Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

He picked up the tray from the bedside and placed it in front of her. She averted her face and refused to eat. He held her from her jaw, but not harshly and turned her face towards him.

"Do you think I don't know that you lied to me that day? Faking your periods? Should I fuck you now? I guess you don't have appetite then let's get it done because I want a release badly" he whispered in her ear as his bare chest touched with her naked body. And jolts of shiver ran down her spine giving her goose pimples and goosebumps all over. The tingling feeling of the water which contacted her body, all wet from his muscular chest made it feel like sensual. 
She closed her eyes in frustration because every time her body deceive her. She shook her thoughts away and picked up the glass of juice from the tray, gulping it down her throat in one go.

"Easy babe, don't be harsh on yourself" he commented while he smirked at her reaction. He couldn't digest how terrified she was from him to touch her.

She didn't meet his gaze anymore as he watched her intensely, eating everything in fear. But he also couldn't take his eyes off from her naked body. How she covered her chest with just a rug and her back all bare for him to gaze. 
But he could understand that it was not the time for this. He shifted his gaze from her body and sat on the couch. He started using his phone while she ate food in frustration.

Although she was hungry, and her stomach was growling but she still denied him. But now eating food gave her some sort of peace. But what she couldn't understand was his behavior. He tortured her badly and now acted like he cared for her, but his tongue proved her wrong. He was right he didn't wanted her to die, wanted to make her suffer until she takes her own life. Somehow the colourful memories of Yahya hovered over her mind, and she ate food while thinking about him. How happy she must be, if she married Yahya. 
But a ray of hope stroke her heart as she realized that he was in Dubai too. Someday she might see him and tell him all her sorrows. But she was guilty inside for betraying him, she didn't had courage to face him.

As she finished her food, he stood up from his couch and picked up the tray to place it on the table.

She couldn't bear herself naked anymore. Her embarrassment was at peak when she tried to pick up the shirt from the floor. 
To her amazement, he picked it up first and took it away from her reach.

Author's note

So sorry I made you wait guys, I was really busy and didn't had a internet connection to post the chapter. So here's the treat of two chapters together.