Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) π
Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down.
He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes.
"Understood?"
"Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks.
"Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered.
She only pleaded him with her eyes. She was FINISHED!
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His fingers dugged into her cheeks as he placed his weight on her, suffocating her. His fingers threaded into her locks, tightly gripping them, to manoeuvre her head. His teeth biting her busted lips, drawing blood out of them. His tongue swirled around hers, there lips connected with each other.
She was trying to exhale but no air was coming inside. Her eyes were jutted out and her whole face was red with the lack of oxygen. She could taste the alcohol on her tongue. Her whole face became flushed and red with the lack of oxygen. She was punching the mattress instinctively. The hold on her locks tightened remarkably making her lightheaded. Her ears were becoming numb with the lack of oxygen and before she could faint again he pulled away from her and laid beside her on the bed breathing heavily.
Zahra immediately sat up and begin to cough violently. Her whole system was on fire. She had opened her mouth widely to exhale some oxygen but as if her body wasn't accepting it. She placed her hand on her chest which was shivering. She was hyperventilating. Her body was lacking oxygen. She still couldn't breathe. She was exhaling excessively hard and fast but no air was entering into her lungs, which were burning like hot coals. She was panicking and continuously patting her chest to draw some breath.
Irtaza noticed her condition. She was having a panic attack. With a jerk on her arm, she made her lay beside him on his forearm. Dugging his fingers in her cheeks, he puckered her lips out. His head turned towards her as he begin to look straight in her eyes.
"Calm down." he said softly and these two words were enough to clear the haze of fear and panic from her mind.
"Close your eyes." he murmured and she did that, closed her eyes, still breathing heavily. "Take deep breaths." he muttered lowly and started to caress her swollen cheek. She begin to take long deep breaths to calm herself.
It worked.
Several minutes passed, her eyes were still closed and she was still inhaling the air and trying not to focus that he is beside her and eventually her panic attack ended.
She opened her eyes slowly when she felt she was normal enough and then her eyes matched his.Β
She stared directly into his grey eyes which held alot of emotions in them other than anger and the most prominent of them was repulsion.
Those grey orbs once were used to fill with love and admiration for her and they now only held hate and repulsion for her.
She didn't know why but it pulled the strings of her heart.
He noticed her eyes, which were red due to crying and wide as saucers. He loved her eyes, which made him feel that truth and innocence still exist in this dark world but suddenly, his brain clouded with her betrayal, her plan of gaining his trust and in a flash the love was replaced with loathe for her.
He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to torture her barbaraically.Β
He wanted to possess her. He wanted herself for him and just him.
His hand slid down to her throat, gripping it slightly tight.
"You let him touch what's mine." he whispered near her lips. She was afraid.
"I had told you that these lips were only mine to kiss. Remember?" He questioned, kissing her jawline.
She remained quite, unable to answer him but his hold tightened on her throat making her nod her head vigorously.
"Words"
"Ye..ss" she stuttered.
"And you let him touch what's mine. You should be severely punished for it. You hugged that bastard despite knowing that you were already married to me."
"I....uh-" she whimpered.
"Shhhh...... not a word."
"I will kill that Daniyal, Zahra. I will kill him in a way that his existence would be erased from this world." he whispered near her ear.
Β "And for you my wife, a painful, extremely painful life awaits for you. I wont kill you but every day you'll be dissappointed that you woke up again. Death itself will be a gift for you." He vowed, his eyes shining with a promise and pulled away from her. She immediately sat up. Her body quivering.
He sat on the sofa infront of her and poured some wine into the glass. He gulped it down slowly looking at her intensely, making her shiver more and she brought her knees closer to her chest, hugging them, looking at him with wide eyes.
She was fearful.
Extremely fearful.
"Now Zahra. Show me your phone." he ordered, pointing towards her bag, which laid on the side table.
Her heart dropped.
There were chats of her and Daniyal in the phone. She was doomed.
"I...actua-"
"Give me your phone." he cut in and she slowly stood up, moving towards the bag and took her phone out with shaking hands. She passed it towards him.
"Password." He asked, turning the phone on.
"I...don't remember." she lied, not matching his eyes.
"Tell me the code now." he asserted and his dark tone was enough for her to tell him the code.
"Its Dan1yal." she answered, looking down towards the floor.
Daniyal and she had a bet which she lost and then she had to change her password to Daniyal's name and remove the thumb lock as well so she could remember him whenever she unlocks her phone. Zahra was actually happy that day when she lost the bet.
He chuckled darkly and unlocked her phone, opening her messages with Daniyal.
'Daniyal, he said he loved me.'
'Good.'
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'Today, he told me that I've his complete trust.'
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'Last night he came into my room and we both went to a dinner.'
'Ok. How was it? Hope you haven't acted out of the way otherwise he will be suspicious.'
They both didn't text much as much as they'd call each other. And Zahra always used to discuss her guilt and remorse, what she felt on phone not on the messages.
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