His Prisoner 21+

20

Days passed in a blur, and now only a few days remain until Emaan and Arzal's wedding. Surprisingly, he hasn't done anything to her except for kissing, for which she is thankful.

What exactly draws him towards her? He's been with numerous gorgeous models, so what is it about this little girl that he can't stop thinking about her? The irony is, every girl wants him, but he doesn't want them; he wants her, but she doesn't want him!

A knock on his office door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he said to the person behind the door.

Walked in, a young woman, wearing a mini skirt that barely covered her ass and a blouse with a deep neckline that almost spilled her breasts, holding a file close to her chest.

"Sir, I have come to drop off this file."

"Put that on my table." He stood up from his chair.

She walked towards him, seductively biting on her lower lip, and bent her body to place the file on table. Just when she was about to get up, Arzal pushed her down again and grabbed her asscheeks, squeezing them.

"Fucking whore! Seducing everyone in the office."

He pulled her skirt up and rubbed her cunt. "No panties? Such a filthy whore, that too an easy one."

"Ohh sirr..mmhh.."

"Fucking bitcchh." He grunted while entering inside her after slipping on a condom. He began to take out all of his frustration on her, whom he doesn't even know the name of.

ااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااااا

Emaan lay on the bed, her long hair scattered all over. Tears streamed from her eyes, trickling down her temples, where they vanished into her hair. Where will she go? Even if she musters up the courage to run away from the wedding, what options does she have?
Lost in her thoughts, she gasped when her phone suddenly started to ring.

"H-hello.."

"Hello meri Jaaan." Came his cheerful voice from the other end.

"Ready hojao, I'm coming in 10 minutes to pick you up."

"What? Why? But where?"

"Tumse jo bola hai, utna karo." He replied after a short pause.

"But ami-

"Don't worry about that. I've already talked to your mom."

"O-okay."

She quickly got dressed in a red shalwar kameez and applied some light makeup. She descended down the stairs and spotted her mother in the living room on call with someone. As soon as Fatima saw her, she hung up the call. "Emaan, idhar aa bachey." (Come here, child.)

She went and sat beside her mom on the couch.

"Meri pari bohat pyari lag rahi hai, kisi ki nazar lage."

"Arzal aaney wala hoga. Shaadi mein thore din hi rehte hain, par jab tak shaadi ho nahi jaati kuch aisa waisa mat karna uske saath." (Arzal might be on his way. Wedding is in a few days, until then do not do anything with him.)

"J-ji ami." Emaan nervously replied.

"Waise toh mujhe pura yakeen hai, woh larka bohat emaandaar aur neik hai." (Although I have absolute trust in him, he is a very honest and kind.)

Rrrinngg

Hearing the doorbell, they both stood up and went to open the door.

"Good evening, Aunty." Arzal greeted Fatima.

"Good evening, beta. Dono khair se jao aur khair se wapis ao."

He opened the passenger door for Emaan and himself also sat in.

Emaan pressed herself all the way to the door to create enough space between them.

"Come here, sit on my lap."

"N-no, the driver might see." She spoke quietly.

"Bewakoof larki, can't you see these curtains?" (Stupid girl.)

He grabbed her hand and jerked her to him, pulling her on his lap.

"You look so beautiful, always."

She casted her eyes down feeling shy and nervous. Whenever someone would compliment her on anything, she would feel extremely shy.

He buried his face in her neck and began to lick and suck all over her neck while his hands were squeezing her breasts.

He cursed under his breath when the car came to a halt. Placing her back on the seat, he fixed her clothes and hair. "Let's go."

Taking her hand in his, he made his way towards the five-star restaurant. To her surprise, the luxurious dining area was void of any people.

A well dressed middle aged man rushed towards them. "Good evening Mr Malik. We have everything ready for you. Please, this way." He led the way.

They both settled into the lavish, C-shaped booth. The manager stood in a corner, staring at the wall while waiting for their order.

Wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her to him. "Why are you always so far from me?"

Emaan anxiously fidgeted with her fingers.

"What does my baby want to eat?"

"Anything."

He chuckled. "Anything? How about a lollipop then? You wanna suck on it?"

She looked at him, frowning, unaware of his double-meaning phrase.

He beckoned the manager over and placed the order, the whole time Emaan was just staring out of the window. The sky had already darkened, and a light drizzle had begun to fall.

"Kin khayalon mein ghum ho?" His voice shattered her trance. (Which thoughts are you lost it?)

She immediately shook her head.

"You should be. You should be lost in my thoughts only."

He gently took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, locking eyes with her before tenderly placing a kiss on it.

"Baby. Just a few days more, then you'll be completely mine, in every way."

"I should make a few things clear. Betrayals and lies are non-negotiable for me, so I expect unwavering honesty from you. I will provide you everything you desire, in return I only want loyalty from you."

He suddenly presssd her hand tightly making her wince in pain. "Do not ever try to leave me. You rather not know what I will do to you. Got it?"

Emaan quickly nodded her head, then hissed when he clutched her jaw. "Gardan kya hilati hai, zubaan nahi hai muh mein?" (Why are you shaking your head, do you not have a tongue in your mouth?)

"Y-yes..I got it."

"Good girl. You're such a fast learner, baby." He praised her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.