His Prisoner 21+

11

The next day passed quickly. Thankfully, Arzal did not bother her. Anum called her back, but she wasn't well so Emaan chose to not ask her anything.

She was again waiting for Arzal outside the school. She did not see Hina, she heard from some students that Hina has transferred to a different school. Guilt consumed her because she knows the reason why.

It was getting a bit dark again, but she kept on sitting on the bench. He made it clear to her two days ago. "Chahe me puri raat hi kyun na lagadun, tu mera wait karti rahegi." (Even I take the whole night, you have to keep on waiting for me.)

She was lost in her thoughts when someone covered her eyes from behind. Emaan squealed in surprise.

Arzal came in front of her and handed her a rose "Mere gulaab ke liye gulaab." (A rose for my rose.)

She hesitantly took it from him.

He wrapped his hand around her waist and guided her to the car.

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Emaan entered the bedroom with Arzal. Her eyes went to the fancy, heavy embroidered gown shalwar kameez laid out on the bed.

"Wear it. This is for you."

She looked at him nervously.

"We're going to an event."

"I-I don't wear-

He interrupted her, "I know you don't like fancy clothes, but it's an event. All my business associates will be there."

"Oh-kay."

He glanced at his Rolex, "the beauticians would be here in a few minutes. They'll get you ready."

Emaan frowned, "but it will take long at the event. What will I tell my family? And I also have school tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it, Jaana. For you family, you'll be staying at your sister's house." He chuckled, laughing at his own mendacity.

"As for your school, I'm make sure the school doesn't open tomorrow for anyone." An arrogant smirk was plastered on his face.

This is not even the least of it, Emaan doesn't know the power he holds.

"I have to some work to do, I'll pick you up soon." Placing a kiss on her forehead, he exited the room.

She sighed looking at the dress.

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Emaan glanced in the mirror with discomfort; the makeup was overly bold—deep eyeshadow, rich red lipstick, and various unfamiliar products.

Caught in a dilemma, she debated whether to remove the caked-up makeup, feeling as if her face were overly layered. Yet, washing it off meant facing Arzal's displeasure.

Holding the ends of her frock, she walked to the washroom. She splashed water on her face, rubbing away the makeup. It took a while, but eventually, she felt her skin breathe anew.

Emaan walked into the room and started looking through the makeup kit the beauticians brought. She found kajal for her eyes and tried to find a lighter lipstick, but there were only dark shades. So, she took a bit of dark red lipstick on her finger and applied it to her lips. After a few moments in front of the mirror, she smiled, happy with how the improvised lighter shade of lipstick turned out and content with her makeup.

Since she couldn't switch her clothes, she took joy and pride in changing her makeup. It might be a small thing, but it felt like a little bit of freedom to her.

Taking a final glance at herself in the mirror, Emaan left the room and descended the stairs. Arzal, dressed in a black Armani suit, had his back turned while engrossed in a call.

As the sound of footsteps reached him, Arzal turned around, and his reaction was one of astonishment. Emaan, without any makeup, appeared like a beautiful angel effortlessly. He noticed she had washed away her makeup, but it didn't bother him; in fact, he found her face more appealing without any products. Her natural innocence radiated, leaving him captivated.

Emaan, feeling anxious about Arzal's reaction to her makeup-free face, looked at him with uncertainty, hoping he wouldn't be upset. To her surprise, Arzal warmly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His minty breath delicately grazed her face.

"Qatal karna chah rahi ho mera? You look gorgeous." He said. (Are you trying to kill me?)

Jan-E-Tamanna Jan-E-Ada Tujhe Jaisa Hai Socha Paya Wohi
Suraj Si Kirnon Sa Ek Chehra Dekha Hai Tum Sa Maine Nahi
Meri Mohabbat Ka Har Lamha Tujhme Hi Gum Sa Gaya
Na Main Hu Aashiq Na Main Deewana Keh Do Mujhe Jo Piya
(Desire of my heart, the essence of my style, found you just as I had imagined,
Like the sun's rays, I've seen a face like yours, never before
Every moment of my love got lost in you like a shadow,
I'm not a lover, nor am I crazy; just say whatever you want, my beloved.)

Emaan, feeling a bit nervous, lowered her eyes and took a gulp, a rosy blush coloring her face. It was the first time a man had complimented her like that, especially in such close proximity. Arzal smiled, enjoying her reaction.

"Let's go."

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After a while, Arzal brought the car to a stop. He turned to Emaan, who sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands resting on her lap.
He put his hand in his pocket and took out a small black velvet jewelry box.

"Emaan." She gasped out of surprise and looked at him. She realized that they have reached their destination.

Arzal opened the box and took out the diamond ring from it.

"Give me your hand." He commanded her.

Perplexed, she extended her hand towards him. With a gentle smile, he took the diamond ring and carefully placed it on the third finger of her left hand.

"If anybody ask you about our relationship, you tell them that you're my fiancée. And do not tell anyone your age if they ask." He told her in a stern tone.

"Yyes." She gulped and replied stuttering.

When does she not stutter?
Her unease around him is evident in her speech, with words faltering in his presence. The fear he has instilled makes it difficult for her to converse without stumbling.

"Good girl. Let's go."

As they entered the venue, it was well-guarded, with vigilant security personnel posted at every corner, ensuring a thorough protection of the surroundings.

Arzal's hand rested protectively on Emaan's waist. Second thoughts crept into his mind about bringing her here, where she would be exposed to everyone's scrutiny. A surge of possessiveness overwhelmed him as he became increasingly protective of her.