His Prisoner 21+

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After talking for a while, Arzal disconnected the call and was about to head to his room when the same guard approached and bowed respectfully. "Sir."

Arzal looked at him with annoyance as he wanted to go to Emaan. "I'm busy right now."

"But it's important sir, I have to let you know something."

"What is it?"

"Um... sir, actually... I—" Sweat formed on the guard's forehead as he struggled to find the right words. He knew he was risking either praise for bringing important information or death for accusing his boss's woman.
"Just stop it. I don't have time for this right now," Arzal snapped, rushing to his room.

"But sir-

Arzal ignored him and entered the room, scanning it impatiently for Emaan. He found her near the closet, with a pile of his clothes that she had just neatly folded, ready to be put in the closet. But the look on her face was saying as if she has seen a ghost. He approached and snapped his finger at her, bringing her out of her trance.

"Arzal..Arzal, yeh g-gun..closet mein," she stammered. (Arzal... Arzal, there's a gun... in the closet.)

He followed her gaze and saw his gun in the open drawer.

"And? Safety ke liye hai, it's a licensed gun." (And? It's for safety. It's a licensed gun.)

"Par kyun?" She asked, clearly worried. (But why?)

"Because I'm a businessman. Why else do you think I have security with me all the time? The guards outside our home have guns, so it's normal to have one in our bedroom."

"Oh okay. Me aise hi darr gayi thi." (Oh okay. I just got scared.)

"Tumhe darne ki zaroorat nahi hai, tumhe nahi maarunga me. Haan agar, chorh ke jaane ki koshish ki toh zaroor." (You don't need to be afraid. I won't harm you. Unless, of course, If you try to leave me.)

She giggled, unaware that he wasn't entirely joking.

"Kahan ja rahi ho? Me tumhare liye jaldi se aya hun." He gripped her hand as she was about to leave. (Where are you going? I came back quickly for you.)

"Washroom ja rahi hun. Two minutes please." (I'm going to the washroom. Just give me two minutes, please.)

He reluctantly let go of her hand and watched her go. He felt uneasy, still having not told Emaan about his life as a Mafia leader, in addition to being a businessman. He didn't want to hide the truth from her, but the way she reacted that night when she saw the "pomegranate juice" on his shirt, he couldn't bring himself to tell her it was actually someone's blood who he brutally killed.
He knows Emaan wouldn't handle the truth well. Their relationship had just started to flourish since their marriage, and he doesn't want to ruin it.

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Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Emaan stepped out in blood-red lace lingerie with a sheer gown on top.

She nervously clenched the sides of her gown as he scanned her from bottom to top.

"Khari kya dekh rahi hai? Idhar a tujhe lund doon apna."

Her face turned red at his words. Taking small, hesitant steps, she moved closer to him, smiling shyly.

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After three more rounds, he finally pulled her into his embrace as she begged him to let her sleep. Her head was pressed against his hard chest while he stroked her hair.

"Emaan."

"Hmm."

"Tum mere saath sahi chalo, me tumhe bohat khush rakhunga." (Be loyal with me, and I will keep you very happy.)

She opened her eyes and tilted her head away from his chest to look at him.

He caressed her face gently.

"Like I've said before, mujhe tum se sirf wafadaari chahiye aur kuch nahi." (Like I've said before, all I want from you is loyalty and nothing else.)

"Aur ap?" She didn't realize when she blurted this out. (And you?)

"Mera..mera matlab...me- (I mean... I-)

Arzal smirked at her, "Getting bold these days, aren't we?"

He pecked her lips and pressed his forehead against hers. "Haan..me bhi. Me waada karta hun me tumhare saath wafadaar rahunga. Mohabbat ke badle Mohabbat aur Wafa ke badle Wafa." (Yes, I will as well. I promise to be loyal to you. Love for love, loyalty for loyalty.)

Suddenly, his eyes darkened with a glint of anger, sending shivers down Emaan's spine. "But if you don't keep your word, I will destroy everything."

She gently clasped his face, feeling his beard on her soft fingers, and pecked his lips making him smile, "Aur aisa kabhi nahi hoga." (That will never happen.)

Arzal flipped them, sliding a little down, and buried his face in her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples. Emaan closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him.