I'll let him do anything that would get any other man in jail!
Am I a feminist? Yes. A hardcore one.
But would I say yes to whatever he tells me to do?.... Absolutely, fucking, yes. I can't watch this movie without giggling everytime he comes on the screen!! Thinking about me and him doing things!
Damn it! Major iqbal! You cvnty ass bitch!
Also the only reason that this page is pink despite that sexy ass cover image of a man who reeks of testosterone is because he is also a diva.
I'll be recommending the best dhurandhar fanfics to y'all btw
okay so basically... remember how i once got catfished and decided to never trust guys online ever again!?..well I did..
So met him on hinge and I wasn't even sure ki ye kaisa hoga and tbh my online experience with guys is not so good, they usually turn out to be creepy or wanna be nonchalants so I didn't have much expectations from him aswell..but..BUTTT GUESS WHAT!? HE'S SO FUCKING AMAZING I THINK HE MIGHT BE THE LOML..I might seem crazy rn and just very delulu but hear me out PLEASE!
So he's great at talking like he has AMAZING conversational skills. He is also a nerd..hot nerd..but yes he is..and I love listening to him rant about things and facts and God knows what not..but besides that..OMG HIS FLIRTING SKILLS!! They deserve to be hanged at a museum because HOW!? And look..I'm kind of dumb.. sometimes I don't get his flirts and I just respond with smth dumb and then we laugh about it..but he NEVER judges me..I feel so open with him..I can share everything..which brings me to my next point.. HE'S SO EMOTIONALLY MATURE! Like he knows what he feels, he knows what I feel..he spent a WHOLE HOUR trying to console me and figure out a way to fix my fucked up life while I cried like a baby..A WHOLE DAMN HOUR! AND! AND GUESS WHAT!? He's so serious about me..like whenever we're talking and i suddenly get busy or smth and text him that I'll be back in five minutes..he starts ranting about how great I am and how he likes me so much and basically pointing out all the ways in which I am wonderful..
And there's no need to be scared ki what if he's catfishing and all.. he's not..he sends me videos showing me his art and he has even met some boys of my school at some interschool events..so like he's real..and he's there..tbh atp idec if he's not real..he treats me so fucking good..
These are just some of his very goated texts and just LOOK AT THEM..BITCH IM IN DEEP SHIT! LIKE SRSLY!
Btw this is just like not even 10 percent of what writes for me..😭😭
okay so basically... remember how i once got catfished and decided to never trust guys online ever again!?..well I did..
So met him on hinge and I wasn't even sure ki ye kaisa hoga and tbh my online experience with guys is not so good, they usually turn out to be creepy or wanna be nonchalants so I didn't have much expectations from him aswell..but..BUTTT GUESS WHAT!? HE'S SO FUCKING AMAZING I THINK HE MIGHT BE THE LOML..I might seem crazy rn and just very delulu but hear me out PLEASE!
So he's great at talking like he has AMAZING conversational skills. He is also a nerd..hot nerd..but yes he is..and I love listening to him rant about things and facts and God knows what not..but besides that..OMG HIS FLIRTING SKILLS!! They deserve to be hanged at a museum because HOW!? And look..I'm kind of dumb.. sometimes I don't get his flirts and I just respond with smth dumb and then we laugh about it..but he NEVER judges me..I feel so open with him..I can share everything..which brings me to my next point.. HE'S SO EMOTIONALLY MATURE! Like he knows what he feels, he knows what I feel..he spent a WHOLE HOUR trying to console me and figure out a way to fix my fucked up life while I cried like a baby..A WHOLE DAMN HOUR! AND! AND GUESS WHAT!? He's so serious about me..like whenever we're talking and i suddenly get busy or smth and text him that I'll be back in five minutes..he starts ranting about how great I am and how he likes me so much and basically pointing out all the ways in which I am wonderful..
And there's no need to be scared ki what if he's catfishing and all.. he's not..he sends me videos showing me his art and he has even met some boys of my school at some interschool events..so like he's real..and he's there..tbh atp idec if he's not real..he treats me so fucking good..
These are just some of his very goated texts and just LOOK AT THEM..BITCH IM IN DEEP SHIT! LIKE SRSLY!
Btw this is just like not even 10 percent of what he writes for me..😭😭
need saheli jedi call kare daily dasso je ho koi velli (need a girl who will call daily batao agar koi itni free ho toh) ye kisi truck ke peeche padha tha
anyway in need of sahela jeda call kare daily for my cutie patootie 😛
@yourlocalgrammarfreak haha no wayyy i also had pancakes for breakfast this morning!!! Thank you for the tagggg <33
My favourite song right now.... probably Rio or Ordinary World by Duran Duran! Songs that have been in my top ten recently now are maybe Losing My Religion, Radio Gaga and Vogue and some Foo Fighters.
Last book i read is easy: crime and punishment, tho i am not even half way through yet.
Last thing i ate was a granola bar for dinner actually :)
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1] Favourite song right now would be You Are The Reason by Calum Scott , although I do listen to a lot of EDM music while studying
2] Last book I read , finished just 3-4 days ago is The Afghan by Tom Clancy .
3] Last thing I ate was some raw mango with salt ( it tastes amazing ) 😊
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The first thing to go was your breath.
It came in ragged, uneven gasps that burned all the way down to your lungs, each inhale sharper than the last. The freezing mountain air felt less like air and more like shattered glass, scraping against the back of your throat until even swallowing became agony.
You couldn't tell whether the wetness on your face came from melting snow or your own tears. Perhaps both. Your boots plunged deep into the untouched snow with every desperate step, sinking almost to your ankles before you tore them free again. The effort was becoming unbearable. Your legs felt impossibly heavy. Every muscle screamed in protest, begging you to stop. But stopping meant dying.
A branch whipped across your cheek as you stumbled through the darkness of the forest, your shoulder crashing against another tree hard enough to make stars burst across your vision.
You bit down on a cry.
No. You couldn't make a sound. Not when he was still behind you. Your chest rose violently as you fought for another breath. The roof of your mouth had gone frighteningly dry. Every frantic inhale stripped away what little warmth remained until the skin inside your mouth felt raw, almost torn apart by the cold itself.
Your vision blurred. You couldn't feel your fingertips anymore. You weren't even sure you could feel your feet. Still...You ran. Because fear was stronger than pain. A sob escaped before you could stop it. You nearly slipped down a snow-covered embankment, catching yourself against the rough trunk of an old pine. Your palms scraped against frozen bark as you pressed yourself behind it, forcing a trembling hand over your mouth.
'Please...Please...vo na sunne bas.'
Silence settled over the forest. Not true silence. The wind whispered through the trees. Snow drifted lazily between the branches. Somewhere in the distance, a raven cried into the darkness. Then—
Crunch.
You froze.
Crunch.
Another step.
Slow.
Measured.
The sound wasn't frantic. He wasn't chasing you anymore. He was walking. As though he already knew you couldn't get very far. Your heart lurched painfully against your ribs. Tears spilled freely down your cheeks.
Maaf karien... mumma...
The thought arrived without warning. Followed almost immediately by another. They were right.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The sound came again slow, steady, and unhurried. Not the frantic pounding of someone chasing prey desperate not to lose it.
No.
These footsteps carried something far worse. Patience. You pressed yourself harder against the rough bark, every muscle trembling so violently you were terrified he'd hear your body before he heard your breathing. He wasn't running. He didn't need to. The heavy soles of his boots crushed the fresh snow one measured step at a time, the sound echoing through the silent forest with unbearable clarity.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Your pulse thundered inside your ears until it almost drowned everything else out. Almost. Because then his voice drifted through the trees calm, deep, and unshaken. "Aap bohot door tak nahi jaa payengi." A pause. Another slow footstep. Crunch. "Baraf ek ajeeb cheez hoti hai." His tone almost sounded conversational. As though the two of you were still strolling through the market. "Har qadam ka nishaan sambhal kar rakhti hai."
Another step.
"Aur yeh nishaan..."
A faint chuckle. Not loud. Not mocking. Just quiet enough to make your stomach twist.
"Inhein mitana itna aasaan nahi hota."
Your breathing hitched. 'No...Please...'
"Agar aapko lagta hai ke yeh koi khel hai..."
Silence settled for only a heartbeat. Then— "Toh theek hai."
Crunch.
"Hum khelte hain."
A sob escaped before you could stop it. Your shaking hand clamped harder over your mouth, but it was useless. Hot tears spilled between your fingers, disappearing onto the freezing snow beneath you. He sounded...Normal. That was the worst part. Not angry. Not shouting. Not even irritated. Just... certain. Certain that sooner or later he would find you. Your vision blurred again. You couldn't stay here. If you stayed— He would see you. He would hear you. He would—
No.
No.
Your body screamed at you to stop. Your legs had long since gone numb, each step driving sharp, stabbing pain through your frozen feet. Your lungs burned so fiercely that every breath felt as though it were peeling the inside of your throat raw. You didn't care. Pain meant nothing anymore. Only distance. You forced yourself away from the tree, your knees threatening to buckle beneath your weight as you stumbled back onto the narrow trail.
Then...You ran. Not because your body still could. Because your mind refused to give up. Snow sprayed behind you with every desperate stride as you dragged your exhausted body deeper into the darkness of the forest, branches tearing at your sleeves and hair while your heartbeat pounded louder than the wind itself. Behind you—The footsteps stopped. For one dreadful moment... The silence frightened you even more.
The sound behind you changed. For the briefest moment—Nothing.Then—
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The measured footsteps dissolved into something faster. He was running. A fresh wave of panic crashed over you.
"Nahi..."
The word escaped as nothing more than a broken whisper. Your exhausted legs stumbled into motion again before your mind had even caught up. Every breath came ragged and uneven as the freezing wind lashed against your face, making your eyes water until the forest became nothing more than a blur of black trunks and white snow. You couldn't think. You couldn't stop. You couldn't let him catch you. Because if he did—
No. No. No.
You pushed the thought away. Just run. Run. Run.
This had never been part of the plan. When you had proposed your sociology thesis to your professors months ago, it had sounded almost idealistic. You wanted to study the everyday lives of people living along one of South Asia's most misunderstood frontiers—not through newspaper headlines or political debates, but through conversations. Through stories. Through the ordinary lives hidden beneath extraordinary circumstances. Your parents hadn't shared your enthusiasm. Your father had refused almost immediately. Your mother had looked at you as though you had suggested walking into a war. Neither of them had cared how carefully you had researched the project. Neither of them cared that your university had approved it. All they had heard was one word.
Kashmir.
And the answer had been no. So...You lied. You promised you would stay around Jammu. You promised you would avoid the border. You promised you would call every evening. Looking back now... That lie felt impossibly small compared to everything that had followed. Because somehow-Despite every warning...Despite every instinct...You had found yourself standing in a small market near the Line of Control, struggling to interview local artisans in a language you couldn't understand.
Koshur.
A language barrier had left you embarrassed, stranded and painfully aware that you didn't belong there. And then...He had appeared. An Indian Army officer.
Or so you had believed.
He had spoken fluent Kashmiri. Helped you speak to the locals. Translated conversations. Shown you the market. Explained traditions you had only ever read about. Slowly...Patiently...He had earned your trust.
By the time the mountains disappeared beneath gathering clouds and a snowstorm threatened to close the roads, following him had seemed like the most sensible decision you could have made.
You hadn't questioned him. Why would you? He wore the uniform. He carried himself like a soldier. Everyone around him treated him with respect. Major Iqbal had seemed like the safest person you could have met. You hadn't realized...That almost everything he had told you was a lie. And by the time you discovered who he really was— It was already too late.
You ran. Or at least, you tried to. Your body had long since stopped cooperating. Every step sank deep into the snow before you fought to wrench your foot free again, only to repeat the same agonizing motion with the other. The freezing cold had crept through your boots hours ago. Now you couldn't even tell where your toes ended and the ice began. They didn't feel like your feet anymore. They felt like dead weight.
Each step sent a dull, aching pain shooting up your calves before disappearing beneath a frightening numbness. You couldn't feel them. You could barely move them. But you forced them forward anyway. Behind you—
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The footsteps never disappeared. If anything... They sounded closer. You didn't dare look back. You couldn't. Because some part of you already knew what you would see.
He was there.
Right behind you.
The image alone was enough to keep your head facing forward. Another desperate breath caught painfully in your throat. Your lungs burned. Your vision blurred. The freezing air clawed at the inside of your chest until every inhale felt like punishment. You stumbled. Recovered. Stumbled again. Your pace was no longer a run. It had become an uneven, desperate stagger through the waist-deep snow, each step slower than the last. Your legs refused.
'Please...please abhi nahi abhi nahi.'
They shook violently beneath you. You tried to force yourself faster. Nothing happened. The exhaustion had finally caught you. Your body had reached its limit.
"Nahi..."
The whisper barely left your lips. 'Abhi nahi. Please... bas abhi nahi... thoda aur.' Your boot caught beneath the snow. You lurched forward, barely managing to stop yourself from falling.
Then—
A sharp gust of wind roared between the trees. The footsteps behind you vanished.
Silence.
Your heart stopped. Where— The impact came without warning. Something slammed into your back with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. A scream tore from your throat as your feet left the ground. The world spun. White. Black. Snow exploded around you as both of your bodies crashed violently onto the frozen earth. The breath was ripped from your chest. For one horrifying second... You couldn't breathe at all.
The memory struck with brutal clarity.
It hadn't started with shouting. It hadn't started with violence. It had started with warmth.
The cabin sat alone amongst towering pine trees, tucked so deeply into the forest that it almost disappeared beneath the snowfall. Warm amber light glowed through the windows, smoke curled lazily from the stone chimney, and for the first time since arriving in Kashmir, you had finally felt your shoulders relax. It looked... safe. The exact sort of place people imagined when they thought of mountain life. As soon as you stepped inside, warmth rushed over your freezing body. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood, burning firewood and spices. A small fireplace crackled softly in one corner of the room. Heavy woollen blankets had been folded neatly over an old wooden sofa, while shelves lined with books, antique lanterns and hand-carved ornaments covered the walls. Everything looked lived in comfortable, and normal.
Iqbal quietly closed the door behind you before brushing the snow from his shoulders. He glanced towards you. The ends of your fingers had turned pink from the cold. Without saying anything, he walked towards the fireplace and crouched down, adding another log to the flames. The fire crackled louder. He stood again.
"Jacket utaar dijiye."
"Huh?"
A faint smile appeared on his face. "Yahan andar itni thand nahi hai."
Looking around, you realised he was right.
The cabin was surprisingly warm. Almost too warm. You laughed softly before slipping your jacket off, draping it over the back of a nearby chair. Instantly your shoulders felt lighter. Much better. Iqbal watched you for only a second before turning away.
"Aap baithiye." He walked towards the small kitchen tucked beside the living room. "Main aap ke liye kahwa banata hoon."
"Oh, Major sahab, aap zyada dikkat na lein."
Without looking back, he answered calmly, "Mehmaan ke liye yeh koi takleef nahi hoti."
His voice carried the same effortless confidence it always had steady,patient, and controlled.
You smiled to yourself before sitting near the fireplace, rubbing your palms together to chase away the lingering cold. For the first time all day... You genuinely felt lucky. Maybe everyone had exaggerated. Maybe Kashmir wasn't nearly as frightening as people made it out to be. Maybe all those warnings had been nothing more than fear. From the kitchen came the quiet sounds of cupboards opening. Water pouring. The soft scrape of a knife against a wooden chopping board.
You absentmindedly looked around the cabin while waiting. Your eyes wandered across old photographs. Books. An antique hunting rifle mounted high above the fireplace. Several framed landscapes. Then... Something caught your attention. A large map hung on the opposite wall. You frowned. It wasn't the map itself. It was... Something about it looked wrong. Curious, you stood and walked closer. Your eyes traced the borders slowly. Then stopped. Your brows knitted together.
Kashmir...
It wasn't shown the way you had always seen it. The markings. The borders. The colours. They were different. For a second, you genuinely thought you were misunderstanding it.
Maybe it was an old map.
Maybe some local variation.
You weren't exactly an expert on geopolitics. Still... Something felt...Off. Behind you, the chopping continued. You glanced over your shoulder before looking back at the map.
Trying to sound casual, you asked, "Major sahab...?"
"Hm?"
"Yeh map..."
He looked up briefly from where he stood at the kitchen counter. A knife rested comfortably in one hand as he sliced vegetables with slow, precise movements. "Kya hua?"
You pointed towards the wall. "Ismein... Kashmir Pakistan ke saath dikhaya gaya hai?"
He barely glanced at it. As though he'd seen it a thousand times. "Ji."
You laughed awkwardly. "Oh..." You smiled. "Mujhe laga shayad galti se lag gaya hoga."
He continued cutting. The knife struck the board.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Without ever looking at you, he answered quietly. "Nahi."
Another slice.
"Galti nahi hai."
Silence settled between you. You waited for the punchline. For the joke. It never came. Instead...He calmly lifted the chopped vegetables into a pot. Then finally looked at you. His expression hadn't changed. Not even slightly.
"Kashmir kabhi India ka hissa tha hi nahi."
The smile slowly disappeared from your face. For a second... You genuinely thought you had misheard him. A nervous laugh escaped your lips. "Aap mazaak kar rahe hain...?"
He handed you cup of kahwa and simply looked at you. No smile. No amusement. Nothing. Only those dark eyes. Watching. Your laughter faded almost immediately. The room suddenly felt...Different. Smaller. The fire still crackled. Yet somehow...
Everything had become painfully quiet. Trying to brush away the strange feeling settling inside your stomach, you spoke again. "Mujhe laga... matlab..."
You gestured awkwardly towards the map. "Shayad yeh Kashmir ka koi alag hissa hoga?" You gave another uncertain smile. "Sorry... main itna nahi jaanti. Isi liye toh thesis ke liye yahan aayi hoon."
For a moment... Iqbal said nothing. Then he slowly placed the knife down. The soft metallic sound echoed far louder than it should have. He rested both hands on the counter. Still watching you. When he finally spoke... His voice was almost gentle.
"Toh phir likh lijiye."
You stared at him. "Ji?"
His eyes never left yours. "Apni thesis mein." He paused. "Likhiye..." Another pause. Long enough for your heartbeat to become the loudest thing in the room. "Kashmir kabhi India ka hissa nahi tha."
Something inside your stomach dropped. Hard. It wasn't only what he'd said. It was...
The certainty.
The absolute conviction.
The complete absence of humour.
The man standing before you wasn't debating politics. He was stating what he believed to be an unquestionable fact. Without realizing it... You took a tiny step backwards. Your fingers tightened around the warm cup of kahwa. The cabin suddenly felt much quieter than before. Much colder somehow... Despite the fire burning only a few feet away. You forced another smile. Small. Uneasy.
"Main... shayad is baat se ittefaq nahi karti."
He didn't respond. Didn't argue. Didn't even blink. He only continued watching you. That was somehow worse. You swallowed. Your mouth had suddenly gone dry. You looked down at the untouched cup in your hands. Then back towards him.
"Main... um..." You cleared your throat. "Waise bhi shayad ab tak mausam theek ho gaya hoga."
You glanced towards the window. Nothing but dark sky and thick white snow. Still... You continued. "Main soch rahi thi ke main ab chalti hoon."
No answer. You laughed nervously.
"Mummy bhi pareshaan ho rahi hongi." You slowly placed the untouched cup on the wooden table. "Main raste mein unko call bhi kar lungi."
Iqbal finally moved. Only one step. Slow. Measured. "Call?"
You nodded. "Ji."
His voice remained frighteningly calm. "Yahan signal nahi aata."
Your smile faltered. "Oh..." You looked towards your phone instinctively. No service. Of course. "Koi nhi," you said quickly. "Main shehar pahunch kar kar lungi."
You reached for your jacket hanging over the chair. Before your fingers could touch it— His voice came again quiet, controlled, and absolute.
"Aap kahin nahi jaa rahi."
Your hand froze. For a moment... You thought you had misunderstood him. You turned slowly.
"Kya...?"
He was no longer by the kitchen counter. He had already crossed half the room. You hadn't even noticed him moving. His hands rested loosely behind his back. His expression remained calm. Almost patient.
"Maine kaha..." He took another slow step towards you. "...aap kahin nahi jaa rahi."
Something primal tightened inside your chest. Every instinct you possessed suddenly screamed the same thing.
Run. Now.
You forced another smile that barely reached your lips. "Major sahab... mera khayal se koi ghalat fehmi ho rahi hai."
He stopped only a few feet away. Close enough now that you could hear his breathing.
"Nahi." His voice remained almost impossibly soft. "Ghalat fehmi ab tak thi."
Your pulse hammered painfully inside your ears. You took one careful step backwards. He matched it with one forward. Not hurried. Not aggressive. Just... Certain. Like a predator that already knew there was nowhere left for its prey to go.
Your heartbeat slammed so violently against your ribs that it almost hurt.
'Nahi. Nahi, nahi, nahi. Please ye nhi ho sakta.'
The smile disappeared from your face. Your pulse began roaring in your ears. You grabbed the jacket anyway. "Mujhe ghar jana hai."
Another step.
He was close now.
Far too close.
"Mere ghar walo meri fikr kar rahe honge."
No response. Only those impossibly dark eyes fixed on yours. You took another step backwards. Your shoulder bumped into the wall. Nowhere left. Your breathing became shallow.
"Main... main bas ja rahi hoon."
For the first time... He smiled. Not warmly. Not politely. The smile never reached his eyes.
"Aap bohot masoom hain."
A chill crawled violently down your spine. Without thinking, you turned. The front door. Just reach the door. You had barely taken two hurried steps before strong fingers closed around your wrist.
Hard.
You gasped. "Chhoriye!" You jerked violently, trying to wrench yourself free. His grip only tightened. Pain shot through your arm. "Please! Mujhe jaane dijiye!"
He didn't even seem to be using much strength. Yet you couldn't move him an inch. Your panic exploded. You twisted, kicked, clawed at his hand.
Nothing.
It was like struggling against stone.
"Itni ghabrahat kyun?" His voice remained maddeningly calm. "Abhi toh hum baat kar rahe thay."
Your vision blurred with tears. "Nahi!"
You drove your heel down blindly, trying to stomp his foot. He barely reacted. Desperate, you lashed out again. This time your knee connected his crotch sharply.
A muffled grunt escaped him. His grip loosened. Just enough. You ripped your arm free.
Don't think.
Run.
You sprinted down the narrow hallway without even looking where you were going. Behind you—
"Y/N."
His voice echoed through the cabin. Still calm. Still controlled. No shouting. No anger.
That somehow made everything worse. You reached the end of the hallway and threw yourself into the first room you found.
SLAM.
The door crashed shut behind you. Your trembling hands fumbled desperately with the lock.
Click.
Locked.
You stumbled backwards, chest heaving violently. For one impossible second... Silence. Then—
THUD.
The entire door shook. You screamed. Another deafening impact rattled the frame. Wood splintered somewhere near the hinges. Your eyes darted wildly around the room. There had to be another way. There had to be. Another crash slammed into the door. Dust drifted from the ceiling.
"Darwaza kholo."
His voice came from the other side.
Quiet.
Almost conversational.
"Main wada karta hoon..."
Another heavy bang.
"...agar abhi darwaza khol diya..."
The handle twisted slowly.
"...toh main naraz nahi honga."
Your hands flew over your mouth to stop yourself from sobbing.
Nahi.
Nahi.
Nahi.
Your eyes swept frantically around the room.
A bed.
A wardrobe.
A wooden table.
Nothing. Then— The window. Hope surged through your exhausted body. You rushed toward it. Jammed. Of course it was jammed due to cold. Your shaking fingers fought desperately with the latch. It wouldn't move. Another brutal crash hit the door. The wood groaned loudly. He wasn't knocking anymore. He was forcing it open.
Your breathing became hysterical. Your gaze landed on a heavy ceramic vase sitting on the windowsill. Without thinking, you snatched it up.
"Ye use karti hoon," you whispered to absolutely no one. Then swung.
CRASH!
Glass exploded outward into the storm. Freezing wind burst into the room instantly, carrying snowflakes with it. Behind you—Another violent impact.
The doorframe cracked. You didn't hesitate. Throwing your arms over your face, you climbed through the shattered window. Jagged glass tore across your palms and forearms. A sharp sting ripped through your skin. You barely felt it. Your boots hit the snow below awkwardly. You slipped
Fell.
Scrambled back onto your feet.
Run.
Just run.
You didn't even know which direction you were heading. You only knew you had to get away. The freezing wind slammed into your face, stealing your breath almost instantly. Your sweater was nowhere near enough against the mountain cold. You had left your coat inside.
Your scarf.
Your gloves.
Everything.
None of it mattered. Branches whipped across your face as you forced your way into the forest. Snow reached almost to your knees. Every step felt heavier than the last. Behind you— The cabin door burst open. You didn't dare look back. You couldn't. You already knew he would be there.
So you ran.
You ran until your lungs burned. Until your legs screamed. Until every breath felt like shards of ice cutting through your chest. And that...
That was how you found yourself here.
Alone.
Lost somewhere deep inside the frozen forest. Your hands bleeding. Your body trembling uncontrollably. Snow clinging to your clothes. And the man you had trusted...right on top of you crushing you with his weight.
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The impact knocked every ounce of air from your lungs. For one blinding second, all you saw was white. Snow exploded around you as your body slammed into the frozen ground. Pain shot through your shoulder and down your spine. A strangled gasp tore from your throat. Before you could even think about getting up— A crushing weight landed on top of you.
Your heart stopped.
No...
No, no—
You tried to push yourself up, but something forced you straight back into the snow. Strong. Unmoving. Your wrists were pinned above your head before you even realized what had happened. Panic surged through every nerve in your body. You thrashed violently beneath him.
"Chhoriye mujhe!" Your voice cracked into a sob. "Please... rabb ke liye... mujhe jaane dijiye!"
He didn't answer. Not immediately. Your frantic movements only sank you deeper into the snow. You bucked against him again, trying to twist free, trying to kick, trying to do anything. It was useless. He barely moved. It was like trying to push away a mountain. Your breathing became hysterical.
"Please... please..."
For the first time since he'd caught you...He spoke. Quietly. Almost disappointed.
"Itni daud lagayi tumne." His breathing wasn't even uneven. Not a trace of exhaustion. Not after chasing you through the forest. A gloved hand tightened around your wrists just enough to stop another desperate struggle. You cried out. He leaned down slightly, his face only inches from yours now. Snowflakes settled silently in his dark hair and along the shoulders of his jacket. His expression remained terrifyingly calm. Only his eyes had changed. Gone was the patient warmth. Gone was the reassuring smile.
What looked back at you now was cold.
Possessive.
"Maine pehle hi kaha tha..." he said softly. "...baraf nishaan chhupaati nahi."
Your chest heaved violently. Tears streamed unchecked down your cheeks, disappearing into the snow beneath your head.
"Main...main kisi ko nahi bataungi." The words tumbled out between broken breaths. "Kasam se... main kisi ko kuch nahi bataungi..."
His gaze never left your face. For a long moment, he simply watched you. Studying you. As though weighing every word you said. Then...
A faint smile appeared. Not kind. Not comforting. The sort of smile that made your blood run cold. He gave a slow shake of his head.
"Ab yeh faisla aapka nahi raha."
The words were barely above a whisper. Yet they echoed through the silent forest louder than any scream. You struggled again with everything you had left. Your muscles burned. Your lungs screamed.
Nothing.
He didn't even seem inconvenienced. One hand kept both of your wrists pinned while the other pressed into the snow beside your head, boxing you in completely.
The towering pine trees swayed overhead. The wind howled through the branches. But out here... Hidden beneath the storm... No one could hear you.
Your chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven breaths. Every inhale burned. Every exhale vanished into the freezing night as trembling clouds of white. You couldn't stop shaking. Whether it was from the cold... Or from him... You didn't know anymore. The forest had gone unnaturally quiet. Only the wind whispered through the pines. Only the snow continued falling. Only your heartbeat thundered so violently that you were certain he could hear it. You squeezed your eyes shut for a brief second, trying to steady your breathing.
Think.
You had to think. There had to be something. Anything. Slowly, you opened your eyes again. Iqbal was still looking at you.
Not speaking.
Not rushing.
His expression remained unreadable, almost detached, as though this wasn't a terrified girl pinned beneath him in the middle of a snow-covered forest. As though this was simply another problem to be solved. His gaze lingered on the shallow cuts scattered across your hands where the shattered window had sliced through your skin.
Tiny beads of crimson stained the snow beneath your fingers. A muscle in his jaw shifted. Then he spoke. "Dekho apna kya haal kar liya tumne."
You stared at him in disbelief. A broken laugh escaped your lips. Half sob. Half disbelief. "Tum... pagal ho..."
For the first time, something flickered across his face. Gone before you could name it. His grip loosened—only enough to pull one hand free from your pinned wrists.
Your pulse lurched.
He looked down at your bleeding palm. He pulled your injured hand closer to his face. Every muscle in your body tensed. When your hand was centimetres from his lips, his tongue darted out licked your blood.
Then back at you. "Khoon beh raha hai."
Your breathing caught. "Kya...?"
As though he hadn't heard you, he sucked on the wound. You flinched violently.
"Nahi mat chhuiye mujhe!"
He didn't care if you tried pulling your hand back he simply kept sucking on your wound, completely ignoring your resistance as you moaned in a sharp pain and sudden pressure.
Iqbal shoved you down hard into the deep snow, the cold biting through your clothes as his heavy body pinned you flat on your back. His gloved hands let go of your hand from his mouth and held both your hands above your head again, the weight of his military frame crushing any chance of escape. Snow crunched under you with every desperate twist you made, but Iqbal only pressed harder, his breath steaming in the freezing night air.
"Zyada hile na," he growled low, voice rough with command. He shifted his hips, grinding his hardening cock against your thigh through layers of fabric. One hand released a wrist long enough to yank pull your sweater off and shove it aside, exposing skin to the icy wind. His palm slid under your shirt, rough fingers squeezing and twisting at your chest without any care for comfort.
You bucked and kicked, legs flailing in the snow, but Iqbal used his knees to spread them wider, forcing your thighs apart. He ripped at your pants next, buttons popping, fabric tearing as he dragged the material down just enough to bare you to the cold and his touch. His fingers found your pussy immediately, shoving two thick digits inside without warning or prep, pumping hard and fast while his thumb pressed cruelly against your clit.
"Yath path zor lagun chhu lagiv," He spoke in fluent kashmiri directly against your ear, his hot breath flaring against your skin in the freezing weather while his teeth lightly grazed your earlobe. Moving slowly, he pressed his wet lips to the side of your forehead, leaving a warm kiss right above your eyes. He pulled his belt from his pants, using it to tie your hands securely. "Kehn farq na payiv myon zun." [Jitna zor lagana hain laga lo. Koi fark nahi padega meri chand.]
He pulled his fingers free, slick with whatever moisture he had forced out.
Slowly, he reached around to the back of his pants and pulled out his gun that had been tucked securely into his waistband. He slid the gun into your mouth to lubricate it before carefully drawing it back out. Your face was streaked with tears, when Iqbal forcefully shoved the gun on your lips. You couldn't do anything but take it into your mouth, entirely paralyzed by the fear of what he would do to you if you refused. Holding you head in his other hand, he then began to slowly insert the gun inside you, moving with absolute precision to ensure that your walls did not tear.
He moved the gun inside you, sliding it forward until it repeatedly struck your cervix. The mere sight of something so unsettling and strange happening right in front of you completely overwhelmed your senses, causing you to cry out and moan in pure disgust.
"Allah has tuy waryaah aram seth banăwmut, myon wazul." He said as he leaned down to kiss the valley between your breast. [allah has made your body with so much care my love]
He did not stop with his assault until the pressure built up and you squirted, splashing him directly with it. Instead of being disgusted by the spray, he leaned down and kissed your cunt, thrilled that you blessed him with his. He layed open mouth kisses on your cunt. He started moving up still laying kissed on your body until he reached your breast. He took your right nipple in his mouth biting it and sucking on it. This only made you cry out.
And once he was done with his assault on your chest freed his own cock from his uniform pants. It sprang out thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum that he smeared against your entrance.
You sobbed, completely paralyzed with fear in the cold snow, knowing exactly what would come next.
With one brutal thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside you, stretching you open around his cock. Snow flew up around you two from the force as he started pounding immediately, hips snapping forward in aggressive, punishing strokes. Each drive pushed you deeper into the snow, your back scraping against the icy ground while Iqbal held their wrists pinned and used his free hand to grip your hip, yanking you up to meet every thrust.
You moaned and cried out, your voice trembling as a volatile mix of sharp pain, paralyzing fear, and unbidden pleasure surged through you all at once. The biting cold of the snow beneath you faded against the intense feeling of his thrusts, leaving you completely overwhelmed as each conflicting sensation amplified the next, making it impossible to silence your heavy, tearful breaths.
He fucked you relentlessly, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy mixing with the crunch of snow and your ragged breathing. Iqbal leaned down, biting at your neck hard enough to leave marks, sucking and growling as he rutted deeper.
His teeth bit down firmly before he began to suck against one of the fresh wound with an intense, unrelenting hunger. The sudden spark of pain combined with the overpowering heat of his mouth shattered your remaining restraint, forcing a louder, breathless moan from your lips that echoed into the freezing air. Every dark friction of his lips against your neck sent a confusing jolt of warmth straight through your shivering frame, drowning out the cold of the snow and pinning you beneath him as your cries grew heavier.
His balls slapped against you with every violent push, his pace never slowing even as you continued to struggle beneath him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cold, dripping onto both of your skin as he changed angles to grind against sensitive spots inside you. He released one wrist only to slap your ass cheek hard, then grabbed your thigh and hooked it over his hip for better leverage. The new position let him drive even harder, his cockhead battering your cervix with each thrust. The pressure felt too much for you it almost made you feel you will explode.
"be tuhundi mukh peth paad karith bhaagiv," he snarled, voice thick with lust and dominance. [tujh jaisi khubsoorat chez par bas mera haq hain.]
"Beh chahaan tuy seth aulaad, myon wazul." His thrusts grew erratic, hips jerking as he chased his release. With a final series of deep, grinding pushes he buried himself fully and came hard, flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum that mixed with the cold snow melting beneath you. [i want to breed you my love]
Iqbal stayed inside you for long moments, breathing heavy, his cock twitching as the last pulses emptied into you.
He was far from done.
Iqbal looked down at you, your body shivering violently in the biting cold. For a split second, he considered hoisting your limp, bruised frame up and dragging you back inside the cabin to escape the freezing wind. But as he looked at your terrified, tear-streaked face, your naked body, and his cum dripping from you, a darker, more urgent hunger surged through him. He didn't want the warmth of the cabin yet.
He stepped back he stroked his semi erect cock, it was still coated in your and his release. He grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back with a violent force that made you gasp, and shoved his cock right against your lips.
"Saaf toh kar dein esse," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble.
You clamped your jaw shut, your teeth grinding together. Your lower body was screaming in agony, the raw, throbbing pain from his previous assault making every small movement a torture. You shook your head, sobbing, refusing to open your mouth.
Iqbal didn't have patience for resistance. He sneered, his grip tightening in your hair until your scalp burned. He slammed his palm against your cheek, forcing your head to the side before jamming his thumb into your mouth to pry your jaws open. The moment your lips parted, he lunged forward, shoving his cock deep into your throat with a brutal thrust.
You gagged instantly, the thick head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with a sickening thud. You tried to pull away, your body convulsing in a desperate attempt to reject the intrusion, but he held you pinned. He began to fuck your throat with mindless aggression, his hips slamming forward in fast, hard rhythms.
The sound of his pelvis hitting your face echoed in the cold air. He wasn't looking for pleasure he was looking to dominate. He drove himself in deep, over and over, forcing you to swallow his length until you were choking, your eyes bulging and watering.
Your hands, still bound tightly with the leather belt, clawed uselessly at his thighs and waist. You struggled, twisting your torso and kicking your legs in the dirt, but the pain in your bruised pelvis only intensified with every movement. You let out muffled, wet whimpers around his shaft, your throat constricted and raw, while Iqbal only grunted, increasing the pace, fucking your throat harder and faster until you were nothing more than a gagging toy in his grip.
Hiii i hope u all enjoy also i DO NOT support terrorism this is work of fiction anyway guehss who can speak Kashmiri fluently? Not me fs all texts were translated by @goodnightkatherine 💗
So I was scrolling through ig and came across this video where a girl was like "this is how much I make in a night as a stripper" and at first I thought she was joking, but then I went to her page, saw her videos and girl was NOT joking, and if you wanna know how much she makes? A LOT! LIKE A LOT! IN ONE NIGHT! The amount of money she made in one night is what some people don't make in even a year!! A YEAR!
And then this thought actually came into my mind and I asked my bsf and she said no so plan cancel ig
