Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

She woke up to a knock on the door. Her eyes lazily opened and she groggily said 'come in'. The door opened and her mother came in with a small smile on her face. She sat beside her on the bed and caressed her silky brown hair.

"Wake up, Zahra. I have a news for you," Ammara (her mother) told her.

She sat leisurely on the bed, resting her back against the headboard. Her brain was still zoned out and she was half awake but still, she wanted to know what news her mother had for her.

"Yes mama, what is it?"

"Haider Bhai (Irtaza's father) asked your hand for Irtaza. Last night, he came to my room and sincerely apologized for his father's behavior and then asked your hand for Irtaza without pressurizing or threatening me of throwing us out of this haveli. He truly wanted you to be his daughter-in-law and that too without any pressure." she broke the news.

This got Zahra's attention and she completely woke up. The memories of last night came rushing into her mind. She was sleeping soundly, her eyes opened, he stood there, he had a gun, he slapped her, he took her to a warehouse, he forced her to marry her. Her brain flashed with those three words that had sealed her fate.

Qubool hai

Qubool hai

Qubool hai

(I accept)

And now she was his wife.

'Am I his wife now? Really, now I am someone's wife? Daniyal, Oh God Daniyal! How can I leave him? What will happen?!'

Her mind began to accept whatever happened to her last night. It was too much for her. Too much. Her eyes were already tearing up upon realizing her situation. She tried to control her tears. She cant break in front of her mother. She can't tell her she was forcefully married. No. She just can't. It will break her mother more.

She blinked several times to drink in her tears and took a deep breath to calm her wild nerves down.

"What do you say, Zahra? Do you want to marry him? Don't worry about where we will live. Haider Bhai promised he will provide us a space to live,"

"I need to talk to Irtaza first mama," she said and jumped on her feet, draped her dupatta (veil) on her chest, and made her way out to his room.

She was being insane, all her emotions were bottled up inside her and she felt like soon they will blast and cause an explosion. She was sad, depressed, fearful, surprised but what she felt the most was rage, pure rage.

How dare he to force me into this relation!

She asked a maid on her way to tell the way to his room. Her legs were moving fast and a deep frown was marred on her forehead. The feeling was so overwhelming for her. Her hands were shivering with indignation and fury.

She came across the door of his room and without knocking or giving a second thought to entering inside or not, she harshly pulled the handle opening the door and blurted out without thinking twice,

"I want a divorce!"

He was standing near the site table only in his boxers. His hair was wet as he had just come out after showering. His muscular back faced her and he was bent down, a bit, picking up his cell phone from the table. His anger knew no bounds when someone entered his room without permission and it got out of control when he heard her words.

He slowly turned around and saw her standing there with wide eyes. His chiseled chest was on full display making him look more intimidating and that accelerated her heartbeat.

"You want what?" he asked cocking his brow. His voice was menacing.

She was getting afraid now. Her resolve broke in a pheww. His voice did all for her.

"I wa..nt divorce," her voice got small but still she stood her ground.

He was trying hard to control her anger. He clenched his jaw but tried his best not to show her his anger else she would want to run for mountains.

"Hmm.. so you want a divorce," he mused.

"Yes," she nodded. She was getting nervous and now anticipation was hitting her hard. She was cursing herself in her mind to come to his room in the first place. Her apprehension grew more every second, especially seeing him only in his boxers.

"Do you know who is a prostitute?" he questioned taking a step towards her. And that's when her heartbeat increased. Memories of last night flashed in her mind when he slapped her.

"What?" she asked in total bewilderment and he took one more predatory step in her direction. Her mind wasn't working now.

"A prostitute is a whore a slut," he told slowly.

"Why are.. you telling me all this?" her voice got small. She was baffled completely that why he was telling this to her.

"If you don't want to be my wife then you will be my whore," he stated.

"What?" she gasped with horror.

"Yes sweetheart," he took a dangerous step towards her. Her legs were frozen after listening to what he just said.

Did I hear him right?

"One step out of this haveli you will be abducted the next second and then I will make you my whore,"

He was now standing just a foot away from her. He abruptly closed the door and caged her between the door and him. Her heart jumped to her throat, her face got all hot and her stomach churned with fear. Her face leveled to his nipples and she begin to hyperventilate seeing him standing too close to her and that too only in his boxers.

"The choice is yours again," he said in a low voice near her ear.

"be my wife or be my slut." he whispered in her ear.

Her eyes watered with tears of humiliation. He was disgracing her.

A slut. Am I that low?

"I don't want divorce," she cried. Her voice was broken and small. She will never forget the way he humiliated her by asking her to be his whore.

"Good girl," he patted her cheek and pulled away from her.

Her heart wrenched painfully. And as soon as she turned around and opened the door to leave the door was harshly closed, bolted and her back was smashed onto the door. And the next thing she knew his pink lips smashed onto her soft ones.