His Prisoner 21+

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The past few days had been nothing short of blissful for Emaan and Arzal. Emaan had found a sense of peace with Arzal—a love that enveloped her like a warm embrace. However, beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect relationship, there was an undeniable tension. Arzal's dominating nature frequently surfaced, his possessiveness wrapped around her like an unyielding barrier, making her feel both cherished and confined.

As the early evening sun began to cast a golden hue over the city of Milan, Emaan busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a simple dinner. The aroma of spices filled the air, making her smile as she hummed a soft tune. Just then, the front door swung open, and Arzal stepped in, his presence filling the room with warmth. Emaan's heart raced at the sight of him, her face breaking into a radiant smile. "Ap jaldi ghar agaye hain!" she exclaimed, wiping her hands on a towel as she rushed toward him. (You're home early!)

Arzal kissed her forehead, pulling her into a brief yet warm embrace.

"Aj ham bahir ja rahe haina?" She asked eagerly, still holding onto him. (We're going out today, right?)

Emu," Arzal began with a slight hesitation, "meri ek meeting hai, mujhe wahan jana hai. I just came to grab some files and see your beautiful face." He gently brushed his lips against hers in a quick, affectionate kiss. (Actually, I have a meeting to be in. I just came to grab some files and see your beautiful face.)

Emaan's face fell, her heart sinking as disappointment washed over her. "Par ap ne waada kiya tha mujhse! Why do you always have to work?" she blurted out, frustration bubbling over. "You never take me out! I want to explore the city with you! Phir ham kuch dino mein wapis chale jayenge." (But you promised me! Why do you always have to work? You never take me out! I want to explore the city with you. We'll be leaving soon, and I haven't seen anything!

"Aur agar ham wapis nahi jayen toh? Ham yahin ruk jate hain." (And what if we don't leave? What if we stayed here, in Milan?)

Caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his voice, Emaan stared at him, confused. But she quickly brushed it off. "Nahi, sab wahan par hain. Ham yahan nahi ruk sakte hain. Aur ap topic mat change karein. Mujhe abhi bahir jana hai." (No, everyone is back home. We can't stay here. And stop changing the subject—I want to go out now.)

"Emaan," he said softly, "I promise I'll take you out tomorrow. Just one more meeting, and then we'll do whatever you want."

"Meeting meeting meeting! Meri toh fikar hi nahi hai apko. Mujhe apke saath time spend karna hai. Apke saath bahir jana hai." Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. (Meeting after meeting! You don't seem to care about me at all. I want to spend time with you, go out with you.)

He stepped closer, reaching out to cup her face in his hands, his touch firm yet gentle. "Meri Jaan, yeh sab tumhare liye hi toh karta hun. Taake tum ek comfortable life jee sako." (My love, everything I do is for you, so that you can live a life of comfort and ease.)

She held his hand, which was resting on her cheek, "Par mujhe sirf ap chahiye hain aur kuch bhi nahi. Lekin ap hamesha busy rehte hain mere liye . Ap ko mera bilkul bhi khayal nahi hai. Kal bhi ap office ke baad sara time apne home office mein rahein, itni deir se room mein aye the." (But I only want you, nothing else. Yet, you're always busy. It feels like you don't care about me at all. Even yesterday, after work, you spent all your time in your home office and came to the room so late.)

Seeing the tears brimming in her eyes, Arzal felt a pang of guilt. He couldn't bear to see her upset. With a resigned sigh, he pulled her close and whispered, "Acha, jao ready hoke ao." (Alright. Go get ready.)

Emaan's sadness instantly dissolved into joy, her face lighting up with surprise and excitement. "Really? You mean it?" she gasped, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Arzal! Mujhe pata tha ap zaroor mujhe bahir leke jayenge." (Thank you, Arzal! I knew that you would take me out.)