50 parts Ongoing Mature"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"
