His Prisoner 21+

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The next day, Emaan woke up and found herself naked in the bed, alone. Arzal didn't do anything with her last night, but only embraced her tightly and slept.

He himself doesn't know what has been happening to him. He never engages intimately with a woman in his own bed, holding a belief that a woman is slave, destined to be at her owner's feet. He had already broken that rule for Emaan, but now, he has even shared his bed with her without any impure intentions.

She saw a box next to her with a note, "Wear this. And come down for breakfast. -A.M"

She quickly freshened up and got ready in the lightly embroidered blue shalwar kameez.

Nervously, she descended down the stairs. She didn't know to face him after yesterday's events. She was extremely humiliated that she did not stop him from holding her last night.

As she made her way to the dining hall, Arzal came into her view. Cloaked in a sleek black coat and pants, he immersed himself in a newspaper, a limited edition Rolex adorning his wrist. Everything about him shouted wealth and luxury.

"Have a seat." He gestured her without taking his eyes off the newspaper.

She silently took her seat near him. She began taking bites of the breakfast that was already served in her plate. Her eyes fell on his arms; he has taken off the bandage.

He set aside the newspaper, and his gaze, void of expression, wandered all over her.

Under the weight of his penetrating gaze, Emaan lost her appetite and she rose from her seat.

Arzal too stood up and gripped her arm in a painful grip. "Listen to me, don't show me this attitude!"

She winced in pain and looked at him in confusion.

"Just forget whatever happened last night. And it would be better for you. Apne chote se dimaagh ko zyada mat chalana." (Do not work up your tiny brain too much.)

Tears welled up in her eyes. Despite her own fears and humiliations, she cared for him throughout the night.

"C-can I..can I go home, please?"

"Can I fuck you, first?" He flashed a forced smile in her direction.

Before she could react, he turned her around and bent her on the table.

She tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he held tightly in place.

"I don't wan-

"Shut up!"

"Apni jagah bhool gayi hai tu." (You have forgotten you place.)

"Let me remind you."

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He pulled down her shalwar and his own pants.

Emaan began to sob loudly, she placed her hands on the table to support herself.

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Emaan felt extremely humiliated. She felt like dying. "L-leave me..pl-please."

"Okay." With that he freed her body from his grip and she fell instantly down on the floor due to the lack of energy.

She curled herself into a ball and began to cry vigorously. "Why-why are ..y-you doing this..to me?"

"See what happens when you try to get away from me?"

"You fall. That's what happens"

He crouched over her and fixed her shalwar.

"You need me. A man who can protect you, balance you."

"You only need me."

Anger simmered within her, she sat up and glared at him who in return, smiled at her.

To Arzal, she was looking angry less and cute more; her big watery eyes, her dark pink nose and cheeks, her wobbling chin.

But what she did next, wiped off his smile and his anger knew no bounds.