His Prisoner 21+

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Arzal abruptly slammed on the brakes and stormed into the house. In the living room, he found Emaan sitting on the couch as if she were expecting someone. The moment she saw him, she sprang up and approached him with a smile.

She wrapped her arms around his torso. "Me ap ka hi wait kar rahi thi." (I was waiting for you.)

But he did not return her embrace. "Itni taiyaar ho. Kahin ja rahi ho kya?" (Why are you so dressed up? Are you going somewhere?)

"Ji. Maine yehi batana tha ap ko." She pulled away and began to fiddle with his shirt buttons. (Yes, that's what I wanted to tell you.)

"Kya?" (What?)

"Me bahir ja rahi hun, Waleed ke saath." (I'm going out with Waleed.)

"Waleed?" His teeth were clenched, his fists tight.

"Me us se garden mein mili thi. Mere rose plant mein ussi ne toh meri help ki thi." (I met him in the garden. He helped me with my rose plant.)

His jaw tightened at her words.

"Toh me jaun? Woh mujhe plant nursery le ke ja raha hai," she asked when he didn't respond. (Can I go? He's taking me to the plant nursery.)

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Losing his patience, he raised his hand and backhanded her across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor with a cry.

He knelt beside her and fisted her hair, "fucking bitch! You want to fuck him? Lundkhor, tujhe me satisfy nahi karta kya?" He slapped her face repeatedly, the force of his blows leaving her lips bleeding and his handprints on her skin.

"A-ap mujhe kyun maar rahe hain?" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

"Kyun ke tu randi hai ek number ki. Randi toh randi hi rehti hai chahe usko jitni bhi izzat aur pyar dedo." He backhanded her once more before yanking her up by her hair and dragging her to the basement.

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He stormed out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Emaan rushed to the door, trying to open it, but it was locked from the outside. She banged on the steel door. "Arzal!!! Darwaza kholen!! Arzal!!" (Arzal! Open the door! Arzal!)

She looked around the room. It was dusty, with a faint smell of blood lingering in the air. There were no windows, just a small bed, and a tiny toilet and sink in the corner.

She slid to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She never imagined things would turn out this way. She didn't know Arzal would become this enraged just because she made a friend. Even though she remembered how he had become violent when he saw her with her classmate's brother, she thought it was different now because he had changed for her. Now he was supposed to be good to her.

...

"Where the fuck is that fucking bastard?" Arzal asked, loading his gun.

"He escaped the estate, but we have his parents. They probably helped him run away," one of the guards reported, his gaze downcast.

"Toh tum log us waqt kya apni maa chudwa rahe the? Bhenchodo! Dhoondo us madarchod ko!" Arzal roared.

He rushed out of the estate with his guards, determined. "Mulkiyat se toh kaise bhi kar ke bhaag nikla par shehar se toh nahi bhaagne dunga bhosriwale ko." (He might have escaped the estate, but I won't let that bastard leave the city.)

...

Around 3 a.m., he returned home.

"Abdullah!" he called, and a guard came running.

"You had something to tell me the other day?"

"Uh... sir..."

Arzal pointed his gun at the guard's forehead. "Speak. Up."

"I saw madam with the gardener and the maid's son," the guard confessed quickly, trembling.

Arzal lowered his gun. "Get out. JUST GET OUT!" he shouted, hurling his gun against the wall.

He was furious at Emaan, but more so at himself because, despite everything, his heart wasn't ready to believe she had betrayed him.

"Tujhe mujh pe nahi yakeen toh yeh tasveeren dekh!" (If you don't trust me, then look at these pictures!)

"Aurat ki agar wafadaari chahiye toh usse kabhi na mohabbat dikhana aur na uski izzat karna. Aur na hi uske saath wafadaari se chalna!" (If you want loyalty from a woman, never show her love or respect. And never be loyal to her!)

"Mard ko barbaad kardeti hai mohabbat, khud aagh mein jalne se behtar hai ke us na cheez ko hi apne joote ki nok par rakho!" (Love ruins a man; it's better to keep that insignificant thing beneath your shoes!)

"Aurat kuch nahi hai mard zaat ke aaghey!" (A woman is nothing compared to a man!)

Arzal clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly as the words from his past echoed in his mind.

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After a moment, he opened his bloodshot eyes and furiously strode towards the basement.

He kicked open the door. The loud noise startled Emaan awake. She had fallen asleep while crying and waiting for him.

Her eyes widened in horror when she saw him unbuckling his belt. She instantly knew what he intended.

"Ar-arzal," she stammered, backing up until she fell onto the small bed as he approached her with a menacing glare.

"Ahh!" Emaan screamed in agony as his belt lashed across her skin.

"I'm surprised you've been spared the bite of my belt this long," he sneered, bringing the belt down on her again and again.

Emaan raised her hands to protect herself, but he struck her bare arms, forcing her to lower them, screaming.

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Her entire body trembled and ached from the relentless pain. She no longer tried to escape; it was pointless.

After what felt like an eternity, he threw the belt aside and grabbed her hair, yanking her face level with his.

"Mere saath bewafai ki tu ne..dil toh kar raha hai abhi teri jaan le loon." (You betrayed me... I feel like killing you right now.)

She shook her head desperately. "Maine kuch nahi kiya hai..me marr jaungi par ap ke saath bewafai kabhi nahi karungi." (I didn't do anything. I'd rather die than betray you.)

"Toh phir marr ja!" He released her hair with a violent shove and moved towards the door. (Then die!)

"Arzal please mujhe mat chorein yahan..please." she begged in a broken, exhausted voice, but he left the room without even glancing back at her. (Arzal, please don't leave me here... please.)