His Prisoner 21+

21

Emaan sat quietly on the bed when her phone rang.
"Hello, Api."

"Emu, how are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you now?"

"I'm okay. Emaan, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yes, api?"

"Did you agree for the marriage under someone's pressure?"

"No api. There's nothing like that?"

"Then why were you crying that day? You're not happy, Emaan."

"Api.."

"Just tell me the truth, I will help you. Irtaza said if you are not happy, then you won't have to marry him. I don't even like him."

Emaan's body stiffened up. "Api. You're misunderstanding him. I love him and he also loves me a lot."

"What? You're lying. Why were you crying that day, then?"

"We had a small fight. I'm under no one's pressure. I want to marry him."

Anum sighed. "Okay..if that's what you want. I'm happy if you are happy."

"Thanks api. I'll talk to you later."

Disconnecting the call, she handed the phone to Arzal who had his arm around her shoulder. The phone was on speaker the whole time, and he was listening to her conversation while sitting next to her.

Twirling the phone in his hand, he said, "Bohat zyada hoshiyaar nahi ban rahi tumhari behan?" (Isn't your sister becoming too clever?)

Emaan shook her head. "She is just worried about me."

"Kyun? Tum choti bachi ho kya?" (Why? Are you a little kid?)

Inching closer to her, he brushed his nose against her cheek, making her feel ticklish.

"Tumhari fikar karne ka haq sirf mujhe hai, aur kisi ko nahi." ("Only I have the right to worry about you, no one else.")

She shut her eyes tightly, overwhelmed by their close proximity.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Slowly, she opened her her and looked at him timidly.

Her breath hitched when Arzal clutched her jaw and inched his face closer to kiss her.

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Dressed in a green bridal sharara, Emaan sat with the heavy weight of smile plastered on her face. She wiped a lone tear from the corner of her eye as she watched her cousins happily sing and dance.

She picked up her phone to check the camera, to her surprise, there were a lot of missed calls from Arzal. Because of the loud music and chatter, she couldn't hear her phone ringing. She quickly stood up, excusing herself with a smile, and walked to her room. Hesitantly, she called him back, to which he immediately answered.

"Fucking bitch! Where have you been?"

"W-what?" Her heart began to pound rapidly due to fear.

"Whom were you fucking around with?"

"I..I'm at home."

"Fucking tramp! Where did you go? That too an hour away."

Tears were streaming down her face by now. "I..I..didn't go anywhere."

"Liar! I'll fuck you up! Did you go to fuck someone behind my back?"

"P-please believe me. I don't know what you're talking about."

He took a heavy breath as if to control his anger. "Come outside, I'm waiting."

"W-what? Why? I mean, I can't meet you. Ami told me not to meet you before marriage."

"Bitch are you coming or should I come inside and drag you outside in front of everyone?"

"N-no, I'll come, but-

He disconnected the call before she could finish her sentence.

Frowning, she quietly made her way outside.

Her gaze swept the empty street, and a squeal escaped her lips as she was suddenly yanked into a corner. Arzal swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, pressing her against the nearby wall. "Bewakoof larki! Shor kyun kar rahi ho?" (Stupid girl! Why are you making noise?)

With widened eyes, she gestured towards his hand placed over her mouth.

He slowly lowered his hand while gazing at her with hard eyes.

"W-wh-

"Cut the fucking crap! Why was there a man inside your house?"

She looked at him in confusion then she suddenly realized something. "Oh you're talking about Arsalan bhai, he-

A harsh slap in the face interrupted her.

His tight grip on her shoulders preventing her from fall down.

"Fucking bitch. Did you go with to fuck? Which useless hole did he fuck?"

He abruptly jerked her as she cried hysterically.

"H-he just c-came to drop off food..h-he is like m-my b-brother.." She tried to explain while hiccuping due to the cries.

"Okay fucking whore, open the ride app. I'll kill you right here at this spot if you're lying."

Trembling, she picked up her phone from the ground that fell down when he slapped her. Her hands were  shaking as she opened the app.

"Ride Completed."

Emaan's eyes widened, unable to comprehend anything.

"Now what should I do with you?"

"Ple-please believe me..I-I...don't know."

"Okay. Did you book it for someone else?"

"N-no.."

His jaw clenched, he raised his hand to strike her. His hand stopped midway when she cowered away, shielding her face with her hands, "please..please..you can ask my family and all the guests..I was inside the house the whole time..please."

He snatched the phone from her hands and went through her call log. "Who the fuck were you calling? That motherfucker! I'll burn him alive!"

He clutched her hair, "Fucking bitch, I so want to rip you apart."

"I don't know anything..please."

He sighed heavily."Did you give your phone to anyone?"

"No. It was with me th- wait, Anum api took it from me for some time."

The frown vanished from his face as quickly as it had appeared.

He edged his face dangerously close to hers. Emaan tightly shut her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

"Your sister is trying to create problems between us. I want you to keep a distance from her."

She snapped her eyes open with a glint of anger.

"How could you say that? She is my sister!"

He reached for her throat, his grip tightening slightly as he squeezed. "Don't fucking give your cellphone to her again. And behave."

Squeezing her throat one last time, he pushed her away.