her proud mother had begged him to marry her! It was all her fault, her stupidity and thoughtlessness had brought this calamity on herself and her family. 

'Take off your clothes and come to the bed', he told her. 

She was again left in shock by hearing his words. 

'It's our wedding night after all ', he said with a clenched jaw.

Finding her still seated, he got impatient, 'FAST!'

'Zafar.... please...', she requested him. She had just been through a traumatic experience and she needed sometime to prepare herself for her new life and her role as his wife. 

And she made the mistake of looking up to his formidable presence moving dangerously towards her.

She gulped and inched backwards, to get away from him.

Zafar was a tall, dark man with the muscular body while Haya was of a thin built with delicate features and a fair-skin.

When he moved towards her, it seemed as if a hunter was cornering its helpless prey. 

Haya didn't expect that wedding night with her beloved Zafar would be like this. She had hoped for loving words and care from him, if nothing else he could atleast comfort her by his words.

She went into a shock, seeing  'her' Zafar like this. Her mind stopped thinking, and her body froze at a place. That was not what she had expected.

While, Zafar was burning in the agony of being used by her family. He had given them all that he could, and despite that, they blackmailed him into marrying their 'tainted' daughter! 

His veins were popping out in anger, thinking about that. 

Blood is indeed thicker than water! 

They proved it finally!

But marrying their princess to him was their biggest mistake! They would soon realise that.

He would make sure that they also burn in the same agony as he was in right now. The pain which they had given him,  he would return the same to their beloved daughter. 

He could clearly see that the girl in front was scared of him! 

She was right to be afraid, because all she would ever receive from him would be pain and suffering!

She constantly moved back, trying to increase the distance between them, and to avoid the unavoidable. 

But he scaled it constantly, unwillingly to show any mercy to the helpless girl in front of him. Afterall she was the main reason for his suffering and he hated her with all his might. 

Finally, she was within his reach. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her towards the bed. 

He could feel that her body was shaking out of fear, but that didn't deter him from his decision to claim her.

'Zafar please...', she pleaded.

Haya was paralysed in fear, how could he do that to her? Wasn't she his wife now? Wasn't he supposed to protect and cherish her? 

He undressed her until she wore nothing, but her underwear. She was too scared to protest while he seemed determined.

'Zafar...please...I am not ready...give me sometime please ', she slowly held his thick and calloused one's in her softer ones, trying to stop him and slowly requested. She looked hopefully into his black bottomless orbs, which were devoid of any emotions.

'You looked quite prepared when you went to that hotel with your boyfriend! For your husband, you aren't ready? ', he said with such contempt, she was frozen to her core. 

She finally decided to say something in her defence, 'It's not what you are thinking Zafar', she whispered. 

But his heart had closed off long back for her. Therefore all her excuses and justifications were falling on deaf ears. He didn't care about them; he doesn't need them anymore. She was his wife, his to possess and claim.

Without giving any ear to her statement, he was busy in undressing himself now. 

She had no words left anymore; she lowered her head in shame.

With a sudden jerk, he threw her on the bed and loomed over.

She was taken aback with his sudden action.

He swiftly moved and positioned himself over her.

Haya was shaking like a leaf, out of fear of what's coming ahead. Her eyes were already brimming with tears, by his cruel words and heartless actions.

Wasn't it what she wanted, to marry him? 

NO! She had never wanted it like this, her inner voice protested.

Zafar could feel her trembling body beneath him, but his heart was already hardened for the poor girl, and he ignored her silent pleas. 

Without wasting much time, he tore her undergarments and parted her thighs. He rubbed his s*x over hers, while he looked into her eyes, which were now overflowing with tears. 

Her quivering lips were trying hard not to beg him for mercy. But he couldn't care less.

He felt her dryness below and inserted a finger inside her, trying to make it wet for him.

She gasped at his sudden invasion of her body and squirmed under him, trying to remove his finger. 

'Zafar ..please ...no ', she groaned shamefully, she felt as if he was trying to hurt her on purpose by his rough movements.  

He held both her wrists in his one hand, while his other hands were still below. He pinned her under his weight and glared hard at her squirming form,  forcing her to still. But her tears had a will of their own, and they began their free fall. 

'Don't fight me, I don't want to hurt you on our first night', he warned her menacingly and claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss.

Suddenly she felt his another finger, joining the first one. She cried out in pain and turned her face away, breaking away from the kiss.

'Please...it's very painful ', she groaned in a hoarse voice.  

Assessing her size by his fingers, he wondered how she would ever be able to accommodate him, but that's none of his concern. All he wanted was to f**k her! Giving her an insight into what her future days would be like.

He was getting harder by the passing second, and her constant writhing movements under his body only aggravated it. Her soft body felt like a soft cushion under his, the site of her full breasts pressed against his chest only increased his lust to possess her, to brand her body as his.

Zafar removed his fingers, and she took a breath of relief, thinking that he had finally shown mercy.

Seeing her releasing a sigh of relief, he smiled evilly and positioned his s*x over her entrance and gave a hard push,' This is just the beginning, Wife'. 

His rod stretched her virgin walls to the hilt, emanating a soft cry from her, 

'Zafar..please...stop....', He placed his palm over her mouth and muffled her voice.

'Sshhhh', he warned her with his stern eyes.

After taking care of her cries and pleas, he pushed himself harder inside her. 

With few more thrusts, he was entirely inside her.

While she stilled in her place with the intense pain, her body just underwent. She felt as if her lower body was torn into two by his massive organ. 

He released his grip over her mouth to allow her to breathe, while he pushed deeper inside her.

'Please...leave me', she was crying profusely; the pain was too much for her to bear.

'Leave me...Zafar...I hate you ... I hate you. ', she said whatever came to her mind to make him leave her and began hitting his chest with her tiny fists.

' Don't worry, the feelings are mutual ', he answered while looking into her tearful eyes and gave a deep thrust. 

She suddenly stilled in her place; her body had seized moving anymore. She knew that she didn't mean her words; she had just wanted him to leave her. 

But, he said that he hated me !! He hated me! 

She zoned out for a moment, while her body still rocked by his thrusts.

He moved and gave faster and deeper strokes. Her tight v****a was a bliss. He felt intoxicated by the pure lust he felt for her. He hated her, but how was it even possible to have such feelings for her, he wondered.

Her body seemed a right way of venting his anger out, he decided finally. At least something good came out of all this. With that he bit her hard on her shoulder, while continuing thrusting her below.

His bite, made her cry out loud and she begged for mercy from him.

But he was lost in the pure ecstasy being inside her and didn't lend a ear to her cries.

He felt like never leaving his newly found abode. 

But her tightness didn't allow him to last long and soon he came inside her. 

He soon moved away from her, freeing her from her miseries. He was panting heavily after this intense session. While she quickly covered her naked body with the blanket and turned away from him. He could clearly hear her sobs, until she finally drifted away to sleep after a while.

Later in the night, he shook her sleeping form to awareness, and  claimed her again, and this time he was sure he wasn't coming anytime soon.

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