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Mature content ahead. (Ink)

Arzal was gripping her tits as leverage to fuck her hard and fast. Emaan could feel her orgasm rushing forward, yet again.

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He lay on the bed and pulled her into his embrace, positioning her on top of him. He placed one of his arms around her, brushing his fingers very softly on her bare back as if she is made of glass and even a little pressure may cause her to break. Emaan tiredly rested her head on his chest and stared at his other arm resting on the bed with a frown. Seeing the faded cut marks brought back memories of the night he had tried to hurt himself.

He immediately flipped his arm over as he felt her gaze on it and tightened his hold around her waist. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened as he drifted down memory lane.

Her painful whimpers brought him back from his trance, and he loosened his grip on her. "Kya huwa?"

"Ap ne mujhe bohat zor se pakra." (You held me too tightly.)

"Tum ho hi itni soft, meri delicate princess." He kissed on top of her head. (You're just too soft, my delicate princess.)

"Waise tum soyi kyun nahi th? Mera intezaar kar rahi thi kya?" (By the way, why weren't you asleep? Were you waiting for me?)

"Woh..mujhe neend nahi arahi thi." (I couldn't sleep.)

"Acha? Abhi bhi nhi? Ek aur baar karte hain phir neend ajayegi tumhein." (Oh really? You still can't? Let's do it one more time then you'll be able to fall asleep.)

"Nahi nahi nahi! Mujhe neend agayi hai." She quickly closed her eyes tightly and hid her face more into his chest. (No, no, no! I'm sleepy now.)

He chuckled softly seeing her reaction and stroked her hair, closing his eyes.

An hour or so later, a faint noise crept into Emaan's ears. Frowning in her slumber, she shifted uncomfortably before her eyes suddenly flew open with a startled cry. Pain shot through her body as she she was being squeezed tightly.

Looking up, her heart pounded with fear as she saw Arzal holding her in a vice-like grip. His features contorted in distress, he whimpered softly, his words barely audible. "Qat... qatil...qatil hun me...qatil..." (I'm a killer..)

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her mind racing with confusion and concern. She gently tried to loosen his hold, whispering his name softly in an attempt to wake him. "Ar-arzal." She attempted to shake his shoulder gently, but he thrashed her hand away harshly.

Emaan mustered up courage and tried to wake him again. "Arzal, wake up," she pleaded softly, her voice tinged with concern.

"Arzal, uth jayein please," she repeated, shaking him a bit harder this time. His eyes flew open widely in horror, sweat beads forming on his forehead despite the cool air of the air conditioner in the room. He gulped the lump in his throat and sat up, pressing his head against the headboard. (Arzal, wake up, please.)

She quickly filled a glass of water from the side table and offered it to him in a soft voice. "Arzal, pani." (Arzal, here's some water.)

He tried to hold the glass, but his hands were shaking badly. Seeing this, Emaan gently cradled the side of his face and brought the glass near his lips, helping him drink the water.

She was immensely worried about him. For the first time, she didn't care or feel shy about her nakedness in front of him.

"Aur chahiye?" she asked him as he quickly emptied the glass. (Do you want more?)

He closed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Ap theek hain? Ap ne bura khwaab dekh liya." She asked him softly. (Are you okay? You had a bad dream.)

His eyes shot open upon hearing her voice.

"Ap ne kya dekha?" Anger boiled up inside him, and he snatched the glass from her hands, throwing it somewhere in the room, where it shattered into tiny pieces. Emaan screamed, startled by his sudden act. (What did you see?)

He gripped her hair tightly. "Ab tu mujhse sawaal karegi? Taake tu mujhpe hass sake? Aur mujh mein kamiya nikaale?" (Now you'll question me? So you can laugh at me? And find faults in me?)

She quickly shook her head in denial and tried to remove her hair from his hold.

He pinned her against the bed, holding her hair, and hovered over her, clutching her jaw tightly. "Apni aukaat mein reh. Tu yahan sirf mera lund lene ke liye hai, meri pyaas bujhane ke liye. Is se zyada kuch nahi hai tu mere liye. Mujhe ek second nahi lagega teri akal thikaaney lagane mein." (Don't forget your place. You're only here to take my cock, to quench my thirst. You're nothing more than that for me. It won't take me a second to set you straight.)

Tears streamed down her face as she heard him, and she let out a cry as his grip tightened on her jaw. But more than the physical pain, his words pierced her heart. Somewhere, when she married him, her innocent heart unknowingly developed feelings for him the moment he became her husband. Yet, he didn't even consider her his wife.

He jerked her face to the side. "Chal so ja ab." (Go to sleep now.)

Seeing no movement from her, he clicked his tongue. "Bina thappar khaye nahi soyegi tu!" Her body trembled in fear as she saw his hand raise, and she quickly turned her body so she doesn't face him. (You won't sleep without getting slapped.)

He looked at her body jolt with cries, feeling a pang of guilt in his heart. This was the second time she had witnessed this vulnerable side of him, and yet she remained by his side, trying to help him instead of leaving him. He knew that she was only concerned for him, and the kind of person she was, she would never even laugh at her enemy's pain. Heck, it was impossible for her to even have an enemy.

But he couldn't explain this to his insecurity, for he had only seen people leave his life since childhood. He didn't want to open up to her, because he feared that the moment he did, she would leave him, and he would be the only person to blame. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving his life.

He quickly turned her around and hugged her tightly. "Jaana," he murmured.

Her cries grew louder, and she tried to get away from him, but he kept his hold tight on her.

With a frustrated sigh, she stopped all her efforts to push him away and just laid in his embrace.

After a few minutes, Arzal pulled back a little to look at her face. Despite her tears, she looked cute to him. Her eyes were a little puffy, her cheeks and nose red from crying. He kissed all over her face. She was just sniffling and not making any eye contact with him.

"Naraz ho mujhse?" He asked, holding her chin. (Are you angry with me?)

She turned her head away, but he gently turned her face back toward him. "Tell me, baby."

"Nahi. I just want to sleep," she replied, her voice hoarse from all the crying. (No.)

Sighing, he removed his hand from her chin and pulled her head down onto his chest. "Alright, sleep then," he whispered, holding her close.