His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 13

She settled the food on the tray perfectly and walked towards his room. The door was slightly ajar. She walked in. His room was indeed huge and well-settled.

He is an organized person.

She looked around but he was not there. She placed the tray on the nearby table and then her gaze fell on the balcony. Her pupil widened after seeing him sitting on the chair and staring up at the sky.

He smokes cigs while getting lost in deep thoughts. She gulped and walked slowly towards him.

"Eat something," she said, trying hard to be normal.

He is the devil, and I am in the devil's cage.

He did not look at her nor respond.

"Mum said, you will get sick, please eat it," she said.

He looked at her this time and his eyes were turning red due to anger. He got up from his chair and walked towards her and grabbed her right hand, which was bandage free.

"I have told you to stay away from my things and my room," he said in a sinister voice.

"I, I came here to give you food," she said. "Get lost," he hissed.

She was unable to determine which thing he seemed so angry about. "Or are you here for something else?" his eyes turned darker.

Her heart jumped.

He walked towards her even closer while looking into her eyes. He grabs her hair softly. She gulped, and he instantly threw her down onto his bed.

She was not expecting this. He moved towards her and climbed up on her all. He kissed her ear and she felt a sharp sensation in her body. She was trying to push him, but he was not letting her go.

He planted a kiss on her neck and bit her softly. She opened her eyes widely. Her head was spinning around, and she felt her body was burning from where he was touching her.

"What are you doing? Let go of me," she said.

He smirked and brought his lips near to her. She gasped, and he was about to kiss her when she pushed his chest and got up. His head hit the pillow's surface. She ran out of his room and looked at him for the last time. There was hunger and anger in his deep eyes.

She looked ahead and ran towards her room and closed the door behind her.

She was breathing fast.

His warm hands left a burning sensation on her body and her neck.

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She got up early the next day so that she could avoid him.

After getting ready for college, she went down to the kitchen. She looked around carefully and no one was there. She took a deep breath.

"Thank God, this evil creature is still sleeping," she thought, and walked towards the fridge and opened it.

There were a lot of edible items in the fridge. She wanted to go earlier, so she chose the bread and the butter.

As she turned, the bread fell from her hand after seeing him sitting on the chair.

"You, when did you come in?" she asked. He was looking at her coldly.

"When you mutter, evil creature," he said in a dangerous whisper voice.

"Did he hear that?" she thought, shocked.

He got up and walked towards her. She took a few steps back.

He bends down and she gasps. He grabbed the fallen bread and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Make me a sandwich," he ordered. She looked at him with her eyes wide open.

"What does he think? Am I his servant?" she thought.

"I am getting late for college," she said firmly, and walked towards the table where he held her hand.

"Make. Me. A. Sandwich," he said while putting pressure on every word. His eyes turned darker.

"Do you know, I don't hear the word 'No', I don't have a habit," he said in a whisper, a kind of whisper that always cast a spell on her.

But his last sentence made her remember the worst moment of the last day. "I am Atta, I hate to hear 'No', ". She could feel that pervert's dirty hands on her.

She closed her eyes instantly and her body started shaking.

He was looking at her but in a matter of seconds, he realized that she was having a panic attack. His expression changed, and he held her in his arms before she fell and took her towards the chair.

"Saliha, Saliha," he called her name.

He poured the water into the glass and gave it to her.

"Here, drink this, relax, take deep breaths," he said while trying to calm her down.

She drank it, but her breath was out of control. She felt as if she was going to faint. She started shaking even more. She was out of breath.

He placed his hand on her head and now was trying to mollify her. But nothing was helping. His expression changed in worry.

He held her hand, made her get up, and hugged her tightly. He was moving his hand on her hair from the other hand and the other was on her waist. He pulled her even closer in his embrace.

"Relax, shhh, it's okay, it will be over," he said. She was breathing heavily while digging her head into his strong chest and grabbing his turtle-neck wool shirt in her fist. Her fragile body was touching him, making his arousal increase.

He took a deep breath. After a while, she came back to her senses and realized what position she was standing with him. She turned tomato red.

She had gone separate and avoided his eyes, but he was looking at her. "I, I am sorry," she said, embarrassed, but his poker expression did not change.

She turned.

"Since when are you getting panic attacks?" he asked. She could feel his X-rays (eyes) on her.

She did not face him, but he held her hand and forcefully made her turn towards him.

"I said since when?" he asked in a dominant voice, as if he was talking to his slave.

She felt her legs go numb.

"It happened after four years," she said.

The last time she had a panic attack was when her aunt and uncle arranged her marriage with Jamshaid.

She was unable to read his expression, but his eyes were digging inside her eyes.

"I need to go, I am getting late," she said and turned. He passed her and walked ahead.

She took a deep breath and got out of the house when she heard a horn. She turned, he was sitting inside the car and looking straight ahead.

"I will drop you," he said, expressionlessly.

She took a deep breath and walked towards his car.

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