i think ur the best hamza smut writer on tumblr hands down mummy ki kasam
hi babe, i just woke up to see this & omg thank you so much! this sweet compliment is everything to me, my month has been made 🎀 btw you’re so beautiful!!! 🧿
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
Over the dirt of the city, blood on his hands and the hate in his heart all he saw was her
Uzair Baloch - A man who has lost everything he had once loved and lost himself in the path of vengeance, a man with a now hollow heart who inevitably fall for the daughter of the very man he destroyed, he tells himself its for information, that she will remain another step for him to reach the culprits behind his brother death but finds himself unable to hurt her.
Y/N Chaudhry- The ghost daughter of Aslam, who never existed for the world, saw her 'father' die for the second time, this time by the hands of the man she had grown to admire despite all the hate her father spewed against him. She had seen how his world crumbles at the sight of her tears, felt her own heart race inside the prison of his arms but she is also the daughter who seeks revenge from the man who is glass in her hands
Trigger warnings for the plot - Toxic relationship dynamic, Toxic! Uzair and Reader, Manipulative Reader, Violence, Gore, Slight dubcon, NSFW, there will be voilence between the leads ( not more than pulling, pushing,grabbing), angst(lots of it), drugs use ,happy ending!!!
a/n- hope ya all would like it didnt want to give away more than this, will contain some fucked up family as well sooo but ending happy hai soo dw I dont know if it will be for 3 or 4 parts
I hated my dividers the last time got pretty one this time
I WILL NO LONGER WRITE FANFICTION FOR THE DHURANDHAR CAST. MY CELEBRITY WORSHIP ENDS TODAY.
WHILE SIR SONAM WANGCHUK CONTINUES HIS HUNGER STRIKE FOR US YOUTH AND STUDENTS OF INDIA, NOT ONE MEMBER OF THE DHURANDHAR CAST HAS SPOKEN UP IN SUPPORT. IN MY VIEW, IF YOU HAVE MILLIONS OF FOLLOWERS BUT WON'T USE YOUR PLATFORM WHEN IT TRULY MATTERS, WHAT IS THAT INFLUENCE FOR?
HE HAS ALREADY LOST AROUND 9KGS AND IS ON HIS 19TH DAY OF THE HUNGER STRIKE. WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOOSE HIM. SO SPEAK UP.
SILENCE ISN'T LEADERSHIP. IT'S COWARDICE.
DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED. DO BETTER.
IF YOU STAND FOR THE NATION & OUR SIR SONAM WANGCHUK PLEASE REPOST AND JOIN THE BATTLE ON TUMBLR.
dom!hamza is aware of the danger his lifestyle brings so he keeps you intact, tracking your whereabouts, keeping a device with you every time you go out.
dom!hamza comes home after a tiring day in the city so when he comes home to you, he expects you to be wearing a sheer dress that's barely hiding anything so he has easy access to your body.
dom!hamza has strict rules when it comes to your submission such that he owns all of your orgasms.
dom!hamza has a rule that says you will not touch yourself in his absence doing so will make you a earn a punishment.
dom!hamza ties you up to the bed for hours, inserting his thick fingers in your tight cunt pumping them in and out until your legs are shaking with undeniable pleasure but not letting you cum until he is sure that you learned your lesson.
dom!hamza is hyper-aware of the size difference between the both of you and he makes sure that your small figure is completely caged, helpless in his presence.
dom!hamza whose hands are on your waist, tightly securing you in public so everyone knows who you belong to.
dom!hamza likes to hug you from behind marking your neck with sloppy kisses leaving his claim on you.
dom!hamza takes the weekend off, away from the chaos and drives you to his private villa at the countryside where it is only the both of you.
dom!hamza buys you an appealing two piece lingerie set in the colour red and makes you wear it around the villa
dom!hamza loves the missionary position because he likes to see you under him, eyes rolled back and withering with pleasure. “look at me while i am fucking you” he says, demanding you to open your eyes staring directly through your soul while his cock is buried deeply inside you, shattering every piece of your sanity
dom!hamza likes leaving spots on your body, grabbing your skin on the most sensual spots to tease you, so that your body is covered with marks and bruises.
dom!hamza lets you cum first because according to him, your pleasure is the foremost important thing.
dom!hamza makes you suck every last drop of his cum until you are gagging on his fingers.
dom!hamza picks you up in his arms after a long session, your tired body secured in his broad arms and leads you to the bathroom.
dom!hamza bathes you with your favourite vanilla scented body wash gently and with utmost care.
dom!hamza shampoos your hair, massaging your scalp with his skillfull hands.
dom!hamza applies antiseptic on the places he left bruises so they are healed quickly.
dom!hamza pulls you on his laps, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while you speak about all the things that have been bothering you.
dom!hamza ruffles his fingers through your hair while uplifting your self-esteem after you share an incident thats been making you feel sad or inferior.
dom!hamza understands you on an emotional level and tells you, “you deserve better because you are my good girl”
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞- so i wrote these last night while being sleep deprived so i am sorry if i caught on something wrong, the aesthetics of this post took the MY ALL TIME, tumblr so icky on app.
comment who shall i write for next and if youd like to be on hamzas taglist
a/n-yes ik I write too much kidnapping plots, I know :.) , also there is no smut in this part please forgive my ahh dont slime me I tried to write but its too long to fit in one part, sorry, thanks to my fav my babu @mujhekoimarsbhejdo For helping me through the whole plot and three crash out
warnings - 18+ UZAIR ( biggest warning here tbh) abusive language, forced marriage, scared!reader, toxic!reader and Uzair, threatening , implied masturbation, making out, humping(?) misogyny,conservative
thanks to mah baby @chai-ke-sath-parleg
College started out as a peaceful temporary relief from the eyes of your forebodingly strict parents , you weren't half as interested in studying as you were in attaining some sense of freedom, your parents were your dearest ? yes, but were they also suffocatingly conservative and scared to let you out? Also yes
You course sat on the sidelines , study didn't have a knack for you but the ambition to score good did, so after time you learned to gobble up books you didn't fancy just for the sake of seeing an high score on the paper, you had girls you can call friends, girls who didn't judge you for your overly naive understanding of the world or the fact that you needed assurance to cross the road for the first few months, everything would have been if you weren't met with him, the day of your college fest that marked one of year of your anew life.
For the first time in your life you had worn a dress, a dress that you had stuffed forcefully into your bag to change into it inside the college, first time all of your friends fell busy to an emergency and had to leave you alone in the late evening, they were worried of course so they wrote a small chit for you to follow, for what to tell the auto rickshaw driver and the address to go to where they were all going to meet eventually at the end of the night, you made it till there your hands clenched in a fist to attack the driver if he took a wrong but fortunately nothing happened in the auto you reached safely but your ears ringed with the sense that something was going to come your way.
You checked the purse, shuffling through lipsticks, massacras, napkins, pads some spare change, you double checked going through every nook and corner of the leather that was half torn at the insides and yet no sign of the club ticket at all, it went up in smoke vanished like it had never existed, your first instinct was to ring up the phone but your friends hadn't reached themselves though and standing outside in a place that were a harbour for drunk was already settling off your - not used to people- brain.
Your feet ached from the heels standing in front of the man who kept the gate closed telling him off in whispers that your friend would be here any second, and that you lost the ticket on the way but with the decibel you were speaking in he barely made out anything you were saying
“ Y/N”
It was a man, his voice reverberated in the dead of the night outside the club that was filled with the mixed jumbles of the songs that made out the door, a voice so distinct you froze in place, not a friend, not your relative, definitely not your father but a boy you had encountered in your early teens when you went to the Baloch Haveli with your father for work.
You turned back slowly as if that would change the reality of you being caught, the world was a beautiful mess that night standing under the streetlights seeing the boy who once scared you standing over you as a man who terrified you, before any words could even touch your lips he started
“ Yeh kaise kapde phen rakhe hai tune”
He eyed you down, piercing you with his gaze from the start of your head to the end of your bruised feet, you were decked up in a mini dress that fell mid thigh, a cleavage that plunged scandalously low.
“ Aa.. Aap.. Yaha?. Ma.. Mai voh”
“ Mai yaha kaam se aaya hoon…” He declared, stepping closer, “ Yeh sab kya hai y/n?” He scowled in disbelief ,
“ Aapse kya matlab” is what you wanted to say so bad that you had to bite your tongue to hold back the words.
“ Kya karne aayi ho yaha?” he moved closer but in your eyes it looked like he had lunged on you with the way his grip settled on your chin lifting your head that you didn't know you had titled down to avoid his gaze. You hadn't seen him in years, this possessiveness didn't make sense,
“ Party… meri friends bhi aa rahi hai.. Meri ticket ghum hogyi”
You whispered your nose unwillingly, being flooded with the smell of sandalwood and cigarette butts from his hand, he shifted the hold from your chin to your cheek in a slow, daunting manner.
“ Ladke ke saath aayi ho?” “ Nahi bilkul nahi” The rest of your words were a murmur but this was a coherent no because God bless if he said that to your dad, said any of this to your dad, “ Theek hai.. Fir, andar jaana hai?” You nodded but to Uzair it was a movement to soak in your fear , watch the way your overlined lips tremble at his proximity, how your eyes drifted side by side anywhere but his face, how your body could only see and feel one thing right now - him.
He got off that power imbalance high before speaking again, “ Mai madad karu?” You looked back at the club, at the neon red from the banner that covered half his face but nothing could conceal the intent of his eyes and you were grown enough to tell right from wrong and Uzair he appeared he was one step away from crushing you into his arms and kiss you senseless, a thought that your made your heart beat dangerously faster, “ Nahi .. I will manage”
He shrugged back huffing a breath, your traced his hands that moved swiftly to his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a metal lighter from the other. Perched up against the bonnet of his car away from you for now but his eyes fixed on one thing- you. You avoided it watching the line of people that made their way in, the door creaking to the buzz of the party opening and closing every few seconds at the end and the more late it got, there were more men on their bicycles performing their usual hooligans.
You could perceive by now that they were taking extra rounds to ogle at you, whistling when they crossed by. Anxiously you pulled at the hem of your dress with one, one hand that tried to lift the front up so it can at least reach your collarbones, you knew you looked ridiculous right now but the thrum of fright was making you work against your conscience, sniffling you looked up at Uzair who was already staring at you. The one glance was enough, he strided over to you in a fraction of time his palm covering the span of your waist as he pulled you flushed into his side.
You couldn't think anything as you delved your face into his chest crying low, engulfed by his tall frame while the soft fabric of his pathani that has turned coarse with time scuffed at your skin and your hands fisted into his suit. “ Shhh” He hand caressed the back of your head, his finger going to tread through our waves , “ Yahi pe reh” He let go partly, yanking the closest man by his collar,
“ Maafi maang!”
Uzair spat out his cigarette rasping out in his face, “ Maafi maang bandi hai meri” the man stumbled too drunk and confused to get his words right thrown off completely by the fact that he was facing Uzair , or that he messed with something that's his when the apology didn't come as soon as he anticipated he fell back into his vexation striking his hand hard enough against the man’s cheek. He fell back from the impact, mouth bleeding and the ring in his ear had sobered him up he knew more than enough to not get into the bad looks of the baloch brother, in front of men who runs the whole of Lyari,
“Maaf kardo madam”
You peeked out nodding at him snapping back at Uzair who had gotten a hold of you and had started walking you to the door, his jaw shut tight, “ Mai aapki bandi kab ban gayi? UZAIR?” you winced in distress, his grip only tightened further , watching at the bouncer with vacant eyes till he opened the gate for you two, “ Uzair kya kar rahe ho?” You hissed, flailing but now enough to bother his hold on you because you were curious to see what he was trying to do.
He ‘threw’ you into the corner, face shoved up against yours
“ Main kya karoon? Kya tujhe wahan aisay hi chhor doon taaki gair mard tujhe ghoorte rahe?”
“ Aap bhi ..gair mard hi ..hoon”
you argued back at all you could breath in was him, pressed against the cold wall,
“ Hato please”
You tried inadequate enough to not budge him but enthral him closer.
It was a fleeting memory that didn't leave your head for days when you first saw him, you were 10 in your frilly skirt, he was 17 talking to your father. You were spanning the unreal chimerical vast haveli with unblinking eyes when he leaned in to rustle your hair muttering “Motu” lovingly, your cheeks stayed puffed up for a week after that, burning with spleen. The next time you met him you were thirteen and he didn't even turn to look at you (of course) as you kept staring admiring the beauty in front of you, and between this your years passed with no conversation but he had made a mental note that you were the daughter of the man who worked at his factory and that’s all it was supposed to be and had been for years.
“ Tu ne kis qisam ke kapray pehn rakhe hain? Aur akeli bahar ghoom rahi hai?, tujhe kuch andaza hai ke tere sath kya ho sakta tha?”
“Please Uzair hato yeh kya kar rahe ho aap” with both hands you pushed at his chest only to become entranced by how his muscles felt under your touch, the warmth of his skin radiating off of him and and the pulse of his wildly beating beating heart,
“ College mei toh bahut shareef ban kar jaati ho”
“ Kyunki voh college hai yeh club hai….ek second aapko kaise pata-”
“Ek mahine se dekh raha hoon tujihe” He muttered out
“Kya..”
He didn't care to explain himself further but his eyes had darkened significantly, your softness disparity perilously opposed to hard planes his body was, his eyes lugged at your face then to the cleavage that perched up,
“Cover kar”
He grunted tossing his vest at you,
“ Nahi karna mujhe cover..aap hato yaha se please”
He crashed his body with yours, quelling your escape with himself. He was hiding you from the view of everyone limiting the world to you both, you had known these cages, that what your life had been but you have never felt this staggered.
“Hil mat”
“Mere friends ayege toh mujhe dhundhege”
“Mai dekh loonga”
“Uzair-”
“Hil.mat” he was exasperated and the you attempted one last time before coming to the salient conclusion, you weren't winning against him.
Apart from your knowledge he was also fully familiar with your friends not in the normal decent human way but in the way that he had been stalking you so precisely he was aware of all the people that dawdled in your surroundings.
Even when your friends had found their way there he wasn't moving till you had put on his vest that didn't fit you at all but he couldn't care less if it covered some of your flesh,
“ Yeh yaha kya kar raha hai Y/N?”
they asked in hushed tone not daring to catch his eyes “ Mujhe bhi nahi pata, please tolerate him for now”
“ Tumhe bhi nahi pata ka kya matlab?”
“Family friend hai..mera khyaal rakhne aaye hai”
Surprisingly he didn't stop you from dancing ( as if he had the right to in first place), he just stood there like a statue repelling off anyone man that came in you and your friends way, but not for once you could dance like the world around you didn't exist because he clearly did with that piercing gaze and somewhere in between you had started dancing for him. Shaking your hips to the beats with your back turned to him waiting for the fabric to ride up your thighs to give him a brief view of your lace panties , deliberately touching his skin acting as if reaching for balance or absentmindedly, you did not understand yourself what you were doing maybe getting back at him for calling you motu all those years back.
You picked up your heels into your hand following behind him out the club when the clock had struck one, “ Mai drop kardu?” He interrupted watching you all fuss over to catch a taxi, your eyes shot up meeting his “ Ghar hi chorunga” Smugly he remarked spinning the keys of his car on his finger easily, “ Inhe chor do pehle.. Mere abbu 8 baje se phele ghar nahi aane waale aur unke hisaab se mai vaise bhi inke ghar par hoo”
“ SHIT Y/N mai batana bhool gayi thi par tum mere ghar par nahi aa sakti infact mai bhi mere ghar nahi jaa sakti.. Vahi emergency thi sab hospital pe hai and ghar locked hai toh mai apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hoon, we can find you hotel on the way-” “ Mere yah ruk jayegi” Uzair declared moving so fast that you couldn't even blink and found yourself in his passenger seat, another second all your friends was giggling in the backseat.
One by one he dropped them off till it was just you two in the car, your phone flooded with messages of text to me when you got home, “ Aap sach mei mujhe apne ghar leke jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan.. Kyu tum kisi hotel mei sona prefer karogi?” “ Ghar… khaali hai?” “ Kaash hota” He stretched his arms letting go of the steering completely passing you a lazy smirk, the sleeves of his suit slid up revealing his dusted forearms , his left hand never back to the steering resting at your shoulder, you shrugged your shoulder but he didn't bother drawing circles at the bare skin humming along to the radio.
“ Darne ki jarrurat nahi hai, bhaiya bhabhi sab ghar par hai”
You caught back your breath throwing him a half glare
“Mai dar nahi rahi thi aur yeh aap haath hatao”
“ Jaise tu kahe meri jaan”
“ EXCUSE ME? please yeh sadak chaap bad-tameezi mat karo mere saath”
“Bad-tameezi? Aur club mei joh tum kar rahi thi voh kya tha ?” He asked derisively, his fingers drumming at the steering
You remembered the way you tried to give him a tease dazed in the music and the setting it didn't feel so hard to do, he could not exactly do anything about it in front of your friends and perhaps that why you were so tempted to do so as well, he had scared the life out of you for a few movements and regaining back that control felt nice..until you were in a car with him locked inside with the windows shaded black
“Maine kuch nahi.. Kiya” He didn't argue but the pink on your cheeks and the crack of your voice spoke for the both of you
The ride came to its end in front of the one of most polished and eminent building in Lyari, their haveli touched with time the minors crack noticable but from the inside it was just as you remembered it with the glass stained arches and windows, the low hanging intricate jhumars and and all wooden furniture carved with classic designs, soon at your entrance you were met with his nephews holding their hand out from already expecting to catch Uzair doing something that will result in him giving them enough money for a month pocket money
You jumped slightly at the two but both of them looked equally shocked to find you, Uzair just sighed at himself
“ Yeh kaun hai chachu?” Faisal exclaimed in a whisper, “ Isse kaha se utha laaye aap” Naiem added.
“Chachi hai tumhari” He snickered, you shook your head firmly in a clear ‘NO’ “ Hone waali” Uzair said as if that made any more sense than what he said last and honestly you were blown away from the audacity “Chachu paise nikaalo” “ Baad mei le lena” “ Abhi do” They both reprimanded, you stood awkwardly with your heels in one hand, one hand holding the dress down.
You followed Uzair to his room upstairs, you finally realised how stupid this was agreeing to come here and now he had you in HIS ROOM or maybe that's what you wanted, no it can't be, you clearly mixing up butterflies with the flight instincts in your gut to run from this place from his intense gaze,
“ Koi aur kamra nahi hai?”
“ Hai” he said simply opening the curtains to cover the window pulling the room into darkness. You squeaked your body feeling numb from the fear
“ Toh..mai vaha so jao”
“Nahi”
The careless flirt was miles better than this serious tone that gave away nothing, it did actually but you didnt wanna admit that you threw yourself into the lion's den,
“ Kyu nahi?”
You walked back slow on your tip toes so he wouldn't figure out if you are moving back in the dark trying not to give away any anything to him that would make him lunge at you,
“ Kyunki maine kaha”
You did not reply or else your voice going distant would give him the hint,
“ Aur kitna bhaagogi?”
You steps paused, foot tangling with the bed side as you tumbled back into the plush mattress , your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the greyed outline of Uzair moving closer till he was above you, tremors ran down your whole body as his coarse hands traced down your cheek, “ Uzair please” You breathed out, “ Please kya?” He asked his finger hooking beneath the thin strap fabric of your dress that barely covered any of your shoulder it was almost a line sitting at your skin, your mind stopped working for a second before you gathered enough words to speak again,
“ Mai chilla doongi”
“ Chilla do kaun bachayega?” he creeped up closer till your breaths were one, your eyes widened at the implication of this closeness even if you were scared you licked your lips, your body working overtime against your concise.
He threw his head back laughing loudly, “ Kitna darti ho yaar?” you sat up huffing angrily to hide how riled up you were amidst your fear, “ Yeh kaisa majaak tha?” “ Accha baba sorry.. Mai dusre room mei soo jaunga .. dont worry..,lamp yaha hai and washroom is taraf hai” he pointed at the door in one corner getting up leisurely
“Goodnight”
“ Itni fikr hai meri?”
“Aise bas bolte hai..manners hote hai” You fixed your clothes, pulling up the blankets to your chest “ Aapko kaise hi pata hoga” you added on in a whisper
“ Mhm? Firse bolna jara”
He said like he had taken any offence if anything he found your fussiness adorable but definitely the terror struck face was one of the best views he had encountered and he wanted to see more of it. You shook your head instantly shutting up ,it was hard not to get mouthy when he was this infuriating.
In the morning you stripped off the sparkly sequin that stuck to your body changing back into the clothes you left the house in, a decent pista green salwar suit.
Uzair was initially confused at the 180 when you answered the door but he could see how it complimented , the constant fight with the clothes to keep your dignity and the way you way you teased the most hidden parts to him last night now wrapped in this innocence was amusing as well as enticing-he liked your little lies. And he couldn't deny that you looked stunning last night but the grounded look had him in more of a chokehold.
“ Dress kaha gayi?” “ ..Purse mei hai” he raised his eyebrows, “ Ghar chalna hai? “ “ Haan.. Ab tak toh abbu pahuch gaye hai.. Call aaya tha unka”
“ Bhaiya dikhe toh bol dena tum abhi aayi hoon” “ Par-” “ Baaki ka mai sambhal loonga”
You felt so out of place trying to walk past the suspicion filled gaze of his men that saw you, acting like you belonged there in any sense of the word knowing damn well your life was back in a shabby home and even that was courtesy of Rehman, no wonder your family boasted them like they were the gods sent men and you were scared to do anything that went against what they found ‘good' a word that already did not fit in with the gangster lifestyle.
Ulfat stopped in her place watching you walk behind Uzair like a scared mice, holding the edge of your kurta tight in a desperate attempt to disappear you were caught, and worse Rehman was also there walking to where she was, “ Uzair yeh kaun hai?” Rehman called, why him?! It would have been a billion times better if it was Ulfat doing the questioning.
“ Yeh Rashid ki beti” “ Hi uncle” Is all you could manage over your nervousness “ Humare ghar par kya kar rahi hai” “ Mai leke aaya isse” “ Kyu?” “ Ghar aa kar bata ta hoon na bhai isse phele chor du”
“ Kya bolege aap unhein?” you closed the seat belt in place asking him finally,
“ Rehman bhai meri sab zidd puri karti hai, unke phele bete jaise joh hoon mai”
You stated trying to understand what he meant, scrunching up your eyebrows to comprehend what that zidd was. He relished it really that naiveness paired with boldness, that zidd was undeniably you and his Rehman bhai wasn't going to stop him on his reckless pursuit.
The whirr of the engine came to an end a hundred metres before your house, the morning was awfully quiet today of all days it was 6 and yet no usual clutter or people were there, “ Thanks” You opened the door steadying your brain to not turn back to take second glances and just go back home when he blocked your path, you found yourself against the bonnet fiddling with your dupatta to avoid the cinnamon, cigarette smell of him, or the fact he had yet again scared the life out of you.
“ Uzair-” “ Itni shareef toh ho nahi tum ki tumhe samajh nahi aayien ki mujhe kaya chaiye” “ Kya chaiye?” his eyes drifted to your lips without any shame, “Bilkul nahi” You gasped moving away but he was quicker, more wrecked then you would have imagined, his both hands slapped against the bonnet at either side of the body easily caging you in. “ "Tu janti hai mujhe is lams ki talab hai” You had noticed it before the way they had become his attention undivided from everything else but the raw gritty voice made your skin crawl
“ Mujhe nahi pata aur mai yeh sab nahi karti” You fidgeted with your clothes stealing glances at him who seemed to be only getting closer by the passing second , you turned your head away quick when he was almost about to kiss you making him tut once because he saw how your lips had already parted in anticipation but still you wanted to be defiant, his hands skidded at the metal surface creating a screeching sound before they settled right beside your both hips hands brushed against your covered skin but still enough to burn you from inside.
“ tumhare baap ka ghar yaha se do minute bhi door nahi hai, batao mai unhe ki unki beti kaha thi raat bhar? kya phenti hai kaha jaati hai”
you choked on your words he couldn't be seriously blackmailing you right now? But his expression was clear as day. It was hard to differentiate the man often. If he was joking he was dead serious and for now he looked serious. It's just a kiss - you told yourself gulping down hard to face closing your eyes.
“ Yeh sahi nahi hai jo aap kar rahe hai-” You blinked up once to find the viscous all drowning need on his face that didn't belong to these soft blissful mornings, you squirmed under it. your body finding a place to hide which you couldn’t.
“ Acchi baat hai ki mujhe ghanta farq nahi padta ke main sahi kar raha hoon ya galat. Aur agar tujh pe haq jatana bura hai ... toh mujhe bura hi ban na hai. Rok sakti hai toh rok le"
He sealed your lips with his, his head tilted so he could devour you as if nectar dripped from your lips, as if you were flesh plump washed up with rain, sucking the tender low lips with his. You stood like a statue soaking in the veneration. It was a slow careful kiss, his hands finally sliding up from the bonnet to hold your hips even though there was no need to, you weren't moving anyways not in this life. Uzair’s beard grazed at your skin in contrast to the softness his lips moved with, you were tempted to kiss back like it would not have any consequences.
Your lips separated with a soft sigh, moving your head along with his in a trance he welcomed the movement his large hand cupping the back of your head with a satisfied hum at your surrender, while the other rubbed circles at your hips that treacherous heat travelled straight to in between your legs, he only pulled back when he saw he saw the usual crowd leave their house but he still did not want to let go of the warmth, his lips catching at your cheek instead
He spread open the fabric of your dupatta, the cloth spanning over your shoulder down to your chest, completely covering the silhouette, he was lying you looked good either way but he had seen the way you teased that thin strip, he was beyond worried if that display existed for anyone else,
“ Dhang se chunni ood ke jaaya kar college ab se varna sach mei teri padhai band kara doonga” The foulness returned with full force and so did the tremble of your body but you could not find any words to defend yourself right now, how would you look uttering them with your now swollen lips . He tossed his phone at you catching you off guard, he had brought a new blackberry messenger to talk with you putting back his iphone at phone, “ Number daal isme apna” You opened your mouth to say no , “ Jaldi kar varna koi dekh lega” the urgency of the familiar faces emerging out from their house made your finger press into the keypad before you knew it.
The validation of being worshipped was so blinding you forgot your fear, the logicality of how reckless he was, how volatile he was
“ Milne ayegi mere se?” You had picked up the call he gave you after your third lecture, the name Janwar baloch on your screen
“Kyu pareshaan karte ho aap college mei hoon abhi”
You muttered but pulled the phone closer to your ear,
“ Chal na, joh bolegi voh khilaunga”
“ Sach mei?!!!”
“ Haan toh ab bol chalegi?”
“ Bas khaane ke liye aa rahi hoon aapke liye nahi”
You bit back your smile, blushing into the phone and just like that you were eating the infamous chaat while he watched quietly but so fondly you felt like you would melt, “ Ice cream khayegi?” he asked when your mouth was already full from the last overly filled scoop you took, you nodded enthusiastically. He wiped the cream from the side of your mouth gently watching you still with that unspoken adoration and the way you tried to ignore the warmth in your heart. It did not take long for these meeting to become the staple and for it be usual for you to be pressed up in a shady alleyway wall making out with him at least twice a week, your fingers fisted in his hair and shirt not ready to let him go each time, kissing him back with the same frenzy as his in which teeth met before lips.
It was one of those days again but it just got intense with the wet sound of lips smacking together Uzair hands weren't tangled in your hair or gracing the nape of your neck but pulling you up by thighs, you complied wrapping them around his waist only pulling him closer comical view with how modestly you were decked up. You swept your tongue along his only feeling more enticed from the change of position your back scraped at the brick wall, your tongue brushed at his sensitive palette and he groaned hip hips jerking up and then you felt it. A rock hard feel poking in between your legs, he thrust forward once before hurriedly putting you down, turning away from you to compose himself.
“ Sorry Y/N”
But that groan has stayed with you keeping you from falling asleep you and the concept of time has slipped from your mind every time you closed your eyes you were there again in his arms again wondering how it would have gone if he didn't control himself, you pressed your thighs together to relieve some sighing at another unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep. Tentatively you reached down into your pyjamas, fingers fiddling to find that sweet bud that always throbbed at the thought of him, you had one picture of him in your phone, the one phone you had sent over to yourself secretly by his phone. You were ashamed but this was your own room. It's not like anyone was going to know, you turned on your phone, it was 2:00 am- goddamit. You found his photo ,the ache only growing at the vision, your finger pressing firmly at the clit, you started drawing small circles, eyes glued to the phone when the notification popped up of his name.
Your heart jumped and you instantly pulled back your hand
Uzair rn-
Bra ki strap kyu dikh hai 😡😡
You were honestly disappointed that's all he had to say to the sleazy picture you sent him. Maybe it was you whose head was in the gutter.
8 months passed in the same serendipity and to your luck he had not asked the quintessential question of whether with was serious and from the way he lived his live you could deduce that much at least it was not for him, and you had only recently discovered that he carried two phones , he might have as well written on his forehead at this point that you were not the only girl he was seeing so you started ignoring him as he +leaned outside your college gate every odd day, You gave him the cold shoulder walking straight ahead deliberately making sure your dupatta wasn't in place just to irritate him a step further “ Oh hello kaha?” “ Aapse kya?” “ Mujhse kya? Meri bandi hai tu-” You didn't hear him out walking straight past him with your friends giggling openly at his shocked face.
Your father dropped the new of you shifting to islamabad to live with your khala given the better opportunities and less danger there and it really wasn't that big a deal to you this topic had been discussed over dinner one too many times and it was certain at some point you were going to live town because your father with how closely he was associated with gang work you would get hurt but the thing was you had not told it to Uzair, you honestly wanted to see his face drop at the information he had bothered you in the entirety of whatever you had , this was going to be your small getting back at him movement and then you would move to a different state all together leaving him behind, that idea stinged a little but you pushed it aside you have been prepared for this day for a long time now.
You made sure the words reached Uzair ears through your friends, getting extra decked up with lining your eyes with deep kohl and lining your lip with a chasmic hue of coral pink filling them in with a lighter shade brushing your cheeks up with a slight blush . You choose between your clothes settling for a beaded white kurta and sharara set a little too decorative for your college but it's okay it was your last days here after all.
“ Dekhna pakka aaya hoga” You snickered walking to the door with your friends behind you,
“ Y/N” he stood up straight at the smell of your jasmine perfume, throwing the cigarette to the ground crushing it with a violent force that already should have told you this wasn't a good idea he wasn't his usual composed self right
“Hume nahi karne aapse baat please aap pareshaan mat kiya karo”
You half whispered, clutching the books tighter to your chest, walking past him trying to look as gullible as possible, your eyes finding the floor , he yanked your wrist hard, staggering your steps pulling you back to face him. The books crashed on the ground and you saw how genuinely hurt he looked,
“ Yeh kya bad-tameezi hai haath choro mera”
“ Kaha jaa rahi thi? Ek baar batana bhi jaroori nahi samjha tune mujhe”
“ Mai aapko kyu bataungi, its my life meri marzi ki mujhe yaha Lyari mei rehna hai ya fir islamabad mei”
“ Tu kahi bhi jaa rahi hai mujhe batana tha y/n”
“ Humaara aise koi rishta nahi ki mai apne failse aapse puch ke loon” his grip tightened painfully, jaw shut tight before he spat out ,
“ Koi rishta nahi hai?” you twisted your arms struggling to get free, your winces catching attention of people around but no one dared to step in, including your friend who were stuck in place
“UZAIR HAATH CHORO MERA!” You shouted, finally breaking free from him, shifting quickly to walk away. His one hand clamped at your mouth, the other snaked firmly around your waist lifting you off the floor. This clearly was a joke anymore, you shouted into his mouth your limbs thrashing in his grip. You kicked your legs at front uncaring about how ridiculous you looked, throwing your hands in the air watching your body get hauled closer and closer to the car standing there with the open, you could hear your friends yelling over his brisk breaths right behind you, his body crushed with yours forcefully.
He threw into the backseat slamming the door shut just as quick, the lock clicked in place as he turned the key, your ears perked up watching how rapid his each movement was right now, dialing the number on his phone.
“ Hamza tu Rashid ke ghar pahuch ”
“ Uzair.. Yeh kya kar rahe hoon Uzair?” “ Shaadi kar raha hoon” hot strings of tears blurred your vision as you were finally understanding what was happening, “ DIMAAG KHARAB HAI KYA AAPKA! CHORO MUJHE UZAIR” You slapped your hands at the glass, the world remained unaware of your scuffle behind the black tinted glass that let nothing outside, you pulled at the handle as if that would do anything if anything he sped up more.
The car stopped in front of your house, you were scared at how little less power you had and at what had taken over him, perhaps nothing had taken over him, this was who he was after all. He dragged you up the stairs ignoring all your shouts and blows at his body, “Choro mujhe! Uzair!”
You were compelled to stand at the door watching Hamza threaten your dad so calmly it seemed like a conversation shared over breakfast, “ Aapki zindagi ka har saans hamare reham-o-karam par hai. Aap, aapka ghar, aapka kaam... sab kuch hamara hai. Aise mein apni beti ko hamare hawale karna... aapke liye koi mushkil faisla nahi hona chahiye. Samajhdari isi mein hai” He said leaning into the chair your father was seated in paralysed from the fear, meeting with mock calm smile till he nodded
“ Yeh aaltu faaltu ke kaam mei mujhe mat laya kar bhai” Hamza yawned stretching like he wasn't just enabling a forced wedding, Uzair rolled his eyes pushing you inside, “ Baith” He commanded nodding at the other chair by the table where a thin stack of paper sat, you were a little grateful at the situation because well you didn't have to explain to your Abbu what was going to between the two and he wasn't clearly going to ask between all of this. When you did not move he pushed you further, pressing hard on your shoulder till you had no choice but to sit down.
“ Sign kar isse” “ Pagal hogaye hai aap” You snarled at him, his quickly pulled out his gun from the holster pressing it to your the side of your head, he never once even allowed you to touch when you were with him, scolding you for even looking at it for too long and now he was holding the very gun so coldly to your skin, your breath collapsed as you finally broke to ugly sobs, quietly joining your hands togethering , he shook his head pushing the barrel more into your skin, “ Sign.kar”
You saw the brief flicker in his eyes at how you were looking up at him, his resolve remained unawavered, “ Sign.kar” With shaky hands you held up the pen, scribbling at the paper. You couldn't recognise your own name there on the pristine white of sheet, Uzair finally lowered the gun, unexpectedly going to kneel down pressing a gentle reverential kiss to both of your quivery hands, the action sending sparks through your body despite the dread of the moment. His head bowed further resting at the soft of your palm like he had found eternal peace
You were his.
a/n- idk bro before you come for me, i am very tired pls dont beat me, also I know the phone convo looks odd,i edited it all on canvas :.) and I had to search up a bbm phone texting format jiske liye there were basically no pictures I made that all from scratch i am sorry if it looks tacky
a/n-yes ik I write too much kidnapping plots, I know :.) , also there is no smut in this part please forgive my ahh dont slime me I tried to write but its too long to fit in one part, sorry, thanks to my fav my babu @mujhekoimarsbhejdo For helping me through the whole plot and three crash out
warnings - 18+ UZAIR ( biggest warning here tbh) abusive language, forced marriage, scared!reader, toxic!reader and Uzair, threatening , implied masturbation, making out, humping(?) misogyny,conservative
thanks to mah baby @chai-ke-sath-parleg
College started out as a peaceful temporary relief from the eyes of your forebodingly strict parents , you weren't half as interested in studying as you were in attaining some sense of freedom, your parents were your dearest ? yes, but were they also suffocatingly conservative and scared to let you out? Also yes
You course sat on the sidelines , study didn't have a knack for you but the ambition to score good did, so after time you learned to gobble up books you didn't fancy just for the sake of seeing an high score on the paper, you had girls you can call friends, girls who didn't judge you for your overly naive understanding of the world or the fact that you needed assurance to cross the road for the first few months, everything would have been if you weren't met with him, the day of your college fest that marked one of year of your anew life.
For the first time in your life you had worn a dress, a dress that you had stuffed forcefully into your bag to change into it inside the college, first time all of your friends fell busy to an emergency and had to leave you alone in the late evening, they were worried of course so they wrote a small chit for you to follow, for what to tell the auto rickshaw driver and the address to go to where they were all going to meet eventually at the end of the night, you made it till there your hands clenched in a fist to attack the driver if he took a wrong but fortunately nothing happened in the auto you reached safely but your ears ringed with the sense that something was going to come your way.
You checked the purse, shuffling through lipsticks, massacras, napkins, pads some spare change, you double checked going through every nook and corner of the leather that was half torn at the insides and yet no sign of the club ticket at all, it went up in smoke vanished like it had never existed, your first instinct was to ring up the phone but your friends hadn't reached themselves though and standing outside in a place that were a harbour for drunk was already settling off your - not used to people- brain.
Your feet ached from the heels standing in front of the man who kept the gate closed telling him off in whispers that your friend would be here any second, and that you lost the ticket on the way but with the decibel you were speaking in he barely made out anything you were saying
“ Y/N”
It was a man, his voice reverberated in the dead of the night outside the club that was filled with the mixed jumbles of the songs that made out the door, a voice so distinct you froze in place, not a friend, not your relative, definitely not your father but a boy you had encountered in your early teens when you went to the Baloch Haveli with your father for work.
You turned back slowly as if that would change the reality of you being caught, the world was a beautiful mess that night standing under the streetlights seeing the boy who once scared you standing over you as a man who terrified you, before any words could even touch your lips he started
“ Yeh kaise kapde phen rakhe hai tune”
He eyed you down, piercing you with his gaze from the start of your head to the end of your bruised feet, you were decked up in a mini dress that fell mid thigh, a cleavage that plunged scandalously low.
“ Aa.. Aap.. Yaha?. Ma.. Mai voh”
“ Mai yaha kaam se aaya hoon…” He declared, stepping closer, “ Yeh sab kya hai y/n?” He scowled in disbelief ,
“ Aapse kya matlab” is what you wanted to say so bad that you had to bite your tongue to hold back the words.
“ Kya karne aayi ho yaha?” he moved closer but in your eyes it looked like he had lunged on you with the way his grip settled on your chin lifting your head that you didn't know you had titled down to avoid his gaze. You hadn't seen him in years, this possessiveness didn't make sense,
“ Party… meri friends bhi aa rahi hai.. Meri ticket ghum hogyi”
You whispered your nose unwillingly, being flooded with the smell of sandalwood and cigarette butts from his hand, he shifted the hold from your chin to your cheek in a slow, daunting manner.
“ Ladke ke saath aayi ho?” “ Nahi bilkul nahi” The rest of your words were a murmur but this was a coherent no because God bless if he said that to your dad, said any of this to your dad, “ Theek hai.. Fir, andar jaana hai?” You nodded but to Uzair it was a movement to soak in your fear , watch the way your overlined lips tremble at his proximity, how your eyes drifted side by side anywhere but his face, how your body could only see and feel one thing right now - him.
He got off that power imbalance high before speaking again, “ Mai madad karu?” You looked back at the club, at the neon red from the banner that covered half his face but nothing could conceal the intent of his eyes and you were grown enough to tell right from wrong and Uzair he appeared he was one step away from crushing you into his arms and kiss you senseless, a thought that your made your heart beat dangerously faster, “ Nahi .. I will manage”
He shrugged back huffing a breath, your traced his hands that moved swiftly to his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a metal lighter from the other. Perched up against the bonnet of his car away from you for now but his eyes fixed on one thing- you. You avoided it watching the line of people that made their way in, the door creaking to the buzz of the party opening and closing every few seconds at the end and the more late it got, there were more men on their bicycles performing their usual hooligans.
You could perceive by now that they were taking extra rounds to ogle at you, whistling when they crossed by. Anxiously you pulled at the hem of your dress with one, one hand that tried to lift the front up so it can at least reach your collarbones, you knew you looked ridiculous right now but the thrum of fright was making you work against your conscience, sniffling you looked up at Uzair who was already staring at you. The one glance was enough, he strided over to you in a fraction of time his palm covering the span of your waist as he pulled you flushed into his side.
You couldn't think anything as you delved your face into his chest crying low, engulfed by his tall frame while the soft fabric of his pathani that has turned coarse with time scuffed at your skin and your hands fisted into his suit. “ Shhh” He hand caressed the back of your head, his finger going to tread through our waves , “ Yahi pe reh” He let go partly, yanking the closest man by his collar,
“ Maafi maang!”
Uzair spat out his cigarette rasping out in his face, “ Maafi maang bandi hai meri” the man stumbled too drunk and confused to get his words right thrown off completely by the fact that he was facing Uzair , or that he messed with something that's his when the apology didn't come as soon as he anticipated he fell back into his vexation striking his hand hard enough against the man’s cheek. He fell back from the impact, mouth bleeding and the ring in his ear had sobered him up he knew more than enough to not get into the bad looks of the baloch brother, in front of men who runs the whole of Lyari,
“Maaf kardo madam”
You peeked out nodding at him snapping back at Uzair who had gotten a hold of you and had started walking you to the door, his jaw shut tight, “ Mai aapki bandi kab ban gayi? UZAIR?” you winced in distress, his grip only tightened further , watching at the bouncer with vacant eyes till he opened the gate for you two, “ Uzair kya kar rahe ho?” You hissed, flailing but now enough to bother his hold on you because you were curious to see what he was trying to do.
He ‘threw’ you into the corner, face shoved up against yours
“ Main kya karoon? Kya tujhe wahan aisay hi chhor doon taaki gair mard tujhe ghoorte rahe?”
“ Aap bhi ..gair mard hi ..hoon”
you argued back at all you could breath in was him, pressed against the cold wall,
“ Hato please”
You tried inadequate enough to not budge him but enthral him closer.
It was a fleeting memory that didn't leave your head for days when you first saw him, you were 10 in your frilly skirt, he was 17 talking to your father. You were spanning the unreal chimerical vast haveli with unblinking eyes when he leaned in to rustle your hair muttering “Motu” lovingly, your cheeks stayed puffed up for a week after that, burning with spleen. The next time you met him you were thirteen and he didn't even turn to look at you (of course) as you kept staring admiring the beauty in front of you, and between this your years passed with no conversation but he had made a mental note that you were the daughter of the man who worked at his factory and that’s all it was supposed to be and had been for years.
“ Tu ne kis qisam ke kapray pehn rakhe hain? Aur akeli bahar ghoom rahi hai?, tujhe kuch andaza hai ke tere sath kya ho sakta tha?”
“Please Uzair hato yeh kya kar rahe ho aap” with both hands you pushed at his chest only to become entranced by how his muscles felt under your touch, the warmth of his skin radiating off of him and and the pulse of his wildly beating beating heart,
“ College mei toh bahut shareef ban kar jaati ho”
“ Kyunki voh college hai yeh club hai….ek second aapko kaise pata-”
“Ek mahine se dekh raha hoon tujihe” He muttered out
“Kya..”
He didn't care to explain himself further but his eyes had darkened significantly, your softness disparity perilously opposed to hard planes his body was, his eyes lugged at your face then to the cleavage that perched up,
“Cover kar”
He grunted tossing his vest at you,
“ Nahi karna mujhe cover..aap hato yaha se please”
He crashed his body with yours, quelling your escape with himself. He was hiding you from the view of everyone limiting the world to you both, you had known these cages, that what your life had been but you have never felt this staggered.
“Hil mat”
“Mere friends ayege toh mujhe dhundhege”
“Mai dekh loonga”
“Uzair-”
“Hil.mat” he was exasperated and the you attempted one last time before coming to the salient conclusion, you weren't winning against him.
Apart from your knowledge he was also fully familiar with your friends not in the normal decent human way but in the way that he had been stalking you so precisely he was aware of all the people that dawdled in your surroundings.
Even when your friends had found their way there he wasn't moving till you had put on his vest that didn't fit you at all but he couldn't care less if it covered some of your flesh,
“ Yeh yaha kya kar raha hai Y/N?”
they asked in hushed tone not daring to catch his eyes “ Mujhe bhi nahi pata, please tolerate him for now”
“ Tumhe bhi nahi pata ka kya matlab?”
“Family friend hai..mera khyaal rakhne aaye hai”
Surprisingly he didn't stop you from dancing ( as if he had the right to in first place), he just stood there like a statue repelling off anyone man that came in you and your friends way, but not for once you could dance like the world around you didn't exist because he clearly did with that piercing gaze and somewhere in between you had started dancing for him. Shaking your hips to the beats with your back turned to him waiting for the fabric to ride up your thighs to give him a brief view of your lace panties , deliberately touching his skin acting as if reaching for balance or absentmindedly, you did not understand yourself what you were doing maybe getting back at him for calling you motu all those years back.
You picked up your heels into your hand following behind him out the club when the clock had struck one, “ Mai drop kardu?” He interrupted watching you all fuss over to catch a taxi, your eyes shot up meeting his “ Ghar hi chorunga” Smugly he remarked spinning the keys of his car on his finger easily, “ Inhe chor do pehle.. Mere abbu 8 baje se phele ghar nahi aane waale aur unke hisaab se mai vaise bhi inke ghar par hoo”
“ SHIT Y/N mai batana bhool gayi thi par tum mere ghar par nahi aa sakti infact mai bhi mere ghar nahi jaa sakti.. Vahi emergency thi sab hospital pe hai and ghar locked hai toh mai apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hoon, we can find you hotel on the way-” “ Mere yah ruk jayegi” Uzair declared moving so fast that you couldn't even blink and found yourself in his passenger seat, another second all your friends was giggling in the backseat.
One by one he dropped them off till it was just you two in the car, your phone flooded with messages of text to me when you got home, “ Aap sach mei mujhe apne ghar leke jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan.. Kyu tum kisi hotel mei sona prefer karogi?” “ Ghar… khaali hai?” “ Kaash hota” He stretched his arms letting go of the steering completely passing you a lazy smirk, the sleeves of his suit slid up revealing his dusted forearms , his left hand never back to the steering resting at your shoulder, you shrugged your shoulder but he didn't bother drawing circles at the bare skin humming along to the radio.
“ Darne ki jarrurat nahi hai, bhaiya bhabhi sab ghar par hai”
You caught back your breath throwing him a half glare
“Mai dar nahi rahi thi aur yeh aap haath hatao”
“ Jaise tu kahe meri jaan”
“ EXCUSE ME? please yeh sadak chaap bad-tameezi mat karo mere saath”
“Bad-tameezi? Aur club mei joh tum kar rahi thi voh kya tha ?” He asked derisively, his fingers drumming at the steering
You remembered the way you tried to give him a tease dazed in the music and the setting it didn't feel so hard to do, he could not exactly do anything about it in front of your friends and perhaps that why you were so tempted to do so as well, he had scared the life out of you for a few movements and regaining back that control felt nice..until you were in a car with him locked inside with the windows shaded black
“Maine kuch nahi.. Kiya” He didn't argue but the pink on your cheeks and the crack of your voice spoke for the both of you
The ride came to its end in front of the one of most polished and eminent building in Lyari, their haveli touched with time the minors crack noticable but from the inside it was just as you remembered it with the glass stained arches and windows, the low hanging intricate jhumars and and all wooden furniture carved with classic designs, soon at your entrance you were met with his nephews holding their hand out from already expecting to catch Uzair doing something that will result in him giving them enough money for a month pocket money
You jumped slightly at the two but both of them looked equally shocked to find you, Uzair just sighed at himself
“ Yeh kaun hai chachu?” Faisal exclaimed in a whisper, “ Isse kaha se utha laaye aap” Naiem added.
“Chachi hai tumhari” He snickered, you shook your head firmly in a clear ‘NO’ “ Hone waali” Uzair said as if that made any more sense than what he said last and honestly you were blown away from the audacity “Chachu paise nikaalo” “ Baad mei le lena” “ Abhi do” They both reprimanded, you stood awkwardly with your heels in one hand, one hand holding the dress down.
You followed Uzair to his room upstairs, you finally realised how stupid this was agreeing to come here and now he had you in HIS ROOM or maybe that's what you wanted, no it can't be, you clearly mixing up butterflies with the flight instincts in your gut to run from this place from his intense gaze,
“ Koi aur kamra nahi hai?”
“ Hai” he said simply opening the curtains to cover the window pulling the room into darkness. You squeaked your body feeling numb from the fear
“ Toh..mai vaha so jao”
“Nahi”
The careless flirt was miles better than this serious tone that gave away nothing, it did actually but you didnt wanna admit that you threw yourself into the lion's den,
“ Kyu nahi?”
You walked back slow on your tip toes so he wouldn't figure out if you are moving back in the dark trying not to give away any anything to him that would make him lunge at you,
“ Kyunki maine kaha”
You did not reply or else your voice going distant would give him the hint,
“ Aur kitna bhaagogi?”
You steps paused, foot tangling with the bed side as you tumbled back into the plush mattress , your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the greyed outline of Uzair moving closer till he was above you, tremors ran down your whole body as his coarse hands traced down your cheek, “ Uzair please” You breathed out, “ Please kya?” He asked his finger hooking beneath the thin strap fabric of your dress that barely covered any of your shoulder it was almost a line sitting at your skin, your mind stopped working for a second before you gathered enough words to speak again,
“ Mai chilla doongi”
“ Chilla do kaun bachayega?” he creeped up closer till your breaths were one, your eyes widened at the implication of this closeness even if you were scared you licked your lips, your body working overtime against your concise.
He threw his head back laughing loudly, “ Kitna darti ho yaar?” you sat up huffing angrily to hide how riled up you were amidst your fear, “ Yeh kaisa majaak tha?” “ Accha baba sorry.. Mai dusre room mei soo jaunga .. dont worry..,lamp yaha hai and washroom is taraf hai” he pointed at the door in one corner getting up leisurely
“Goodnight”
“ Itni fikr hai meri?”
“Aise bas bolte hai..manners hote hai” You fixed your clothes, pulling up the blankets to your chest “ Aapko kaise hi pata hoga” you added on in a whisper
“ Mhm? Firse bolna jara”
He said like he had taken any offence if anything he found your fussiness adorable but definitely the terror struck face was one of the best views he had encountered and he wanted to see more of it. You shook your head instantly shutting up ,it was hard not to get mouthy when he was this infuriating.
In the morning you stripped off the sparkly sequin that stuck to your body changing back into the clothes you left the house in, a decent pista green salwar suit.
Uzair was initially confused at the 180 when you answered the door but he could see how it complimented , the constant fight with the clothes to keep your dignity and the way you way you teased the most hidden parts to him last night now wrapped in this innocence was amusing as well as enticing-he liked your little lies. And he couldn't deny that you looked stunning last night but the grounded look had him in more of a chokehold.
“ Dress kaha gayi?” “ ..Purse mei hai” he raised his eyebrows, “ Ghar chalna hai? “ “ Haan.. Ab tak toh abbu pahuch gaye hai.. Call aaya tha unka”
“ Bhaiya dikhe toh bol dena tum abhi aayi hoon” “ Par-” “ Baaki ka mai sambhal loonga”
You felt so out of place trying to walk past the suspicion filled gaze of his men that saw you, acting like you belonged there in any sense of the word knowing damn well your life was back in a shabby home and even that was courtesy of Rehman, no wonder your family boasted them like they were the gods sent men and you were scared to do anything that went against what they found ‘good' a word that already did not fit in with the gangster lifestyle.
Ulfat stopped in her place watching you walk behind Uzair like a scared mice, holding the edge of your kurta tight in a desperate attempt to disappear you were caught, and worse Rehman was also there walking to where she was, “ Uzair yeh kaun hai?” Rehman called, why him?! It would have been a billion times better if it was Ulfat doing the questioning.
“ Yeh Rashid ki beti” “ Hi uncle” Is all you could manage over your nervousness “ Humare ghar par kya kar rahi hai” “ Mai leke aaya isse” “ Kyu?” “ Ghar aa kar bata ta hoon na bhai isse phele chor du”
“ Kya bolege aap unhein?” you closed the seat belt in place asking him finally,
“ Rehman bhai meri sab zidd puri karti hai, unke phele bete jaise joh hoon mai”
You stated trying to understand what he meant, scrunching up your eyebrows to comprehend what that zidd was. He relished it really that naiveness paired with boldness, that zidd was undeniably you and his Rehman bhai wasn't going to stop him on his reckless pursuit.
The whirr of the engine came to an end a hundred metres before your house, the morning was awfully quiet today of all days it was 6 and yet no usual clutter or people were there, “ Thanks” You opened the door steadying your brain to not turn back to take second glances and just go back home when he blocked your path, you found yourself against the bonnet fiddling with your dupatta to avoid the cinnamon, cigarette smell of him, or the fact he had yet again scared the life out of you.
“ Uzair-” “ Itni shareef toh ho nahi tum ki tumhe samajh nahi aayien ki mujhe kaya chaiye” “ Kya chaiye?” his eyes drifted to your lips without any shame, “Bilkul nahi” You gasped moving away but he was quicker, more wrecked then you would have imagined, his both hands slapped against the bonnet at either side of the body easily caging you in. “ "Tu janti hai mujhe is lams ki talab hai” You had noticed it before the way they had become his attention undivided from everything else but the raw gritty voice made your skin crawl
“ Mujhe nahi pata aur mai yeh sab nahi karti” You fidgeted with your clothes stealing glances at him who seemed to be only getting closer by the passing second , you turned your head away quick when he was almost about to kiss you making him tut once because he saw how your lips had already parted in anticipation but still you wanted to be defiant, his hands skidded at the metal surface creating a screeching sound before they settled right beside your both hips hands brushed against your covered skin but still enough to burn you from inside.
“ tumhare baap ka ghar yaha se do minute bhi door nahi hai, batao mai unhe ki unki beti kaha thi raat bhar? kya phenti hai kaha jaati hai”
you choked on your words he couldn't be seriously blackmailing you right now? But his expression was clear as day. It was hard to differentiate the man often. If he was joking he was dead serious and for now he looked serious. It's just a kiss - you told yourself gulping down hard to face closing your eyes.
“ Yeh sahi nahi hai jo aap kar rahe hai-” You blinked up once to find the viscous all drowning need on his face that didn't belong to these soft blissful mornings, you squirmed under it. your body finding a place to hide which you couldn’t.
“ Acchi baat hai ki mujhe ghanta farq nahi padta ke main sahi kar raha hoon ya galat. Aur agar tujh pe haq jatana bura hai ... toh mujhe bura hi ban na hai. Rok sakti hai toh rok le"
He sealed your lips with his, his head tilted so he could devour you as if nectar dripped from your lips, as if you were flesh plump washed up with rain, sucking the tender low lips with his. You stood like a statue soaking in the veneration. It was a slow careful kiss, his hands finally sliding up from the bonnet to hold your hips even though there was no need to, you weren't moving anyways not in this life. Uzair’s beard grazed at your skin in contrast to the softness his lips moved with, you were tempted to kiss back like it would not have any consequences.
Your lips separated with a soft sigh, moving your head along with his in a trance he welcomed the movement his large hand cupping the back of your head with a satisfied hum at your surrender, while the other rubbed circles at your hips that treacherous heat travelled straight to in between your legs, he only pulled back when he saw he saw the usual crowd leave their house but he still did not want to let go of the warmth, his lips catching at your cheek instead
He spread open the fabric of your dupatta, the cloth spanning over your shoulder down to your chest, completely covering the silhouette, he was lying you looked good either way but he had seen the way you teased that thin strip, he was beyond worried if that display existed for anyone else,
“ Dhang se chunni ood ke jaaya kar college ab se varna sach mei teri padhai band kara doonga” The foulness returned with full force and so did the tremble of your body but you could not find any words to defend yourself right now, how would you look uttering them with your now swollen lips . He tossed his phone at you catching you off guard, he had brought a new blackberry messenger to talk with you putting back his iphone at phone, “ Number daal isme apna” You opened your mouth to say no , “ Jaldi kar varna koi dekh lega” the urgency of the familiar faces emerging out from their house made your finger press into the keypad before you knew it.
The validation of being worshipped was so blinding you forgot your fear, the logicality of how reckless he was, how volatile he was
“ Milne ayegi mere se?” You had picked up the call he gave you after your third lecture, the name Janwar baloch on your screen
“Kyu pareshaan karte ho aap college mei hoon abhi”
You muttered but pulled the phone closer to your ear,
“ Chal na, joh bolegi voh khilaunga”
“ Sach mei?!!!”
“ Haan toh ab bol chalegi?”
“ Bas khaane ke liye aa rahi hoon aapke liye nahi”
You bit back your smile, blushing into the phone and just like that you were eating the infamous chaat while he watched quietly but so fondly you felt like you would melt, “ Ice cream khayegi?” he asked when your mouth was already full from the last overly filled scoop you took, you nodded enthusiastically. He wiped the cream from the side of your mouth gently watching you still with that unspoken adoration and the way you tried to ignore the warmth in your heart. It did not take long for these meeting to become the staple and for it be usual for you to be pressed up in a shady alleyway wall making out with him at least twice a week, your fingers fisted in his hair and shirt not ready to let him go each time, kissing him back with the same frenzy as his in which teeth met before lips.
It was one of those days again but it just got intense with the wet sound of lips smacking together Uzair hands weren't tangled in your hair or gracing the nape of your neck but pulling you up by thighs, you complied wrapping them around his waist only pulling him closer comical view with how modestly you were decked up. You swept your tongue along his only feeling more enticed from the change of position your back scraped at the brick wall, your tongue brushed at his sensitive palette and he groaned hip hips jerking up and then you felt it. A rock hard feel poking in between your legs, he thrust forward once before hurriedly putting you down, turning away from you to compose himself.
“ Sorry Y/N”
But that groan has stayed with you keeping you from falling asleep you and the concept of time has slipped from your mind every time you closed your eyes you were there again in his arms again wondering how it would have gone if he didn't control himself, you pressed your thighs together to relieve some sighing at another unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep. Tentatively you reached down into your pyjamas, fingers fiddling to find that sweet bud that always throbbed at the thought of him, you had one picture of him in your phone, the one phone you had sent over to yourself secretly by his phone. You were ashamed but this was your own room. It's not like anyone was going to know, you turned on your phone, it was 2:00 am- goddamit. You found his photo ,the ache only growing at the vision, your finger pressing firmly at the clit, you started drawing small circles, eyes glued to the phone when the notification popped up of his name.
Your heart jumped and you instantly pulled back your hand
Uzair rn-
Bra ki strap kyu dikh hai 😡😡
You were honestly disappointed that's all he had to say to the sleazy picture you sent him. Maybe it was you whose head was in the gutter.
8 months passed in the same serendipity and to your luck he had not asked the quintessential question of whether with was serious and from the way he lived his live you could deduce that much at least it was not for him, and you had only recently discovered that he carried two phones , he might have as well written on his forehead at this point that you were not the only girl he was seeing so you started ignoring him as he +leaned outside your college gate every odd day, You gave him the cold shoulder walking straight ahead deliberately making sure your dupatta wasn't in place just to irritate him a step further “ Oh hello kaha?” “ Aapse kya?” “ Mujhse kya? Meri bandi hai tu-” You didn't hear him out walking straight past him with your friends giggling openly at his shocked face.
Your father dropped the new of you shifting to islamabad to live with your khala given the better opportunities and less danger there and it really wasn't that big a deal to you this topic had been discussed over dinner one too many times and it was certain at some point you were going to live town because your father with how closely he was associated with gang work you would get hurt but the thing was you had not told it to Uzair, you honestly wanted to see his face drop at the information he had bothered you in the entirety of whatever you had , this was going to be your small getting back at him movement and then you would move to a different state all together leaving him behind, that idea stinged a little but you pushed it aside you have been prepared for this day for a long time now.
You made sure the words reached Uzair ears through your friends, getting extra decked up with lining your eyes with deep kohl and lining your lip with a chasmic hue of coral pink filling them in with a lighter shade brushing your cheeks up with a slight blush . You choose between your clothes settling for a beaded white kurta and sharara set a little too decorative for your college but it's okay it was your last days here after all.
“ Dekhna pakka aaya hoga” You snickered walking to the door with your friends behind you,
“ Y/N” he stood up straight at the smell of your jasmine perfume, throwing the cigarette to the ground crushing it with a violent force that already should have told you this wasn't a good idea he wasn't his usual composed self right
“Hume nahi karne aapse baat please aap pareshaan mat kiya karo”
You half whispered, clutching the books tighter to your chest, walking past him trying to look as gullible as possible, your eyes finding the floor , he yanked your wrist hard, staggering your steps pulling you back to face him. The books crashed on the ground and you saw how genuinely hurt he looked,
“ Yeh kya bad-tameezi hai haath choro mera”
“ Kaha jaa rahi thi? Ek baar batana bhi jaroori nahi samjha tune mujhe”
“ Mai aapko kyu bataungi, its my life meri marzi ki mujhe yaha Lyari mei rehna hai ya fir islamabad mei”
“ Tu kahi bhi jaa rahi hai mujhe batana tha y/n”
“ Humaara aise koi rishta nahi ki mai apne failse aapse puch ke loon” his grip tightened painfully, jaw shut tight before he spat out ,
“ Koi rishta nahi hai?” you twisted your arms struggling to get free, your winces catching attention of people around but no one dared to step in, including your friend who were stuck in place
“UZAIR HAATH CHORO MERA!” You shouted, finally breaking free from him, shifting quickly to walk away. His one hand clamped at your mouth, the other snaked firmly around your waist lifting you off the floor. This clearly was a joke anymore, you shouted into his mouth your limbs thrashing in his grip. You kicked your legs at front uncaring about how ridiculous you looked, throwing your hands in the air watching your body get hauled closer and closer to the car standing there with the open, you could hear your friends yelling over his brisk breaths right behind you, his body crushed with yours forcefully.
He threw into the backseat slamming the door shut just as quick, the lock clicked in place as he turned the key, your ears perked up watching how rapid his each movement was right now, dialing the number on his phone.
“ Hamza tu Rashid ke ghar pahuch ”
“ Uzair.. Yeh kya kar rahe hoon Uzair?” “ Shaadi kar raha hoon” hot strings of tears blurred your vision as you were finally understanding what was happening, “ DIMAAG KHARAB HAI KYA AAPKA! CHORO MUJHE UZAIR” You slapped your hands at the glass, the world remained unaware of your scuffle behind the black tinted glass that let nothing outside, you pulled at the handle as if that would do anything if anything he sped up more.
The car stopped in front of your house, you were scared at how little less power you had and at what had taken over him, perhaps nothing had taken over him, this was who he was after all. He dragged you up the stairs ignoring all your shouts and blows at his body, “Choro mujhe! Uzair!”
You were compelled to stand at the door watching Hamza threaten your dad so calmly it seemed like a conversation shared over breakfast, “ Aapki zindagi ka har saans hamare reham-o-karam par hai. Aap, aapka ghar, aapka kaam... sab kuch hamara hai. Aise mein apni beti ko hamare hawale karna... aapke liye koi mushkil faisla nahi hona chahiye. Samajhdari isi mein hai” He said leaning into the chair your father was seated in paralysed from the fear, meeting with mock calm smile till he nodded
“ Yeh aaltu faaltu ke kaam mei mujhe mat laya kar bhai” Hamza yawned stretching like he wasn't just enabling a forced wedding, Uzair rolled his eyes pushing you inside, “ Baith” He commanded nodding at the other chair by the table where a thin stack of paper sat, you were a little grateful at the situation because well you didn't have to explain to your Abbu what was going to between the two and he wasn't clearly going to ask between all of this. When you did not move he pushed you further, pressing hard on your shoulder till you had no choice but to sit down.
“ Sign kar isse” “ Pagal hogaye hai aap” You snarled at him, his quickly pulled out his gun from the holster pressing it to your the side of your head, he never once even allowed you to touch when you were with him, scolding you for even looking at it for too long and now he was holding the very gun so coldly to your skin, your breath collapsed as you finally broke to ugly sobs, quietly joining your hands togethering , he shook his head pushing the barrel more into your skin, “ Sign.kar”
You saw the brief flicker in his eyes at how you were looking up at him, his resolve remained unawavered, “ Sign.kar” With shaky hands you held up the pen, scribbling at the paper. You couldn't recognise your own name there on the pristine white of sheet, Uzair finally lowered the gun, unexpectedly going to kneel down pressing a gentle reverential kiss to both of your quivery hands, the action sending sparks through your body despite the dread of the moment. His head bowed further resting at the soft of your palm like he had found eternal peace
You were his.
a/n- idk bro before you come for me, i am very tired pls dont beat me, also I know the phone convo looks odd,i edited it all on canvas :.) and I had to search up a bbm phone texting format jiske liye there were basically no pictures I made that all from scratch i am sorry if it looks tacky
a/n- based on request, hope you all would like it, interact cutu ded by writing this incoherent af
Trigger Warning- 18+,dom!Iqbal sub!reader ,rough sex, age gap, spanking ,some fluff, breeding kink once again ,very dub con i dont know how that happened lol,gun play, NOT PROOF READ!
Note- I of course dont support terrorism in any form this is only and only for the character potrayed by Arjun Rampal
Word count - 6.9k
The canopy of the bed fell way high above your head, the netted curtain fell like a shower and above all the overwhelming smell of roses and jasmine that flooded your head, they were bunched together carefully hanging from the over head in stripes covering the whole span of the bed, your heart has beaten uncomfortably in your chest, the queasy feeling that brewed in your stomach, you were a dutiful daughter did everything your father had asked you to all your life to keep his name and reputation clean , safe, protected, caged but you allowed it for your dearest abbu and what did you get in return? To get married off to a man almost 15 years older than you.
Iqbal was the last man you thought you would have married maybe even one of your cousins would have been a reasonable match, or the burger bacche of your college but no he decided on the broody quiet grump who you have seen twice in your home living room smoking away a cigar and now you were supposed to be his good little wife. You were angry at yourself, that you found yourself bending to your family's ,your father's decision for such an important thing in your life.
Iqbal stood like a stone beside you throughout the whole thing, you couldn't even tell if he was even looking at your zoning out or.. Well there was this other times where you felt like he was eye fucking you which wouldn't make sense for the dignified disciplined man he was. Other than that he remained quiet , so quiet that you were utterly nervous about a thing you had been so sure about and trained for your whole life , for being a wife.
Iqbal found himself walking into a place that has always been his before tonight, the room held its breath at him entering slow, yours eyes flickered close to dampen out the reality of the situation,he didn't say anything not a word just closed the door behind him with a click that ringed like a death sentence. You wanted to keep your eyes shut forever but then it grew slowly, the curiosity to understand the man you had been handed over too, with each rustle of his fine sherwani as he moved, the sound of metal meeting wood as he took off his watch and his breathing that only grew deeper with each passing second.
You peeked only to find him already looking at you through the mirror, you were caught. You instantly lowered your gaze, cheeks burning at the intensity of his gaze but tried to procure some normalcy by pulling the kadhai of your anarkali, the door wasn't closed it was locked, the bed decorated with rose petals for your sweet sacrifice. He stalked over to the bed, settling right beside your shoulder brushed against yours. You couldn't think, you didn't expect this immediate closeness at all. You had prepared yourself for the sweet talk of holding hands, not this immediate possession.
“ Y/N” he breathed over your neck and you felt physically destroyed into pieces, his voice was so deep and said with an effortless tone that flowed calmly but the command was clear each time. “ Ji?” “Khush ho?” He asked not really expecting an answer, sliding his coarse hand down till they got a hold of yours, what was supposed to be romantic,soft looked clinical as he searched through your hand tracing each design under his thumb. There was a twinge in your heart for how mechanical it all felt if this is what the rest of your life was supposed to be spent? To be with a man like your father who wouldn't find the time to understand if you would actually live your life in the shell of what you could have been.
Iqbal's beard tickled at your skin stopping your trail of thought, you didn't notice him lean into your palm inhaling at the rose milk scent with all his passion, “ Mashallah” Another tremor ran down your back in another unexplainable sensation that threatened to take over the hurt. “ Apni marzi se shaadi ki hai aapne?” he looked up, the deep brown void of his eyes swallowing you,you paused for a fraction - it was by all means done with your willing but that tad bit of you had to kill itself to mould into your father's demands. “ Ji, apne mann se kari hai” You mumbled pulling down the crimson veil off your head at your shoulder.
“ Mann se kari hai, par kya dil se kari hai?”
“ Aapne kari hai dil se?” you shot back, surprising yourself but his presence had been too dizzying keeping you befuddled. You expected anger at the audacity but he chuckled, his eyes crinkling with pure admiration. He huffed pulling the loosely draped cloth down your shoulder more to see your silhouette without the obstruction of the dupatta.
“ Aapko kya lagta hai rishta aapke abbu ne chuna hai? Maine hi aapko dekha tha do baar mujhe door se dekhte hue aap pasand aagyi toh maine nikaah ke liye puch liya par lagta hai aap is faisle se itna khush nahi hai”
You lowered your gaze, cheeks flushing into oblivion you didn't know that the man lounging with your father had eyes for you all along , “ Nahi …hum kush hai” You whispered, twisting the ring at your finger.
“Mujhe aisi khoobsurat biwi ki naemat mili hai aur aap mujhse poochh rahe hain ki kya main ne apni dili khushi se is shadi par razamandi di thi? Hum bhi bahut kush hai”
You smiled before you knew it, chest heaving with excited breaths waiting for him to close the distance, he lips brushed against your like a soft breeze, the smell of the coffee he had mixed with the natural masculine scent of him, the silk of his clothes all of it flooding your head, you let yourself get pushed in the mattress ready to give yourself to him.
Iqbal did not hurt you not for a second, gently guiding you through everything with a patience that betrayed the hunger that simmered inside him, he had seen you twice peeking out from behind the wall in your simple kurta and an emotion that had not stirred in him throughout his whole life bleaking to his heart, avoiding his father taunts about marriage to devote himself to work he found himself wanting to be married. When you cried out when he entered you, he felt his heart break in two but insanely harder at the sight of your tears, so he held himself and the monster inside him back leaning down to press kisses to your temple till you have adjusted to his thickness.
The first month of your marriage passed in marital bless, Iqbal was so much more than you expected him to be and he clearly wasn't a grump but a lovesick man who wouldn't get enough of you, calmly waiting for you to talk more than what would be considered informal. That was his one complain from you, you never talked to him more than necessary not because you were shy because you thought it wasn't dutiful, proper to talk so much in front of him even shameless to torture him with the blabber of your whole day.
You wiped the sweat beading at your forehead, your hair tied up in a messy bun that was half undone from behind. Your dupatta tied at the side, your blush pink kurta sticking to your skin through that wetness, flour patted onto your cheek working in the sweltering heat in the kitchen, the smell of korma filling the kitchen as you worked to knead the dough. It's not like he did not keep the house help but you just liked cooking for him, you didn't hear the muffled footsteps as he strode to you over the sound of your own irritated hiss and the consistency got too slimy. Iqbal swept you off your feet, you gasped before giggling at the familiar sensation of his hands wrapping around your waist, he twirled you once before settling on the cold marble counter.
“Kitni pyaari lag rahi hai aap” He murmured appreciatively, his hands tugging your neckline up possessively before trying to kiss your sweat slick cheek,
“ Choro na Iqbal, kya kar rahe hai aap? Koi dekh lega”
“Toh kya hua, begum hai aap hamari”
You hit at his chest trying to hold back the wild smile that was painting your face at this proximity.
“ Aapne toh kitchen ko hi apna ghar bana diya hai kabhi humare saath bhi baith liya karo”
His hand moved quickly keeping both your palms flat and pinned at your sides, it was supposed to be sweet but it felt scarily exciting to know that even his effortless grip could hold you down easily, you swallowed watching him inch closer till his lips met your again in a soft and slow rhythm. You half chuckled turning your head away mid movement, for a second there Iqbal frowned a deep and ugly one for not getting what’s his but he trains them back into neutral.
You noticed it, without much words you have learned to communicated by observing people and though how much you admired and felt loved in his presence there was something off about him, about the parts that he kept to himself and that was also part why you hesitated to talk to him because the ugly truth about a traditional marriage was that despite being well educated you had no autonomy and all the power for your happiness laid in his hand, it was for him to decide what he wanted to be to you the man now or the quiet statue you saw at your wedding, so you avoided questioning it.
You don't know if he felt the shift, but he moved, reaching into the front pocket of his shirt pulling out dainty silver anklets,
“ Yeh kya hai?”
“ Aap toh humse baat nahi karti socha yahi kar lenge”
he nodded at the anklet, flicking them soft, hearing the mellow chime hum through the kitchen. He sat down on his knees clasping them in place, “ Iqbal please aise accha todhi lagta hai” embarrassed at a man so much older than you kneeling to you, you tried to pull back your feet “ Nakhre bahut karti hai aap” You gave up into his hand because what else could you have done.
Iqbal has been occupied with work lately, the time of his arrival increasing with each passing night and with the same brooding expression he would walk through the door and sigh ever so softly when he saw you wide awake and waiting for him, it was the same as any other day only this time his shoulders fell heavier, his eyes darker and the sigh deeper almost a snarl.
“ Iqbal aap theek toh hai na?”
For the first time you gathered enough courage to ask him something out of mundane homely tasks,
“ Tumhe ek baar mei baat samajh nahi aati hai waqt se so jaaya karo”
his reply was short and clipped out of character for the way he had been cherishing you for the past month, you fell quiet the pain of your heart settling in your wrists.
“Aur yeh kya haal kar rakha hai kamre ka”
He turned to watch the clothes piled up into a heap by the bed which you were too lazy to clean up and even lazier to call and explain to the maids the order at which they were to be arranged.
“ Karti kya ho pura din ghar pe?”
you felt yourself grow smaller at each word, all the puff leaving your chest,
“ Aur yeh kya phen rakha hai?”
He nodded at your slip night gown with pure disdain at the satin that covered nothing. You shrank further pulling the bedsheet up to your chin wondering why you asked him anything at all.
Iqbal noticed but he did not comment on it walking to the bathroom with his fist clenched almost as if to hide something, the second he stepped back out again freshened up he was a different man altogether. Nervous,skittish with how you were laying on the very edge of the bed turned away from him , “ Gussa hogayi?” he tried to joke, leaning slow from behind to burrow his face into your neck, you shrugged him off scooting further away.
“ Sorry meri jaan, kaam se thak aata ho aur tumhe mere vajah se itni der ko jagah hua dekhta toh aur takleeq hoti hai mujhe”
“ Mujhe daatne mei nahi hoti?” you whispered hiding further into the pillow
“ Sorry thoda gusse mei tha kuch bhi bol diya, itni pyaari ..um…dress? Pheni hai aapne mujh jaise budhe ko thodi samajh aayega” he cupped your breast from behind, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder. You wanted to give in but the hurt still remained fresh so you didn't react to him at all. Iqbal got the idea and pulled back, keeping enough distance for your bodies to not touch while you slept, but you knew he was looking at you, his gaze searing through your back, through the thin fabric of your gown. At some point you were more scared than you were mad if this was his actual self and the lovely gestures were maybe a facade.
The next morning Iqbal tailed you like a lost dog while you refused to talk to him. Eventually he gave up and just watched as you put down plates with more force than required ‘slamming’ them on the dining table. “ Y/N” he half whispered but you didnt answer, “ Maaf kardo” he tried again holding your hand as you moved to throw down the cutleries as well, “ Bolo kya chaiye aapko?” “ Humne kuch nahi chaiye” you finally huffed something out over the lump in your throat, Iqbal left quietly this morning fighting the urge to kiss your temple and bid you goodbye like usual because you clearly did not want to be close with him right now.
By afternoon you had started feeling guilty about the way you ignored his desperate attempts and it didn't look right either that such an older man had to walk around in circles for your opinion and you understood he was just frustrated from work and didn't mean to snap but the possibilities for that behavior scared you, when you were cleaning up after your lunch you saw it his tiffin box tucked at the end of the kitchen slate hidden behind the stack of dishes in front of it.
The idea had formed before you allowed it, the end to your first couple argument and it was sweet in idea, you would dress and go by to drop his tiffin box and forgive him for all the things he said last night. You put on the kurta you wore in your college days, and had seen Iqbal's eyes stop at it when you were skimming through your clothes before a function once, he didn't say he liked but his eyes spoke for him. The butter yellow complimented nicely against your skin tone, it different than the intricate suits you had moved to after marriage because you were living in the house of one of the most reputed man in pakistan, luxury wasn't a choice it was mandatory for the public image and this road side stall brought kurta maybe stood no chance in front of the fine silk but Iqbal had admired it and so did you.
It was with printed large pink patterns, the same patterns on the light dupatta that you had draped carefully over your shoulder and head, feeling a college girl again, but you were married now with Iqbal's lunch box in your hands, chand baali in your ears, the bangles in your hand stacked and first time going to see what burdens him so much that he is weared out when he returns home, a chance to understand him better.
“ Bashir mujhe Iqbal ke daftar chor dijiye” “ Begum sahiba.. Iqbal sahab ne mana kara hai” “ Aise kaise mana kara hai hum bol rahe hai na leke chalo” “ Sach mei unhone mana kara hai” “ Agar aap humne nahi leke jaoge toh hum auto se chale jayege fir dekhna Iqbal ji kitna gussa karenga” You poked at his shoulder and he couldn't do anything other than listen to the lady of the house.
Inside of the office was normal, just like your father’s had been with all the cubicles leading to a big room at the end, illuminated by yellow lights and closed off from the rest, Iqbal’s office. You held the tiffin box walking slowly to his office, most of the people were confused as to why the boss’s wife was here at all dressed in all pastel in this gloomy mood. The office was empty, his leather seat cold from his long absence “ Iqbal?” You called out three times with no reply from anyone, a familiar man entered the room, his face furrowed, hair disheveled
“ Y/N aap? Aap yaha kya kar rahi hai”
He faltered standing straight and respectful
“ Sajid voh bas Iqbal ji apna tiffin bhool gaye vahi dene aayi thi”
“ Mai de doonga aap ghar jaiye”
he reached out but you held the box closer to yourself cutting off any possibility of him getting a hold of it, well because he wasn't exactly allowed to touch you.
“ Nahi hume apne haath se dena hai”
“ Iqbal sahab office mei hi nahi hai, bahar gay hai kaam se”
on cue came the sound from the room beside, even distant than that more muffled, downstairs, it was from downstairs.
“ Iqbal hai vaha?”
Sajid did not know how to lie to you
“Abhi kisi ka aana allowed nahi hai”
“ Accha theek hai naraaz hai voh humse samajh gayi, par itna gussa kaisa? milenge bhi nahi mere se“
" Please aap ghar jaiye” You pouted tapping your feet at the wooden floor, “ Mai nahi jaungi, Iqbal se bina nahi jaungi” “ Fir aap inteezar kar sakti hai yaha baith ke.. Bas abhi nahi mil sakte” You plopped down on the couch, eyes flickering to the door over and over. “ Sajid chai milegi?” “ Abhi?” “ Ji mujhe abhi chaiye.. Aap hume mana kar rahe hai hume?” He sighed not knowing who to follow the boss, or his wife because upsetting his wife might be a bigger crime than betraying him here.
The second Sajid was out of the door you sprang to the room attached to his office finding the narrow spot in the corner that led downstairs. It was a whole different world all together, alienated from the sophisticated exterior you just saw, the wall painted a dull white and fluorescent light shining overhead and the air was already eerie but you carried on looking for Iqbal.
Iqbal had been viscous since last week when he found out there was a mole in his business, selling away his hard work to his enemies and busied himself in finding and extracting other sources that made it possible by the way he knew- torture. He had been patient handling the work to the most trusted Sajid , but it has been one week and the man was still not opening his mouth and he had to take things into his own hands.
The room was equipped with weapons designed to slowly kill, to inflict such pain that there was nothing left other than surrender. Iqbal rolled up the sleeves of his faded navy blue kurta to his elbows slipping on the black leather gloves moving with a quiet intensity that carried a storm itself scanning through the row after row of the most heinous weapons quietly, Iqbal had already peeled off his nails after the man had gone out his way and struggle and scratch at Iqbal exposed skin violently enough that it was bleeding, but he wasn't satisfied with it, more vexed than usual because his dear wife had not spoke to him once and he needed an outlet to take that out and he was found an excuse today with the blood that ran down his forearm form the cut.
Iqbal decided on a classic saw because he knew it wouldn't cut through on the first blow, that what made the process more fascinating for Iqbal, he leaned in into the chair the man was tied to soughing in agony at his deformed fingers, flailing his hand against the time, “ Abhi bhi waqt hai bol do beta” Iqbal tutted,speaking so softly that the man knew what was set for his fate, Iqbal raised the saw crashing it down his tied arm with sickening crunch.
You saw it eyes wide, standing at the entrance. Your husband was doing this.
“ Bolo beta?” He asked but didn't give him the time to reply, aggressively bringing down the saw over over one the half cut arm in repeated violent motions that were too perfect to be not the ‘norm’ and especially by the look on his face they weren't, he wasn't hesitating not for sliver of his body recoiled by what he was doing ,blood spattered spraying at Iqbal's suit “ BOL BETA BOL” the screamed the sound echoing off the walls.
You stepped back slowly, careful not to catch anyone’s eyes. He is a monster, a monster. The man in the chair you recognised from the dinners Iqbal held at home, how he introduced him to you as an old acquaintance of five years. Five years? And Iqbal didn't struggle to commit something so horrifying to him, so how will a wife of one month stand a chance against his temper, this nature. You were almost out of sight when you moved a little too fast, your ankles chimed faintly over the screams but Iqbal's head shot up, instantly recognising the sound. “ Y/N?” he mouthed.
Your body was in dilemma whether to catch your breath first,to run to keep your heart beating because with no doubt Iqbal had seen you, you dropped the tiffin watched the content fall open on the floor as you ran as fast as you can again marvelling if to take off your anklets first, hands shivering so hard they fell like they would fall off. Cutting off a man's hand was so easy for him what would he do with you since you had made him so upset yesterday, you carried yourself on unsteady legs. Lungs burning for the desperate attempts you made to breathe the panic only growing when you couldn't find your way back upstairs, running into doors after doors and then you froze for a second hearing the heavy boots tracing your footsteps. Those damn anklets gave it away and Iqbal was onto you, you forced yourself to move slowly so the movements wouldn't amplify the sound further getting into the first room beside you.
You fumbled with the knob twice before twisting it open to what looked like a rest room for the times Iqbal stayed back in his house, it was his room you could tell by the cub cigars discarded on the floor on the bedside table , his favourite one and if that didn't give it away there was a frame of you rested atop just beside the cigar from your wedding, cropped so it was only you for him to admire when he couldn't find his way back home and the fear wavered stupidly with the warmth rising in your body.
The room was so sickly drowned with his scent that your head was getting dizzy, chest heaving which felt a lot like excitement. Disgusting;you cringed and then came the final call of the door turning and opening in front of you. Iqbal looming inside without a word.
You stood breath hitched, hand gripping at the desk behind you, still not a word he moved past you, still not a word as he took off his gloves, not a word as he tried to wipe off some of the blood from his kurta.
He hadn't said a word, maybe you could just run away. You dashed to the door without him moving a fraction, just when you twisted the knob in your hand he covered the distance in three long steps , picking you up so effortlessly that you wondered if you weighed anything under at all.
You slipped in his grips, squirming and thrashing to get free while he remained unyielding, jaw shut tight throwing you on the desk. “ Iqbal please mujhe chor do, maine kuch nahi dekha please” You sobbed, slapping your palm at his rock hard chest, Iqbal held you still with that extreme gaze and strength that he did not have to apply to keep you from moving.
“ Shh shh”
He hushed you finally, ignoring your small useless movements to slam his forehead against yours breathing deep and low. Your mind actively worked against your logical conscience, the human urge to survive overshadowed by disgustingly attracted you were to him, even after the revelation of his true self.
“ Kitni haseen lag rahe hoo aaj, uff.. Mujhe milne aayi ho itne sajj ke?” He said his voice husky and hungry, thumb caressing your cheek as if your body wasn't actively breaking into sobs from the fear, from the clear evidence that dampened his shirt the blood brown against the blue of his shirt.
“ Iqbal please hum sach mei kisi ko kuch nahi bolege”
“ Kya nahi bologi? Meri jaan yahi meri jindagi hai is se aapke siwa sab vaafiq hai aapke abbu bhi” before the disbelief of his first few words he could hit you he continued
"Tum nahi jaanti ke mujhe tumhare baap ko maali tor par tabah karne ke liye kis hadd tak jana pada, sirf is liye kyunke wo tumhe mujhe saunpne par raazi nahi tha. Tumhe andaza nahi ke is sab ke peeche meri kitni gehri saazishein thien... kis qadar junoon tha tumhe paane ka, tumhe apni baahon mein qaid karne ka"
He confessed, two glances and he had decided to drain your father financially to have you. There was no doubt your husband was crazy and holding you so fiercely calm. You wanted to be angry but all that came out of your mouth was a bated breath and even that he did spare, swallowing it in his mouth. Clashing your lips with his, you gasped in surprise giving him the opportunity to thrust his tongue into your quivering mouth, your hands flailing uselessly as he carefully but swiftly pulled over the kurta over your head. The air is clammy, goosebumps prickling at your skin.
Fear and arousal churned all together in a dangerous mix pooling in your gut, “ Iqbal-”He tangled his tongue with yours again blurring out every thought in your head for a movement, you only came back to your sense when you felt the cold metal press between the valley of your breasts, tracing up and down over the cleavage formed by the cotton bra "Tumhe lagta hai ke main ne ye sab tumhe paane ke liye kiya, sirf is liye ke tumhe takleef pahchaoon?"your hands did not need containing anymore, your struggles have stopped itself from the sheer paralysing fear. “ Iqbal please aap..yeh kya kar rahe hoo?” the safety was off- the safety was off it was off but you couldn't move, his gaze so commanding that even when your heart threatened to crash you didn't want to go against it.
The revolver sleek body prodded at your skin, it was loaded and he wasn't stepping back if anything, you felt the metal dig harder into your plump flesh, his finger rested dangerously at the trigger, the only comfort was the eye contact he held with you, that kept you captive in place. In your hindsight you could see as he crushed the trigger further, your eyes snapping close but not moving from the position you were in to save your life. The shot went empty but you flinched from the impact, hands going to hold onto his bicep, holding onto the very cause of your fear, nails digging into his skin. Iqbal eyes dragged over your face, watching the fresh tear drop glisten in a sheen line over your eye, the way you trusted him he had never felt his heart beat so frantically like it did at the at the depraved sight of your trust and the cede of your body, you were his sweet victim not upset at the fact he had plotted his way into this marriage, but just watching him doe eyes that were begging him to fuck you.
He glided it over your soft skin, hooking the mouth of the gun beneath the strap of your bra sliding it down your shoulder, unraveling your left breast to his ravenous eyes. “ Iqbal” You whimpered but he ignored it, rubbing at the nipple with the side of the gun, before holding it back in between your breast, sliding it down and over your stomach. Your breath caught when you realised he wanted to stop, tugging the salwar and panties up together with the gun, skidding it down along with his hand.
The freezing cold metal pressed against your clit, making you jolt forward and thrash momentarily before you met his eyes again, lulling you back into submissiveness. He was more handsome up close, wrinkles running around his eyes, the side of his lips along with the scar that ran above the side of his mouth, his moustache and beard thick and salt and paper that he didn't care to cover with fake dyes, just intensifying visually the obvious age gap between you both. “ Iqbal” You tried again, but he didn't budge, sliding your clothes down till you had no choice but to comply by lifting your hips so he could strip you bare.
You were a beautiful mess the innocent cotton panties stopping at your ankles, left breast out of the fabric and body shivering, your clit throbbed against the foreign object , he drowned in the sight of you getting worked up from the fear, his true self, at your how the bud that hid above your folds looked pressed against something so dangerous. Your entrance peeking out from the folds, pink and fleshed raw , he was tempted to push the barrel in but he understood enough to not do that, just teased you with the hard rigid metal that had your toes curling.
He handled it with the perfect pressure, he had learnt that much about your pleasure now, holding the mouth of the gun pressed flat against your slit till the start of your taint, “ Iqbal!” You shrieked, just his name no indication for him to stop or start because deep down you didn't know whether you did or not yourself. “ Ji begum” He rasped, nibbling on the shell of your ear the sweet endearment sound so mocking now . “Please chor dijiye, Iqbal mujhe dar raha hai”
He smirked, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves and on cue your wetness gushed down more, lubricating yourself “ Dar lag raha hai aapko meri jaan?” He cooed, catching the wetness at the gun, holding up the slick metal in front of your mouth, “ Yeh hai aapka dar?” those trembling lips have been inviting since the day he saw you, he drummed the head at your lips.
“ Open” he demanded, your hands clutching tighter at his bicep only roused him more, testing the patience that he was holding back for one month. He squeezed your mouth open , the end of the barrel hitting at the back of your mouth. “ Suck” He demanded again, this time over your gagging self, turning more vulnerable under his control.
Sucking his cock would have been way easier, the hard edges hurted a little and you knew if he started fucking your mouth himself how hard he would do it so you started yourself. Wrapping your tongue around the line, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Iqbal eyes rolled back at the obedience, he murmured praises against your forehead, about you were his good little wife before latching onto your nipple, engulfing the hard pebble into his mouth, slurping loudly around it, switching between biting and sucking constantly that the pain balanced out with pleasure, but soon he decided he did not want to miss a second of you fucking your mouth.
He stood back eyes digging into your skin, your small palm still wrapped around his bicep for comfort while he barely offered any when he plunged two fingers into your soaked entrance, curling his fingers inside to rub against the spongy part in constant strict movement that didn't give you another option than to accept the abuse on your cunt, his thumb rubbed in firm circles over your clit working proficiently so you could come early and he can shove his dick in you, because at this point he was so hard it hurted painfully
The bulge heavy and insistent over the fabric of his shalwar, you squelched loudly the wetness dripping down your cunt and spreading over the mahogany desk as you moaned around the muzzle. Iqbal liked seeing you contained but he also wanted to hear you whine his name. The gun left your mouth abruptly with a soft pop that allowed you to relax your jaw and mouth, “Iqbal ji please chor dijiye na” You whimpered all while your hips bucked to have his finger deeper, the sentence infuriated him enough for him to want to ram the gun down your throat again because of the obvious lie which he didn't enjoy.
He doubled his efforts on your pussy and had you releasing all over his hand, face nuzzled and drooling at his covered bicep when the gun shot went off making you cling harder to him breaking into a sob on instinct and the realisation The gun had bullets??? And he fired that over your heart?
Despite the horror you had only gotten wetter, clunt clenching unclenching around nothing waiting on what he had trained your body by now, his cock. The sound of your anklets were dampened and restricted under the clothes that bunched up at your ankles first he pulled them off in a harsh motion, then he dropped you on your feet on the floor, you expected him to take you to bed and claim you properly but he dragged in front of the long mirror reclined on the wall. Standing behind you, his six feet two swamping your frame and the view in front of you of your used body
You waited to watch what he meant to do, fixing your eyes anything but what was right in front focusing on the chipped edges of the mirror instead, when you felt him take out his hard dick maybe this is the part he throws you on the bed, but he lines himself against your entrance that was looking comically small in comparison to his tout head, “ Iqbal bed pe-” He snarled, and the next second you known the gun was now at your throat. The muzzle now warmed with bullets fired, and the fear came back in full surge washing over your body in tremors.
“ Maine tumse pucha tumhe kya chaiye?”
you shook your head, grasping at the mirror feeling the stretch of his cut head pushing inside your body.
You could see how desperate your own body was getting how your walls extend to accommodate his thickness, the size difference thrilling but it flushed your cheeks, shyly you lowered your gaze onto the floor to avoid the reality of what’s happening to you
"Khabardar jo tum ne apni nazrein jhukaaeen, upar dekho"
The revolver delved into the hollow of your throat as he impelled you slowly on his dick feeding you inch by inch till you were a crying mess forced to look at your ruins from the fear of the weapon your husband threatened you with. He grunted when he finally buried himself to the hilt, the sound sending spasm through your body resulting in you tightening around him, your eyes flickered struggling to keep up "Tumhe ek seedhi si baat samajh nahi aati? Nazrein mujh par tikaye rakho." he spanked his palm at your ass with unrestrained force that made you wail and slap your palm at the glass. “ IQBAL!”
“ Watch how you take me” You looked down unwillingly at the mortifying sight of hips flush against yours from behind, as he pulled back a little you saw how hard you gripped to keep him inside, his meaty flesh red and throbbing with veins that taut on it brushing deliberate at the gummy walls of your insides, you were too tired,too overstimulated for this torture when he started something worse.
He slammed back into you one violent thrust and started a punishing rhythm which was way worse than the slow descent before, your whole world world was blurring with how harsh he was being, body jerking forward and threatening to fall down with the heavy rams but he kept you up with one hand snaked around your waist other still holding the silent reminder to comply by your neck. He was smug like he was saving you from collapsing when he was the one who was enabling it, groaning how tight you were while you struggled to breathe around his cock.
Iqbal had mapped and studied each part of your body by now familiar with each curve and where exactly to hit to find your spot, aggressively snapping his hips to meet that spot so you were forced to be drowning in pleasure when your eyes rolled back from the obvious affect, he hit you again your cheeks burning red with the imprint of his palm.
Iqbal had realised you weren't scared of the gun anymore because the second you were going against his words and that didn't exactly feed into his arrogance and it has served it's purpose now, you were aware Iqbal would never hurt you in spite of having all the means to do so. He grabbed your chin forcing you to look yourself, squeezing your cheeks roughly with his palm that was larger than your face “ Dekh khudko” His groaned his tone and speech getting crass,
"Apni haalat toh dekho, ro aise rahi ho jaise tumhe is sab mein maza nahi aa raha”
you clamped around his shaft watching how he was soaking in your tears with an arousal that didn't even feel human anymore it was that primitive. A victory smirk broke through his face in between of the harsh clenched jaw expression before he lost himself to your tightness again cursing out loud and resuming your breaking.
His cock filled you stretched you out the pain of him bruising your cervix so delicious it bordered on pleasure, and estranged from the lewd scene and noises was the dainty chimes of your ankle as your feet fell above the ground with each thrust due to the obvious size difference, while he forced you to watch. Watch as the fear completely left your face leaving behind only greed, that asked him to ruin you more humiliate you the idea fact that you how small you in front of him in every sense of the word at how little control you had of your life and yet he wouldn't hurt you not in the way it would sting your heart.
"Main sabr nahi kar pa raha us waqt ka jab tumhe samajh aayega ke tumhari jagah kahan hai—sirf mere paas. Tum yahan hamesha mehfooz rahogi, meri mohabbat aur meri jaan ban kar."
Your ankles chimed harder, coerced to let out sound louder than they were meant to because Iqbal wanted to hear it so he had of course roughened his pace. His deep thrusts were mind breaking that your consciousness was slipping and instead of being ashamed your eyes were glued to the view in front you when he finally found the energy to complete his broken sentences in between his moans and groans
“ Aur inshallah jaldi hi mere bacchon ki maa banke”
WHAT? Your eyes shot up over the haze you wanted to move to look over your shoulder but his grip kept you still, and you realised you didn't need to look back at all you met his eyes in the mirror, that glance confirmed it for you he was serious about what he just said and that ‘jaldi hi’ clearly meant today.
You found some sense over the high and tried to scoot away only to be met with his hand rubbing at your now swollen bud coaxing, capturing you slowly into a frenzy that meant you were his captive for life. Your orgasm didn't give you relief by drowning out the knot in your stomach, instead it hit you like a tidal wave with your head still stuck on the fact about what followed after, and you couldn't even form a coherent sentence let alone argue with him as his hips started stuttering. “ Meri jaan” he grunted, forcing himself deeper till his tip found your cervix again, holding himself still as he spilled out his load raw. You felt the warmth seep to your stomach as if already taking root.
“Iqbal” you sniffled defeated, falling limp and wanting nothing more to be in his arms. “ Theek hai aap?” he asked picking you up ,you wanted to pout but you only nodded hiding in his chest.
a/n - its is four am while I post this kuch glat shalat likha ho toh maaf kar dena dont slime me
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