Latte Or Mocha
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"I..I nee..d to leave," she said trembling trying really hard to hide her fear as he inched closer towards her. He cut the phone call and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes before it was masked away.
"I... I did..not... see anything, ple...ase don't kill me," she said fearstricken seeing the change in his facial expressions. She flinched away from his touch as he tried to wipe her tears.
"I will..not ..tell any...one , I pro..mise."
"I'll make it fast." Her pupils dilated further in fear as he pulled out something from his back pocket.
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"You had a problem with the shirt well I'll not wear it," she said taking off the torn black shirt that she loved. She started walking towards the door in her black bra and opened it slightly before it was pushed and locked shut by Dan, who had marched after her seeing her walk towards the door instead of her wardrobe.
"Where on earth are you going like that?"
"To the party."
"In a bra? Are you fucking out of your mind?
"Yes, you had a problem with the shirt, well its no more so now there ought to be no issue." Her statement ignited fire in Dan's eyes and he pushed her roughly against the door and forecully kissed her. She tried pushing against his chest and removing his lips from hers, however he cupped her face with one hand and opened the jeans button and zip with the other.
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She had been trying to find the source when all of a sudden her eyes fell upon Mustafa sitting across from them on the barstool drinking liquor and staring at them. He chugged the last sip of his drink and started fingering a girl whose back was to Feef while staring at Feef. She instantly felt grossed out witnessing the scene infront of her so she turned her face towards Dan and concentrated on him.
Seeing the disgusted expression on Feef's face got Mustafa smirking for he thought payback's a bitch. He was disgusted seeing them eat each other's face and fondle each other.
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"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.Complete
ZARIAHTTY
⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."Complete![AFEEMI , Hai Yeh Pyaar... [NOT COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/308340184-256-k922965.jpg)
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Lost Without You
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She Was Made For Him✔
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Too fragile for the beast
Her hands clutched her dress as she looked down. I placed my both hands each side of her head on the wall and caged her. She was terrified to be in that position. "Move back. What are you doing" Turning her face to a side she pushed me with both hands but I didn't budge. Instead I held her nape of the neck and yanked her face. I looked in to her eyes drowning into them. She punched my chest with her small fist to free herself from my hold. But I held her more tightly giving her more pressure on her neck which made her frown in pain. Tears were rolling down from her eyes wetting her chubby cheeks. She was trying her best to push me back but I yanked her face further and captured her lips. Her soft juicy lips against my dark rough one. Now she was struggling more to release herself, hitting my shoulders and pushing me continuously. But I was lost in her strawberry like lips. Tasting them and punishing them I was loosing my control as my other hand snaked around her waist which she tried to remove immediately. Her lips were warm and inviting me to explore more and more. Tilting her head to a side I deepened the kiss looking for an entrance. But she sealed her lips in to a thin line blocking me away. Nibbling her lower lip with mine I demanded for an entrance but she remained the same which made me frustrated. I removed my hand from her neck and held jaw and squeezed her cheeks. Her mouth pouted and I entered in to her devouring each corner inside. The need for her increasing each passing second and she was struggling hard to stop whatever I am doing with her. Her hard punches landed on my chest now and she was trying to push my face away. Suddenly I felt her movements stopped I loosed my grip on her and she collapsed in my arms. I was lost in the kiss and didn't realize she was out of her breath.
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I stood there trembling facing Ghazi Sahab The gun didn't waver It gleamed under the light ... steady ... cold Behind me ... Niharika ... Siya ... Laila All waiting for my answer "Say yes jaan" No smile this time ... only a command My lips parted I wanted to scream ... to run ... to vanish But his dark haunted eyes held me still "Kya muh dikhayenge logon ko ab" Papa's voice ripped through the house like thunder He slammed the table ... vase crashed ... marbles scattered ... Maa screamed "Ek Pandit pariwar ki beti hoke itni giri hui harkatein" he roared Maa grabbed my arm sobbing "Yeh tune kya kar diya" Then came the slap ... hard ... the kind that hits your soul "Mujhe tujhe paida hi nahi karna chahiye tha" she cried Chacha's voice cut in like a blade "Ghar ki izzat mitti mein mila di" Chachi hissed "Ashlil harkatein ... sab ke saamne tamasha" Walls echoed with curses ... shouts ... glass breaking I could taste the fear ... the shame ... the air too thick to breathe "Bas karo" I screamed ... my voice drowned under fists hitting flesh Papa's rage ... my uncles' shouting ... and him ... standing there ... blood dripping ... not fighting back "Chhod do usse please" I cried ... struggling He looked at me ... eyes soft ... almost apologetic "If I hit them ... you'll hate me" "I already hate you for not leaving" I shouted "If you love me ... even a little ... as much as a single grain of sand ... then LEAVE" He didn't move Another blow landed "Please ... I love you damn it ... go before they kill you" For a second everything stopped ... only our eyes locked He smiled faintly "You'll be safe if I stay" He clenched his jaw ... eyes burning "I hate you ... more than I ever thought I could" I laughed through my tears "Good ... then we finally agree on something"
To Love Your Enemy
The guards grabbed me, forcing me to enter the room I didn't even want to be in. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be captured. And most of all I didn't want to see this mendacious pharaoh. I hated this man! Absolutely hated him. His eyes filled with intense hate as he stared at me. He looked at me with a bored expression on his face. "I thought I told you to bring me the rebel leader, not some vacuous little girl." Anger started boiling inside me. The guards were about to respond but I interrupted them. "Why Pharaoh! What makes you believe I am not the rebel leader?" He looked at me annoyingly."Well for one thing you're a girl" I was completely enraged! "How sexist! You think that just because I'm not a man I can't be a leader! People like you disgust me! It sickens me that I even looked up to you as a child! I idolized you! Followed you everywhere! Thought-" I quickly covered my mouth realizing I had said to much. This isn't how I imagined the situation when I finally saw him again. I couldn't control my anger around him. The pharaoh's board expression turned into a more interested one. "You talk as if we have met before but I have absolutely no clue who you are! By all means I'm interested.... What are you called?" This was really bad! If I told him my name he would kill all of my comrades too. I had to lie... For their sake. "Neith..." The Pharaoh's eyes quickly snapped to me. "Let me rephrase my previous question... Tell me your FULL name and don't you dare give a fake one either or I will slaughter every single member of the rebel army... Even family members who weren't even involved will be killed." It was over! I couldn't let him kill all of those people. I guess my time was up now. He cornered me in to a wall. I was stuck with no other way out. "Safiya...Safiya Zahra." The Pharaoh's smile instantly turned into a frown. "That's impossible!" Well I think its safe to say he remembers me. "I was the one who killed you."Complete
"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.
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