As they entered the room, Anum's heart raced.
Irtaza seated her on the bed and, with his eyes fixed on her, he unbuttoned his sherwani while Anum kept her gaze lowered.
He moved towards her, his eyes dark with lust. Anum clutched her lehenga tightly and gulped in fear.
Taking a seat beside her, Irtaza removed the veil from her head.
"Iirt.irtaza.me" - Anum tried to speak.
"Sshh. kuch mat bolo." He placed his finger on her lips, silencing her. (Don't say anything)
He discarded her veil somewhere on the floor, his fingers began undoing her blouse, while planting open mouth kisses on the side of her neck.
"Irtaza. II.can't..." Anum tried to refuse him.
"What you can't, Jaan?" Irtaza asked her disinterestedly, sucking her jaw till neck.
Anum started to push his chest to get him away from her, but he wouldn't move an inch.
Mature content ahead. (Ink)
He opened her blouse and threw it on the floor as well.
Mature content has been trimmed.
Anum thought he is going to start his torture again so she starting shaking her head vigorously, her lips quivering.
Irtaza just took her in his arms and kissed her forehead, "Sleep, Jaan."
She hid her face in his chest and fell asleep immediately while he stroked her hair lovingly.
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RomancePrologue- In a dimly-lit forest, a young girl was running away from someone. When suddenly, a man seized a fistful of her hair from behind. "Aahh... please, let me go," the girl cried in pain, clutching his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she...
