Sultan:Her wanted husband (18+)

🌹 Poisonous🌹

"Addiction is a dangerous thing. Just realised it after meeting you."

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Blank.

Her head was blank.

Zara didn't know what was going to happen in her life. She married Baseer not knowing anything about him. She just knew he proposed to marry her. And to escape from her abusive family,she agreed to marry him. She was in her usual clothes. Sitting on an unknown man's bed. He surely was rich. Everything seemed so luxurious.Then why was her ammi calling him poor?Or Sultan knowingly kept her in the shadows.

The door creaked open. Under her veil she could sight him coming towards the bed. An unknown fear rushing in her skin cells. He was wearing his tracks. He was well built. His sharp pointy face carrying a melancholic expression. He was surely handsome. But there was a dark aura around him that disabled her ability to speak. What if he turned the same like her ammi? Somewhere in her heart she believed Sultan would never do something that corrupts her life no matter what they shared.

"Are you feeling at home?"

She felt a slight tremor in her heart. His voice was so deep. Cold yet soothing at her.

"No....I don't want to feel like home." She answered startling him. Baseer gave a tacky smile shifting the pillows and resting his body on his bed. It was a long time he was getting to feel his own bed. He had been spending nights in his working place and barely came home. There was no reason to be home.

"Can...can I ask you something?,"she whispered.Her voice shaking in an unknown fear. He knitted his brows. He grasped her hand which was shivering badly. Her fearful eyes looking directly at him like he was going to break her hand.

"I know it was a bit rushing........but I respect you. And you don't have to fear around me."His voice convinced her as she settled for a bit.

He wasn't harmful.

"I am no saint. As my wife you have the right to know."His sentence flickered curiousity in her eyes. "I work for Sultan. I kill people. I kidnap and plunder. That's my real identity."

It took a moment for her to grasp the thing. She had seen them in movies. In papers and serials. But in real life?Her husband was one of them confessing about his crimes in a sense. And something that shocked her more was even Sultan was one of them. So...what does that make Sultan?

"Sultan is a mafia.And I am his right hand. My life is owned by him. I can kill anyone at his one signal. Will you accept me?"

Zara was shocked that he was talking about committing a murder infront of her. What was he reading her mind like that?Never in her life she killed a mosquito. And mafia?Did Mishti know about that?

"I......I...,"she opened her mouth to speak. He was eager to hear what was she going to tell him. It was going to be their first conversation. Seeing her in so much hesitation , something in him shifted. She wasn't even sure about her words when he lifted his finger as if gesturing her to stop.

Without any drama he casually took out something and handed her. It was a credit card. Seeing her lifting her questioning eyes he spoke,"It has a few lakhs in it. I think that's enough to make you feel home and accept this marriage from heart?"

His sudden change in time and behaviour was chilling. It was as if he splashed her with a bucket of cold water. Her eyes pooled with agitated tears,"What are you trying to prove?That I am a leech?"

Throwing the card on her lap he gave a cocky smile,"Am I wrong somewhere? But the records say otherwise. You and your mother,highly ambitious and manipulative." She was shrinking under his gaze,as if he was scanning her soul.