His Captive 21+

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In the quietude of late evening, Anum stood on her balcony, adorned in a simple, long black frock paired with tights, a delicate dupatta draped around her neck.

The cool breeze whispered through the netted sleeves, sending shivers down her spine. Holding onto the railing, she gazed at the dark sky, her mind adrift with questions.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

"Do I not deserve a happy life?"

"Am I not worthy of love? Of respect?"

Her chain of thoughts shattered as Irtaza enveloped her in a tight embrace. Gasping, she clung to his muscular arms by instinct.

Bending his head to her level, he rested his chin on her shoulder, captivated by her intoxicating natural scent.

"Jaana," he whispered.

Anum's heart raced with fear, dreading the possibility of him inflicting pain and torment upon her once again. Her body was shaking terribly.

Hastily releasing her grip on his arms, she clenched her frock tightly, tears welling in her eyes.
Irtaza straightened himself and noticed her hair.

"Kya baat hai...aj toh braids banayi hain." Uttering this, he untied them, letting her hair fall freely down her waist. (Wow..you've made braids today)

Turning her around, Irtaza analyzed her from head to toe, while Anum kept her gaze fixed on the floor beneath her.

He gently lifted her chin, prompting her to look at him, but she closed her eyes. "Look at me, Jaana," he commanded. Unwillingly, she opened her eyes, her teary gaze meeting his lustrous one.

"Qatilana lag rahi ho," he complimented with a smile.
Speechless, Anum nervously gulped, tightening her hold on her frock. (You look killing)

She observed the differences between them: her delicate, petite frame in stark contrast to his towering, muscular presence. The vast distinction in physical strength made her feel vulnerable, as he could effortlessly overpower her.

She flinched as her anxiety peaked when Irtaza's hand rested on her cheek, but instead of a strike, he gently caressed her.

With a chuckle, he whispered, "Don't worry... maar nahi raha." (I'm not hurting you.)

"Have you learned your lesson, or should I teach you again?" Irtaza's gaze bore into Anum's, devoid of regret, shame, or guilt.

His grip on her face tightened. "Do I need to remind you once more?"

Quickly capitulating, Anum pleaded, "No...please.
I've learned my lesson." Tears streamed down her cheeks as he wiped them away.

"Gaya tha aj, tere maike. Apne sasuraal waalon ka haal puchne, since you enjoy defying me so much." (I went to your maternal house today. To check up on my in laws)

Anum's eyes widened in horror at the mention of her family. Clutching his hand on her cheek, she cried, " Please.please don't do anything to them.please don't hurt them.."

"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry.. I won't do anything you dislike..ap jo bologe me woh sab karungi," she begged, going down on her knees and holding his leg.

Irtaza lifted her by her shoulders, "Don't do that again." Tenderly wiping her tears, he said, "Your place is not at my feet but right here." He embraced her, placing her head on his chest.

"Stop crying. I only checked on their well-being. I haven't harmed them... yet," he added ominously.

Caressing her hair and rubbing her back, he reassured, "Just be my good, perfect wife, and I won't trouble your family. I promise."

He broke the hug and drew closer. "I want you, Jaan."
Irtaza tenderly kissed her, savoring the softness of her lips.

"Kiss me back." His command for her to reciprocate lingered in the air.

MC ahead. (Ink)

"Kiss kar nahi toh bohat maarunga." He threatened her upon not getting her response.

MC has been trimmed.

"Tell me you love me."

"I-ahh-I..I love you."

"Keep saying it."

"I love you, Irtazaa-Aahhh"

"Tell me you want me, Jaan."

"I want you."

"Ahhh"

"Sherry"