His Prisoner 21+

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Emaan was sitting in the middle of the bed, just as Arzal had instructed her to. Each passing second made her more and more nervous. The room wasn't decorated as it typically would be for newlyweds, and for that, she was thankful.

The creaking door made her clench her lehenga tightly. She casted her eyes down, lacking the courage to make eye contact with him.

Click

Her breath hitched at the sound of the latch. Arzal approached her and sat on the bed beside her. He took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it. She felt him slipping something into her hand. When she looked down, she saw a small velvet box. She looked at him, frowning in confusion. "Kholo isse," he commanded gently. (Open it.)

With shaky hands, she managed to open the box and found a beautiful diamond bracelet inside. "Shaadi ka ek chota sa taufa tumhare liye," he said, smiling. (It's a small wedding gift for you.)

"I can't—" she began to decline, feeling overwhelmed by the gesture. But before she could finish, he placed his finger on her lips, silencing her. "Shh, shohar ko inkaar nahi kiya karte," he whispered softly. His touch was gentle, and his eyes held a warmth that made her heart flutter. (One should not refuse their husband.)

He cupped her cheeks gently and whispered, "Bohat khoobsurat lag rahi ho." Emaan casted her eyes down in shyness, feeling her cheeks flush with color. (You're looking very beautiful.)

He leaned in close and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, savoring the soft sensation of her mouth. He laid her carefully on the bed and hovered over her, his lips softly sucking hers. "Tonight, I'll make you mine in every way possible."

Emaan could suddenly feel her fear resurfacing. She placed her trembling hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but all in vain. "I've waited a lot for you. I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard."

Taking off his sherwani, he dipped his head in her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft skin. Arzal looked at her, frowning, hearing her whimpers. "Why are you crying, baby?"

"Hmm?" He asked her again.

"I-I'm scared...darr lag raha hai.."

"Kyun?"

"Dard hoga.." she answered him in a hushed tone.

He chuckled, "I'll be gentle, mere bacha." He placed soft kisses on her temple.

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Casually, Arzal removed the veil that had been covering her head and shoulders, tossing it to the floor like it were some rubbish. Soon, their clothes were scattered on the floor. "You're so beautiful, Jaana," he whispered, gazing into her eyes.

"Arzal..I-mmhh

He pulled on her lower lip, interrupting her.

"Just moan my name baby, nothing else should come out of this pretty little mouth."

He continued to gaze upon her, slowly caressing her thighs and up her waist. Her body was tingling at his touch. His rough fingers somehow managed to touch her skin softly and gently.

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