WARNING!!!
Extreme blood and gore ahead and will be marked by •••
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Like every other day, My fairy was playing with her friend in her doll house dragging me with her to play house with them. That other girl doesn't like me at all. Always glaring at me and sticking her tongue out at me. One day I'm going to rip out that tiny tongue of hers. She calls her Heenu and loves her very much.
My little fairy came in frolicking with a toy plastic tea set in her hands.

"Today we're having a tea party." She giggled.

'Someone please save me from this!' I thought rolling my eyes. A 12 yr old man playing house with two 6 yr old girls. What am I being punished for?

"Zayaan will be the Papa, Inarah will be Mumma and Heenu will be our baby." She announced holding my hand.

"No Inu. He will not be Papa. Only you and I will play, not that boy." That brat said pulling her from my side.

Inarah shook her head
"No Inarah will not play without Zayaan. He's my friend." She said angrily inflating her chubby cheeks.

And the girls started fighting. I pulled her chubby cheeks and her cute innocent face made me laugh.
"Play wich me" she managed to say. I pulled her cheeks a bit more. She's soo cute.

"Are my two princess playing house? You didn't call Papa to play with you. Papa is sad now." Saheb said frowning .

My fairy ran to him and wrapped her wings around him as he lifted her in his arms. He is a good father. I've never known a father's love...until, he showed me.

He came and patted my head automatically bringing a huge smile on my face.
"Come my son, let me show you something." He said.

"But Zayaan is playing with Inu and Heenu." My fairy pouted.
Saheb mimicked her pout.
"Sorry sweetie. I'll bring him back in a moment."

"Ok! But hurry. He's my husband." She folded her arms to her chest as Saheb let out a laugh and I felt flustered all of a sudden.

He walked me to his study with his arm around my shoulder. It's been 8 months since I'm living with them. He's teaching me a lot of things. English, maths, everything I should know according to him. He says I'm an exceptionally fast learner. Whatever that means.

He sat on his chair and took me on his lap. I struggled to get out of his hold as my face turned red with embarrassment only to hear him laugh
"Let me go... I'm not a child."

He ruffled my hair finally letting me go and looked at me with his soft eyes that always warmed my heart.
"Yes, you're a fine young man. Tell me Zayaan, would you like to go to school?"

I looked at him perplexed.
"School? Who has that much money? And besides...." I looked down at my hands.
"Ye school whool ameer baccha log k liye hai....apun jaise sadak chap mafik k liye nai Saheb. (These school n all are for the rich kids. Not for street-rats like me sir)"

He lifted my chin lovingly with a warm smile.
"Who told you such nonsense? Schools are for every child that wants to learn. You my child..." He patted my chest.
"...are with the will and desire to learn and I want to make that happen. I'll send you to the best school and give you the best education. You learnt every within just 8 months what most children can't even learn in 8 years. You have a very smart brain." He patted my head and I grinned
"I'll sculpt you into a fine dignified man Zayaan. I promise!"

I looked at him awestruck. I've always been envious of the rich children going to school with their parents.
"Why would you do all this for me?"

"Because you're my son!" He smiled making me smile too.
His son? So an orphan like me could have a family too?

"Also tell me something else. When my Inarah grows up, would you like to marry her?"

I looked up at him wide eyed and flustered.
"Wh....what? Marry? That cry baby?!" My face was turned red.

He laughed.
"Oh come on, your saying that now, but when my Princess grows up she'll be the most beautiful girl in the world just like her mother. Men will swarm around her like bees to honey. Don't regret then...."

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Zayaan's POV,
The doors of the elevator opened and she stepped in without a word. This Residential Elevator was reserved for just the owner of the penthouse...Me and now her. I silently walked in behind her. As the doors were closing I could sense her anxiety and her claustrophobia kicking in that she was try quite hard to hide.

I stretched my hand to her as she stood to the opposite corner from me gripping the railing.
"Let me hold you. You'll feel less scared."

"No need!" She said sternly not even looking at me. I took my hand back with an inward sigh observing her disheavled silhouette from the metal wall beside me. She was shaking fervently and getting breathless every second. I could hear her heavy breathing but I didn't dare to approach her.

She did say only one thing though....

Finally the doors opened and she stormed out making her way straight to the bedroom. The bodyguard looked at her shocked.

"Take care of her." I ordered them to which they nodded and I made my way to the basement to deal with that scum.

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Inarah's POV,
I shut the bedroom door behind me and slumped on the bed. I looked at my reflection in the full view mirror in front of me. This should be the best day of my life... I'm finally married to the man I love, but is it? No! Because I betrayed everyone, my parents, my bff, him and most importantly... myself!

My prospective groom turned out to be a psycho, my expensive marriage was ruined, my parents were held under a gun, my mother cried and screamed for me, she was unconscious when I just walked out leaving her like that even without a proper Bidaai. I would be all over the news right now. The company stocks must be dropping every second.
What must Papa be thinking of me from above the heavens? That what a disgrace his Princess turned out to be?

I put Zayaan in a spot and forced him to marry me while he hates me. What now? I touched my lips that were still a bit swollen by his harsh kiss.

This....is my revenge.

Tears found thier way out again as I cried and wailed in my henna smelling hands as my voice echoed throughout the room.

What have I done?!

I sank on the bed mentally and physically exhausted....and soon my fatigue turned into a deep slumber.

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Zayaan's POV,
I fisted his hair in my hand yanking it back to make him look up at me as he hissed in agony. Tied up on the chair he was hardly holding on staying conscious. My men had done a good job of rearranging his face but that wasn't enough.

"My guys had quite the fun with you till I got here huh?" I chuckled.

"Fuck..u!" His voice hardly came out. I gripped his chin.
"You won't be able to curse if I cut of your tongue and feed it to the crows."

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I signalled Raghav to throw the bucket of water on him as I stepped back. I wanted him awake so that he could feel every ounce of pain. As the water splashed him he sort of spasmed and spit out the water mixed with blood.
Even after that he was laughing like a psycho he was.

"Yep, he's a gone case bhai!" Raghav said shaking his head.

"I'll take it from here." I said rather amused. I was going to enjoy this.

"Sure, but make it a fun show. It's been soo boring since Raka's show." Asad smirked.

"Now tell me, where is that asshole father of yours." I questioned him resting my arms on either side of him on the chair, towering over him.

He rested his head back catching his breath looking back in my eyes with a smug expression.
"Where's my bride?"

My jaw clenched and I resisted the urge to snap his neck.
"She's my wife now!" I grunted.

"Oh...man! Too bad. If.... I knew I would die like this.... atleast I'd made sure I got that pussy of hers." He said.

I punched him right across his jaw.

"He's just provoking you Bhai. Don't fall for it. If we kill him now it will be all over." Asad reminded me.

He chuckled.
"I did tell her I won't touch her till she accepts me completely, but after we got married, who the fuck would find out what I did to her. Whether I kept her like a princess or my fucking whore."
I gripped his neck in a tight hold as his darned words were making me loose my mind.
I could hear my men cursing and grunting too.

"Like a beast.... I... would have d... devoured her.... Ravishing her day and...night..." He was still talking while being choked, fucking dick!

I knew he was stalling me for my main question. My grip tightened.

"She thought.... I was the perfect guy...and man! It was soo hard to resist those perky... breasts and tight ass....just looking at her awakens...all your carnal desires huh...." he was grinning.

"Bhai! Just let me kill him. How dare he say such bullshit about my Goddess?!" Raghav roared advancing towards him but Uddhav pulled him back.

"Calm down tiger. Do you want to give that bastard such an easy death?" He told him.

I let go of his neck as I let him cough his lungs out.
"Not so fast Raghav. Don't worry, he will die, but not soo easily...." I promised as my rage kindled more and more. I snapped my finger at Wafeeq to hand me his dagger.

I stabbed the blade on his thigh at the same place I'd shot him as he growled in pain panting to compose himself as if I'd let him. I twisted the dagger as his scream echoed throughout the window less basement.

I left it there and fisted his hair again.
"Where is Dilshad?!"

He chuckled
"Is that... all you've got... Zayaan Hashmi? I'd heard you were quit promising."

I smirked.
"That I am. Worry not, I haven't even started yet."

I pushed his head and stepped back.
"Daniel, his right leg first." I called the overly tall buff guy as he walked in chuckling darkly with excitement swinging his axe. That scum looked at him horrified pulling at his restraints.

"No....NO!"

And in one strike the blade of his axe chopped off his leg from below his knee as his unbearably loud scream deafned our ears.

Blood oozed out like a running tap spoiling my branded shoes. Fuck!

He growled and grunted but I wasn't that surprised that he still didn't break.

"How does it feel to be crippled yourself? Imagine the agony and fear of the innocent children you inflicted this pain on you rotten scum." I grunted.

He was still laughing.
"This....is nothing. I've done....worst. I wonder how.... Inarah would
..enjoy this ....pain." he said painting.
My hand clenched in a fist and I stabbed the dagger at the back of his hand as it went through it sticking in the wooden armrest hearing him scream again.

"I...was going....to....cut off her.... beautiful arms from her... shoulders, and her legs from....her waist.... leaving her ....like a doll on ....my bed...and then fuck her...so hard....then, when I was....bored of her, bury her....in my backyard...like all those ... failed children...that died.... during the...s... surgery...." He chuckled with his flickering strength.

My blood fumed in my veins and I'd had enough of his fucking bullshit.
"You fucking bastard...son of a bitch. You dare say such vile shit about my Inarah! I'll fucking chop you to pieces!!! but before that....grab his head!" I growled the order and Rajiv held his face in place from behind pulling opening his jaw. I charged on him and pulling his tongue out slit it off his throat as he choked on his own blood and pain.

"Damnit Zayaan!" Asad yelled pulling me off of him as I was just about to shut that scum's chapter.

"We needed him to talk! How could you cut off his tongue damnit?!"

"He wasn't going to talk anyways." I said seeing him finally pass out and calming my raging breath. I threw the disgusting lump of flesh on the blood covered floor along with the knife, his filthy blood covering my clothes, hands and shoes.

"Chop off his remaining limbs and make sure he stays alive and awake when you do so. Then throw his body in the dump. Word will reach Dilshad that his bastard son is dead and he would try to get his bodyparts. We'll catch him then. If he still doesn't give a shit about him and doesn't show up.... I'll drag him out myself even from the depts of hell to throw him there again." I announced.

"Yes Bhai." The men answered.
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Asad sighed messing his hair frustrated.
"Alright fine. Now aren't you forgetting something?"

I looked at him.

"You just got married a few hours ago. Your wife is all alone in your room." He said and my heart skipped making me remember our nikah and....the kiss.
Fuck!
I looked down on the blood covering me. I am really a beast huh? The way I kissed her like a hungry wolf in front of all those people. She must really hate me.

"It's better if I leave her alone." I said almost to myself than to him

"No woman would like to be alone on her wedding night bhai." Uddhav walked towards me and said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"And do you think she'd be fine after going through all that she did today? Isn't it traumatizing for an innocent girl like Inarah?" Asad said and my eyes widened as realisation hit me.

"Go clean up in the first floor bathroom and go to her." Asad hit my back.

I clenched my jaw and made my way to the private lift.

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When I entered my room, my heart clenched as I saw her squirming in her sleep moaning and sobbing. She was having her nightmares again. It was way past midnight now. I closed the door behind me and carefully got on the bed gently pulling her in my arms, holding her tight. She physically relaxed in a moment. Her face was strained with dry tears and she was still wearing her wedding dress and make-up. She must be soo tired and she hadn't eaten anything either. Her dress and jewellery was heavier then her own fragile body weight. How the hell was she even handling it?

A smile came on my lips as I remembered the first moment I saw her in this dress today. She looked like an angel descending down the stairs of heaven. She'd never looked so beautiful.... breathtaking. I couldn't take my eyes of her and I was awestruck, forgetting completely of my surroundings, my purpose....my entire being for a long time until Asad pushed me into reality.

The fact that she was going to be someone else's was killing me and when she asked me to marry her.... I was scared and extremely happy at the same time. When I said those words, my heart was ready to jump out...Qubool hai....my heart had already accepted her since the moment I set my eyes on her even as a kid. She became my fairy, my angel, my heart, my soul my everything! I'd given myself to her a long time ago. Lost my heart and soul to her.
But...the way I kissed her! I shouldn't have done that. I'd gone crazy. Like an animal...shit! She was soo startled. Why the hell did I even do such a vile thing? Guess my possessiveness overpowered all my senses at that moment.
She was mine....ONLY MINE! I wanted the whole world to know that. How dare they try to take her away from me?!

I carased her angelic face with my knuckles feeling thier softness and I gently proceeded to shower feathery kisses on her forehead, eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and her lips. I bit my lip hard and clenched my fist to stop myself from going further. With the knowledge that she's mine now and I'm hers, body and soul, new desires were raising in me that I'd always been afraid of.

Tonight....also happened to be our Wedding night.

If only the circumstances were different, I'd have showered all my love on her all night making her mine, worshiping her body. My heart raced and my breath too just at that thought.

I closed my eyes and calmed myself and held her close as I gazed at her lovingly.

My Inarah....my Wife.

Flashback
In the lift.....
"I'm sorry... for... forcing you to marry... me. I'm sorry you're ....stuck with me." She said gasping between her words.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest at her words and forgetting everything I stepped forward to hold her in my arms, tell her how much I love her....but the doors opened.

Inarah's POV,
I woke up to a throbbing pain throughout my head and flickered my eyes open.

Huh? Why is my room so small all of a sudden? what's with the colour and the mattress is a bit hard too.

Then I remembered...this isn't my room. Last night's memory came rushing to me in a second and my eyes pricked. I slowly turned to my side as my head spined and managed to sit up. I felt lighter. After a minute I found my composure and took a second to observe myself.
I gasped as all my diamond and gold jewellery and even my ghaghara and chunari weren't on me. I looked around frantically and heaved a sigh of relief when I found them at the side table neatly folded and my jewelry kept properly in a jewelry box.
I was just in my blouse and the leggings I was already wearing inside. Even my hair was open free of all the clips, pins and flowers.

Did he do that? But when? And why didn't I wake up. Was I that exhausted?

I got off my bed and found my bag that was packed for my Bidaai near the foot of the bed along with a packet of a new toothbrush and toothpaste. The brands that I use. A smile found it's way on my lips, he even remembers that.

I made my way to the washroom.

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I choose to wear a red saree.... initiating my first day as a married woman....to impress

My Zayaan....my Husband.

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