Two Religion

Two Religion

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 22,451
  • WpVote
    Votos 1,050
  • WpPart
    Partes 32
WpMetadataReadContenido adultoContinúa5h 56m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación sáb, dic 27, 2025
***The story may unfolds at a slow pace, allow the readers to engage with it at their own rhythm, following its natural progression.*** ************************************ Ayesha, Ayesha was the name of Murad's sister's. She does not live with them, she had left home a long time ago and neither she will be welcomed in this house again. How much embarrassment his family had to face the day his sister ran away from her Nikkah. Only to know that she married to a non-Muslim man. And that man was none other than Mustafa's wife Chhaya Singh Rathore's brother, His own wife Mr Murad Ahmet Mustafa's wife. Chaya was setting up her pillow and and blanket as the soft tinkling of her bangles echoed in the stillness, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The nuptial chain adorned her neck. Her figure, graceful, the kind many would desire, she adjusted the long, light pallu of her saree over her shoulder, which seemed to perpetually slip off, as if mocking her attempts to keep it in place, when suddenly she felt as though someone was staring at her. She turned to find Mustafa on bed, her devoted husband, gazing at her with affection. Detect the subtle sarcasm in his expression, she gave a slight snicker as she returned to her work. ...... The slap echoed through the air, its sharpness leaving Mustafa motionless, He looked at the woman who dared, her face flushed with rage, her anger evident in every feature. She took a step back, before she could pull away he gripped her neck and savagely forced his lips onto hers, leaving a brutal mark of dominance and then he released her. A second slap slammed into his cheek, sting lingering. Without pause, he brutalised her once more silencing her resistance in a single, overpowering motion. ************************************ This is my first time writing a story. #1 ranking out of 16k in cry #2 rank in temple #3 home rank out of 36.6 k Stories #1 freedom out of 17k #54 ranking out 134k in hate
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Hayaat
  • Too fragile for the beast
  • Replacement (US#6)
  • Mystery: Unspoken truth
  • 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
  • The Queen of Night
  • Match Made In Moonlight ✓
  • His selfish love
  • ༺𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓༻
  • LET ME HATE YOU
Hayaat

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido