27 parts Complete ☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎
#3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
#4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖
#4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊
#12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂
#20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏
"Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist.
"Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed.
The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor.
"He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear.
"Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face.
"You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute."
Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her.
Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain.
Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen.
His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for.
"You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.