BENAZIRA

HABIBA

Benazira's state was in the worst form it has ever been.

Her heart was beating so hard, and her stomach churned in anxiety.

She called it the agha Husseyn.

Agha husseyn was her and Darvish' strict Quran teacher, who would yell at the slightest mistake that was committed by the students.

She would get this feeling whenever she had his lessons.

That's how she named the feeling of having your stomach make backflips.

Right now she had the same feeling, but way worse.

His mouth explored hers in hunger, sucking and biting, as his hands traveled places.

He pulled away for a second to take his shirt off, and Benazira immediately pulled her skirt down as she scurried away.

She turned around so her stomach was facing the bed, and she started pulling herself away.

She was so weak, since her body was so exhausted.

Loud yelps and whimpers released out of her, as she barely pulled herself away from him.

He had taken his shirt off a while ago, as he now stared at her pathetic attempt of getting away.

He let her be, and watched for a couple of seconds.

Sobs broke out of her, as she tried to get up and run away, but she couldn't

She had never felt this tired.

She looked at the door in despair, wishing that teleportation existed so she could teleport there.

Her hands reached to grab the mattress again, but this time her legs were pulled back, making her yelp in helplessness.

He placed her crotch against his, and when he was about to raise the skirt once again, they both heard someone entering the house.

Amir froze, as he huffed in annoyance.

Benazira also went silent, causing her tears to dry.

Hope was returned, and she thanked her Lord a thousand times.

"Nazo!" Darvish yelled from downstairs.

Before Benazira could even react, she feels her mouth getting covered.

"Don't even think about it... if you do anything to go against me, I swear to you, I will fuck you while your brother is home." He whispers in her ear, making her cry out against his hand.
"Understand?" He questions, as his head turns to look at her from the back.

She nods her head slowly, as a cry falls out from her as a muffle.

He smiles at her obedience, and then leans in to kiss the side of her forehead.

"Nazo, are you there?" Suddenly they hear a knock at the door of the room their in, as Darvish' voice comes by after.

Amir's hand was still on Benazira's mouth, as he frowned.

He was not afraid of Darvish, he just really did not want to be caught in this situation with his wife by her brother.

It was not modest, it went against his morals.

He had a sister himself, so he would not go that far.

"Better answer him, Nazire." Amir warned unclearly, as he removed his hand from her mouth.
"Sorry la la, I'm coming out in a sec!" Benazira forced out, as she turned to look at Amir.

He also look at her, as he smirked evilly.

She felt so embarrassed to be in this situation, she just wanted the earth to swallow her.

"Sayda." Darvish responded, but none of the two, Amir or Benazira, payed attention to that.

(Alright.)

They were intensely looking at each other.

Benazira's eyebrows were narrowed, as she had those pitiful teary eyes that were looking into his evil ones.

He got up as he pulled his pants up hurriedly.

Benazira sat on the bed, looking down to her lap, not having the courage to face him.

Her gaze would shift from her lap to her wool socks, then to her hands.

He grabbed his shirt and put it on quickly, time to time looking at his wife.

It was not his intention to go as far as almost consummating the marriage.

The deed that felt like a very distant future to him, but now it could be tomorrow or the day after.

He only wanted to meet her, and ask her about her well-being.

He had been working so much, to the point that it had made him completely burnt out.

No one can blame a man for wanting to meet with his wife after such a long time.

What made him go this far was her reaction.

It irked him.

She was his, and he was hers.

But yet she acted as if he was a stranger.

Her behavior made him do bad stuff, only to prove her that he had a right on her.

He still had not told his mother about Benazira, and it was starting to eat him.

He just wanted to get over it.

Time to time he would remind himself that this marriage was for the sake of unveiling his desires for Benazira.

He wasn't in love with Benazira, or so he thought.

He wouldn't divorce her, that wasn't his plan.

He chose to marry her, and it would be cowardly if he decided to divorce her.

He was fully clothed as he now looked at her in silence.

Wasn't this the purpose of having a wife?

Watching the man go crazy over the slightest thing his wife did?

And at times feeling peace knowing that the woman belonged to him.

Amir wondered in his mind, as he looked at the door, then back at Benazira.

"I'm leaving now. Don't do anything stupid." He mutters a bit loudly, as he stares at her blankly.

Benazira does not even attempt to look up slightly, her gaze was glued to her lap.

A minute passed by, and he was still standing there in silence.

Feeling like she was about to explode from the intensity, she finally looked up your see what he was doing.

Their eyes met, and the world stopped for them.

Once again, for different reasons.

The world stopped for Amir, because he got to look at her eyes.

And the world stopped for Benazira, in fear of Amir finishing what he started before Darvish arrived.

But that was not his plan.

He approached her, and as he leans in by lowering his back, he kisses her goodbye.

Her eyes close as soon as his lips connect with hers, and her eyes open when he pulls away.

"Till next time, habiba."