Infatuated Desire

His Fear

"Asfand your eyes are telling me that I have a mistake in whatever just happened?"

Sanam was telling him running behind him. Ignoring her, he was dashing towards his room taking long strides.

It had been quite late when they came back home so the whole house was in complete silence. And no one was there to listen to them.

"Asfand, nothing is like that the way you are thinking. That man forcefully grabbed me by my arm."

On his silence, she has to explain it by herself. But in her response, he loudly shut the door behind himself and went ahead.

"Asfand say something. Why are you silent?"

Now she shouted at him.

"You are not that modest and innocent so don't need to justify yourself. Give your justification to those who know you."

He said in his poisonous-filled tone. Sanam was shocked at this.

"By the way where did he touch you.....here.....he touched you here."

He traced her arm with the back of his hand. While his fiery eyes were boring holes in her.

Feeling his touch on her arm, a strange wave of sensation ran down her whole body.

"I am asking you something, God dame it. Answer me."

Now he took her both arms in his tight hold by applying pressure on it he pulled her delicate figure closer to himself.

On his jerking her as if she came to her senses and without answering him she was trying her attempt to free herself from his grasp.

But his hold on her was as hard as stone.

"He touched you here, right? Or here?"

He was painfully caressing her soft and smooth cheeks. Not only his demeanor but his tone was also pricking her.

"What nonsense you are saying. Let me go."

With her red face, she was squirming in his grip. Now this man was testing her patience.

"My talks seem nonsense to you and what about him? You were enjoying all his intimacy and his touching you.... now answer me."

He grasped her hair in his tight fist and pulled it. Right now a fire was burning inside of him. And along with himself, he was making her burn in it.

"What feels good to me and when not that's none of your business?"

Because of his harsh grip on her hair, her eyes got filled with water. She was painfully biting on her lip to suppress her sobbing.

"It's my business.....it is...... because I am your husband. And you are my so-called wife."

Now he harshly clutched her face in his strong hand. While his other hand was still cruelly squeezing her by her arm.

Her answer just evoked the fire burning inside of him. And he didn't try a bit to hide it from her.

"And a self-respected man like me can't tolerate seeing his wife entangled in the arms of another man and that too in front of him."

He stressed on his every single word and further leaned on her face by taking his lips near her ear.

"And despite the fact he has a paper marriage with his wife then it doesn't matter."

He whispered in her ear and his lips were caressing the tip of her ear.

"Leave me and stay away from me. You all men are the same. You all just have one intention."

As if a current ran down her body on feeling his warm lips touch on her earlobe. She shouted from her heart out and freed herself from his grasp.

"What do you think I have some intention from you?"

He, who was completely lost in the beautiful scent oozing out of her body, came back to his senses on her shouting. Getting enraged, he again clutched her by her waist and yanked her closer to himself.

She, who was not ready for this mistake, now straightly collided with his chest.

"Not anyone. And let me go."

Now Sanam also got angry. Instead of listening to her, he was accusing her.

"By the way, you should also give me an opportunity to let me touch you. After all, I am your husband and rich as well."

He wasn't getting what he was saying to her in his wrath and jealousy. If he comprehended it then he never would have said anything like that.

It's perhaps his anger which he was suppressing for six years and now it seems he couldn't hold it anymore and venting it out on her.

"Stop it Asfand, I can't think of you having such a lower and cheap thinking."

Applying her full force, she pushed him back and moved forward.

"Let me tell you what cheap man actually is, only then perhaps your misunderstanding will be cleared."

With the speed of light, he took her in his hold, and without giving her an opportunity he captured her lips and stayed kissing her ravishingly.

He tightly entangled his fingers in Sanam's hair. While his other hand was wrapped around her waist.

Seeing his mercilessness, Sanam's eyes became watery.

She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him back and she was successful in her efforts.

"Please Asfand, don't do any such thing which will make you regret it later on."

With tears in her eyes, she was pleading to him while steadying her uneven breathing. But her tears were not affecting the one in front of her.

"From so many days you have been living here as my wife, now this is how you are naming my nobility. Then fine, today I will show you what cheap man actually is."

Without giving her an opportunity, he pushed her to the bed, and sliding down the hem of her saari he hovered over her.

"Please Asfand leave me. Don't do this."

Sanam's breathing hitched on seeing him bending on her chest and feeling the touch of his lips there.

Either she was putting her hand on his chest to try to separate him from herself or she was trying to free herself from his clutches.

But his hold was strong on her.

Seeing her continuous resistance, Asfand grabbed her hands, and tightening his hold on her he took her hands to the pillow.

Sanam's delicate body was pressed down under his muscular body.

She was wriggling and squirming in his tight hold like a wounded bird. Asfand became a blind eye to her tears and her sobbing.

If Asfand was remembering something then it was that party scene that was still flashing in front of his eyes.

To him, it felt that Sanam will again leave him because of someone else. And this all was beyond his tolerance so now again he can't let her go from his life.