Forcefully His

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FARAH’S POV:

My grandparents also attended the wedding and my grandmother was very happy as she’d always wanted me to get married. I didn’t speak at all, leading everyone to believe that I was a nervous and shy bride. Thay were all so impressed by Mr. Khan that, even my best friend did not doubt anything.

Finally, the day of my nikah approached and Hania made me wear a simple white dress as I did not want to heavy dresses and all. She also did light makeup on me to cover up my puffy eyes.

After the nikah was done, I was sitting in the room with my grandmother and Hania. I heard someone enter the room making the two leave. I looked up to see Mr. Winner, who came near me and sat on the bed. He said his salaam and lifted my veil. I kept my head down and a few seconds later, he left the room without saying a word.

MUSA’S POV:

I walked to her, sat on the bed and lifted her veil. She was looking ethereal. Her pink nose and red cheeks indicated that she cried, even then she looked ravishing. I wanted to lick her tears away and kiss her pink nose and cheeks.

I controlled myself and I knew that if I stayed any longer, I would lose it all. So, I left without saying anything.

It was time for rukhsati where my doll cried like there was no tomorrow. I consoled her father and left. With me not saying anything. We reached home where Ayesha took my doll to my room and I was allowed to go after a while.

“Not so fast Brother. First give us money then you can enter.” Ayesha stopped me. It was one of the wedding traditions.

I gave her my credit card and told her to take as much as she wants, in a hurry to get to my bride. I entered my room and saw Farah looking outside the window. She was so engrossed in the task that she didn’t notice me walking towards her. I stood behind her and blew air in her ear as I said hello. She quickly turned around and I caged her to the window. Our proximity was making me crazy. Her smell, her whole being was a drug to me.

I leaned down as she was a foot or so shorter than me. I kissed her forehead and felt her closing her eyes. I, then went to her cheeks and kissed them sensually while my hands went to her waist. She was making me lose myself. I tasted something salty and moved back to see that it was her tears. I stepped back as she pushed me away and saw that she was sobbing.

“Doll. what happened?” I asked her.

“I don’t want to live with you. You just proved that you only married me for my body. You don’t love me, it’s only lust. You know what? Just do what you want and let me go.” she sobbed.

“Never say that again. My love for you is pure. I won’t have you without your permission but I won’t let you go.” I told her brokenly. I placed a small box in her hands and took a pillow from the bed so I could sleep on the couch. I never imagined our wedding night to go like that.

FARAH’S POV:

I opened the small box he’d placed in my hands and saw that it was a delicate bracelet. I put the box on the table and decided to sleep.

I woke up the next morning at around 6 am. I saw that Mr. Tyrant was still sleeping, so I went into the closed and took a simple salwar kameez to change into and went to take a shower.

MUSA’S POV:

I woke up and saw my beautiful wife getting ready. He looked like and angel, she combed her hair and applied lip balm on her lips. Not that she needed makeup. As I saw her getting ready to leave the room, I got up and went to the closet, bringing out a maroon dupatta to cover her arms that could be seen by her dress. I did not want anyone to see her porcelain skin, be it my mother or my sister. She is mine and only I have the right to see her body.

She left the room and I started getting ready. A while later, I went downstairs and saw everyone on the table.

“Good morning Son.” Mom greeted. I returned the greeting and sat on my seat.

“I hope that everything is prepared for your reception tonight. You know that your sister and I have to leave for Karachi tonight.” Mom spoke.

“Everything is ready Mom. Don’t worry.” I went to my office to attend a meeting. When I reached home, I got to know that my wife was already getting ready.

Everyone left for the venue earlier whereas, I would go with my doll. I got dressed and went to get my doll as no one was present.

My throat went dry as I looked at her. She looked ravishing, more fragile in her heavy dress and her light makeup and hair made her look even more innocent. I walked to her and she stood up, starting to walk towards the door. I held her hand and went closer to her. I caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead lovingly. I didn’t have words to describe her beauty.

“You said, you wouldn't touch me.” She complained.

“No. I said I won’t have you until you want. I didn’t say that I would not touch you or kiss you.” I said and smiled at her frown. “Now let’s leave. We are getting late.”

We arrived and started meeting and greeting everyone. Many ministers and other well-known people were present, along with the prime minister himself. The media wasn’t allowed inside, so they were outside trying to get the smallest news about the wedding. The dinner was served and I noticed that my doll wasn’t eating much and was looking hella tired. Soon, the function ended and we left for home. Mom and Ayesha had to leave for Karachi so they changed and left after saying goodbye.

When I went to our room, I saw that my doll had changed into her pjs and looked adorable. I also went into the closet and changed into my pjs. I was on the couch.

“Listen.” She spoke in a small voice.

“Yes?” I spoke lovingly.

“I couldn’t find where my clothes are placed. Where are they? And I will be joining college from tomorrow.” She asked.

“You can join your college from tomorrow and for you clothes, they are in the closet.” I replied innocently.

“I am talking about my jeans and tops.” She said, impatiently.

I sighed as I knew that I couldn’t stop her from wearing those clothes now.

“They are in my side of the closet and before you ask why, because your side was full.” I told her.

He hummed in response and went to sleep. I also decided to go to sleep.