Mine to take (18+) - Fanfiction

His to take (Unedited)

TW: Self Harm- Suicide

I HATE DOING things that I am ordered to do. After Hunaid tumbles and rolls down the trap room, along with the steel box that jabs him- twice, first time making me wince, second time making me almost laugh, he stood up as if was never injured, I scrutinized his injury from a floor above, watching over him and breathing a sigh in relief when he dragged his leg. He was injured, so less dangerous then the bandits. But... if I could fight seven bandits all on my own, did I really need Hunaid Khan?

I could close the trap door and leave him right here to die, or I could trap him to release Saahil and help me reach Murtasim Khan. This was all a mess, but the previous fight with the bandits made me realise that I WASN'T WEAK.

For others it wouldn't be a big deal but for a woman like me who had always believed that women were weaker then men, today it shifted my perspective. The men who had tried to touch me at the parties, I could have easily broken their hands. My cousin, if I hadn't feared him, maybe I could have killed him. I should have killed him. My fingers tingled as I breathed, and then I heard him order, "Meerab get inside".

That tone... demanding as if he knew I would dance on his whims, but wasn't he the weaker one?

"No!"

That 'No' was not just to Hunaid, but to my father who had asked me to sweet talk so and so men, to the men who had tried to touch me inappropriately, to my cousin who had tried to rape me, and to the nikkah they tried to force on me.

No women rejected Hunaid. But I rejected him thrice.

"I beg your pardon?"

I made a thoughtful look, pouting to mock him, as I hummed, he sat there on the chair as if he was the king of this place. But... he was just an insufferable burden to me at this point.

Burden?

People project their own insecurities onto others, I was a burden on my relatives for so long that I learnt how to be invisible, this was me projecting my insecurity onto him. The place was dark like the room they used to lock me into. Walking into it was scary itself, and that's what made me upset.

"Will you sit there?"

Hearing his calm and collected voice after such a long time brought out a visceral reaction in me. He sat there unbothered, and a part of me wanted to jump at his throat literally to get a reaction out of him.

"Yes," I say and sit there dangling my legs, as I slowly pull away the ladder through which he could climb back up again.

His gaze is emotionless, as it flickers up at me, they go from my eyes to my bare feet and I quickly pull them to my knees scared that he would use them to drag me down.

He pulls away his gaze, and slowly opens the steel box, I stumbled back thinking he would point a gun at me but he removed the freaking mutton kebab, and he took a bite and then another, his jaw clenched tight.

Without sparing me a glance he replied, "Go on."

I stared at him, bewildered. How could he act so nonchalant while I was teetering on the edge of defiance and fear? I wanted to scream, to throw the box at him, to make him understand how much I despised being ordered around, but my anger was tempered by a gnawing fear. He had seen through my bravado, and now, his calm demeanor was unsettling.

"Go on," he repeated, his voice holding a note of irritation this time. He looked so unfazed, so casual, it almost made me more furious. My anger flared, but I knew I had to keep my wits about me. This was a battle of will as much as anything else.

"You think you can just sit there and eat while I’m stuck here with you?" I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended

His eyes finally met mine, and in them, I saw a flicker of something—was it amusement or just a cold, calculating assessment?