His Healing Touch
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She walked into the room which was locked since they walked in the house. she scanned the whole room and there she saw him on the floor, sitting near the study table. head buried in between his knees.
It was him. Sufiyan. No. Dr Sufiyan Rehman. who never cried. but Is crying now.
why?
She walked towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
as soon as he felt the warmth of her hand he knew who it was.
without looking up he pulled her down by pulling her by hip.
he sobbed in her arms like a little child scared of something.
.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.
he pulled her closer and she sobbed in his arms saying everything that she never dared to tell anyone because of a promise she made in her childhood that almost destroyed her mental health.
no one knew she was dying inside, except him. Her beloved doctor husband who loved her with everything in him and would do anything to protect her or to give her mental peace. even if he had to go beyond the promises he made to himself. and his promises to her were...
"Now you're mine. Mine to keep, mine to feed, mine to make laugh, mine to protect, mine to love, mine to touch...and most importantly... Mine to breed" he said and chuckle a bit
while making these promises he didn't know what was awaited for...both of them.
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
they both loved to annoy each other.
she pushed him away in fear and anger
"what the hell were you trying to do? and why the hell are you even in my room?" she pushed him away again "and how the hell did you get in my house, huh?" she hit on his shoulder again "I'm talking to you Mr Sufiyan Rehman!!" she looked at him with pure annoyance but it was as if the smirk was plastered on his face, he looked at her up and down
"feisty, are we. I like it" he chuckled and shake his head
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⚠️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."
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