Two days had passed since Arzal had locked Emaan in that room. He hadn't given her any food or water, nor had he checked on her. Emaan lay lifeless and naked on the bed in the freezing room, utterly exhausted. She was famished and parched but couldn't drink the murky, dirty water from the sink.
She had knocked on the door and called out his name numerous times, begging to be let out, but her pleas went unheard. Summoning her last reserves of strength, she crawled towards the door and lay near it."Arzal..please..mujhe bohat pyaas lag rahi hai." (Arzal... please... I'm really thirsty.)
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Arzal with a murderous look in his eyes.
Emaan's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of him, her body shivering from cold and fear, but he showed no pity.
"Pani chahiye?" he asked, his eyes burning with anger. (You want water?)
She nodded, her eyes moist with desperation.
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He grabbed her hair and unzipped his pants with his other hand.
"Muh khol, Randi. Deta hun tujhe pani."
"Pani kahan- (Where-
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He knew she hated it when he called her such demeaning names, but he believed it was necessary for her to understand that only a whore befriends a man who isn't her husband. He had decided to punish her for a week before softening his approach towards her once more.
Despite all the physical pain, the mental anguish he inflicted on her was unbearable. It hurt her deeply that he didn't trust her and thought so little of her.
Suddenly, black spots appeared before her eyes, and she fell into unconsciousness.
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RomanceEmaan ChaudaryA naive (Satra.)18-year-old high school student. Arzal Malik- A 26-year-old accomplished business tycoon and a perilous Mafia Don. ۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵ "I will tell my api and bhai about you! Leave me!" Emaan...
