Possession

8. Marriage

Both of them were in the car, going back to haveli. Her head was resting against the headrest of the seat and her eyes closed. Her long lashes shadowing her milky cheeks. She looked calm outside, but a chaos was running inside her.

Her mind flashed to the horrid memories of just fifteen minutes ago, which her system wasn't digesting.

Flashback

"Wh..at?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes, senorita. I will fuck you right here right now on this table or we will have our nikkah right here and right now," he said so calmly and coolly as if he was not discussing about their nikkah.

She can't believe it. Her brain wasn't accepting the predicament she was currently in. Was he really asking about nikkah? No! I would never let him do anything!

"No," she shook her head frantically, "No! you can't do that. No!" she shrieked.

His eyes suddenly turned dark. His pupils dilated occupying the grey of his eyes.

"Trust me, Zahra. Trust me with this, I can and I will," He spoke with a certainty in his voice that she knew he will do what he said. His words weren't haunting her but his eyes were. The intensity in them shot her heartbeat.

She took a shaky breath to calm her nerves down. But her frenzy nerves weren't in her control. Every breath she took came out shaky and shivery. Her heart was running a wild race inside her chest. Her insides were shivering. She only wanted someone to pinch her and say that it was a bad dream.

"No, it's a bad dream. No! it's not happening with me. No!" she cried in disbelief.

"Please, say it's a bad dream. Please," her voice held pure desperation. She was being insane. Her sanity was running out. She so much wanted that someone can comfort her by saying, 'it's a bad dream.' comfort her by saying, 'all of this is not happening,' comfort her by saying, 'you will wake up,'

He stood up from his chair after listening to her words and slowly made her way towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, seeing him coming towards her, confirming her it's not a bad dream, this all was happening and this was reality.

He stood by her chair and slowly bring his hand close to her face to which she flinched as an instinct. He ignored it and slightly grazed the back of his finger on her white cheek.

"No, senorita, it's not a dream," he huskily said.

"And you are running out of your time," he retreated his hand back and dipped it inside his pocket.

Now she knew she has no place to go. She can't outrun him. Never in even an alcoholic state, she would let anyone touch her. No, he cannot allow him to rip his innocence away before marriage. She will kill herself with her own bare hands if something like that happened. By hook or by crook she will have to do as he says. The cards are in his hands. She has no authority over anything.

"I will... will marry you."

Flashback ends

A lone tear escaped her eye. The tip of her nose was pink and her eyes were swollen. She was crying but from inside she could only feel this.

Numbness.

She was numb, totally numb. She was not feeling anything. Rather, she does not know how to feel and react in such a situation.