His Prisoner 21+

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Emaan's eyes fluttered open, and she picked up her phone after rubbing her eyes. Glancing at the time, she saw it was 8:30 AM. Instantly, any remaining grogginess vanished, replaced by a rush of alertness.

She cursed herself in her mind, "I promised Arzal that I would make breakfast for him. How could I be so careless? Woh kya sochte hongey mere baare mein?" (What must he think of me now?)

Worriedly, she quickly threw off the comforter and got out of bed. Thankfully, Arzal had dressed her in his white button-up shirt that he was wearing last night and even changed the bloodstained bedsheets. Her whole body ached, especially her lower abdomen, but she pushed aside the pain and rushed downstairs, limping.

Arzal was dressed in his usual formal suit, ready to step out of the house when Emaan quickly grabbed his arm.

Turning around, he gently caressed her face with a smile. "Good morning, meri jaan. Tum kyun uth ke agayi ho?" (Good morning, my love. Why did you wake up?)

She placed her hand over his. "Arzal, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He frowned slightly. "What happened, baby?"

"Maine ap se wada kiya tha breakfast ka." (I had promised you breakfast.)

"Arey, it's okay. In fact, tum thora rest karo. Maine tumhe sone bhi toh nahi diya saari raat." He smirked teasingly saying the last sentence. (Hey, it's okay. In fact, you take some rest. I didn't let you sleep all night.)

"Um... main aapko chai bana dun jaldi se?" (Um... shall I quickly make you some tea?)

"No, thank you. Main chai nahi peeta, just black coffee." (I don't drink tea.)

Emaan felt a wave of embarrassment realizing she didn't even know much about her husband's preferences.

"Me aapko jaldi se coffee bana deti hun na." (I can quickly make you some coffee.)

"Tumhe aata hai yeh sab banane?" (Do you know how to make all this?)

"Ji, itna toh aata hi hai. Me jaun banane? Paanch minute mein ban jayegi, jaldi se." ("Yes, I know this much. Should I go and make it? It'll quickly be ready in five minutes.")

Arzal took both her hands in his and brought them close to his mouth, placing soft kisses on them. "Meri jaan, tum fikar mat karo. Me bilkul theek hun. Aur coffee me office mein pee lunga. Tum jaake rest karo." (My love, don't worry. I'm absolutely fine. I'll have coffee at the office. You go and rest.)

"Ap naraz toh nahi haina?" (You're not upset, are you?)

He laughed softly. "Arey nahi baba!" (Oh no, not at all.)

He cradled her face, "Tum theek hona? Zyada dard toh nahi horaha?" (Are you okay? You're not in too much pain, are you?)

She shook her head, "I'm fine."

He pecked her lips with a smile.

"Acha, me jata hun ab. Shaam mein milte hain." He glanced at his watch. ("Okay, I'm going now. See you in the evening.")

"Bye, take care." She hugged him.

Placing a tender kiss on her forehead, he stepped out of the house while she waved at him.

...

Emaan spent the whole evening watching TV and eating snacks. She heard a sound coming from the garden and went to investigate. Upon arriving, she saw a tall young boy watering the plants.

"Who are you?" she asked, peeking around the wall.

He turned around, startled, and dropped the water bucket. "S-sorry, I'm sorry," he stammered, picking up the bucket and scratching his neck nervously. "Hi, my name is Waleed, and yours?"