𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑

2| the moon and you

She was like the moon -
part of her was always hidden away.
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Benazir stumbled upon the worn out piece of cloth, her body bent down to her front. Trying to balance her self she clutched onto the nearest thing she could find with closed eyes and a desperate heart.

"Allah!" She whispered chanting Almighty's name.

Her eyes tightly shut and her fingers digging in something soft yet firm. Her hands clutched onto the fabric of that something as she braced herself for the fall.

"Careful." The rougish whisper had her.

The way it sounded so close, so soft and so much more closer raced her heartbeats.

Her already half bent frame fell forward aiming for the ground. Her hands held his forearms tightly clenching the muscles in a manner as if it would help her.

Her heart jumped inside it's cage when the same arms softly snaked around her petitle frame slowly and gradually.

"Careful, meri jaan. Don't want you getting hurt because of your clumsiness." The same voice repeated.

It was getting hard for her to control her racing heartbeats. The situation was getting out of her hand, all the fuzziness that she had been feeling were getting heightened every moment he tried to knock on the doors of her heart.

"Even though it is cute but it's dangerous, Benazir." He grovelled.

Taking a deep breath in, Benazir tried freeing herself from his soft and warm embrace.

Softly engulfing her more into his arms, pulling her towards him by her small waist, he sniffed her scent. His nose near her ear, hands weaving through her dark curtain of hairs.

Benazir Fadel for the very first time felt like she was in deep danger. She was going too deep into something she couldn't find way out and it was scaring her.

To herself she had always been just a tawaif that she'd heard people call her but was it really true ? To herself she was trying to be what other saw as a true woman, a woman who was devoted to her God, worked on her morals and religious knowledge.

But was it enough for society to look at her with a non-judgemental eyes filled with praise? No. It was the same for her like any other woman who sell their body.

She was included in one of those categories. She was included as the woman who sell her body to men to gain pleasure and the khwahish that they all talk about.

She clenched her eyes tightly, hot trail of tears trying to fall freely through those dark alluring eyes.

"Faris." Her voice came out as a broken whisper making the man halt his action.

"Faris, Please." The words came out as a sob as he softly parted a little to look at the gorgeous face of the woman who had him on his knees even without trying.

"Please." She broke down as the words escape her.

The last ounce of patience she had broke free with the moisture that drenched her rosy cheeks now. Her eyes tightly shut, her long slender fingers digging into his forearm.

His heart clenched looking at her. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to pull her away with him out of this jahannum and create a jannat of his own in this very duniya with her.