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"How are you, Bhabhi?"

Seeing that sinful man sitting with my in-laws and smiling at me, making me want to take his tongue out and cut it then stab both of his eyes. Oh, let's not forget his hands too, with which he played with my sister.

I suppressed the bubbling in my heart and clenched my fists tightly. But with a smile after remembering what those men did to him, I greeted everyone then went to the kitchen to help Tai Amma. By the time we both set the table, Zeeshan also arrived and was talking to Mazhar.

But if one could see more clearly, they would notice that Zeeshan wasn't talking to him like before. There was like a distance between them which was kind of good news for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what more lies Mazhar fed my husband.

"Have you filed a complaint against those robbers?" Tai Amma asked Mazhar in concern while serving him breakfast.

I did my best by putting a confused look and a small frown on my forehead while taking a seat beside Zeeshan and putting parathas on his plate, a rare type of good treatment my donkey husband was getting from me. Seeing the slight flustered reaction from Zeeshan made my heart itch to tease him more.

"I have but due to having no evidence, police can't do anything," Mazhar answered with anger in his voice and his voice came out forcefully.

I held myself from gloating at his misery openly and silently had my breakfast. Alas being an actor is so difficult, I didn't know how those on tv do acting.

"What did they take?" Zeeshan asked him.

"Money and phone. I have blocked my phone so the only useful thing for them is money," He answered with a sigh.

Oh, and what he didn't add was his izzat (honor) too, that they recorded then sent it to me. I narrowed my eyes feeling delighted and enjoyed my breakfast.

After breakfast and cleaning the table, I went straight to our bedroom. As I entered, I found my phone constantly ringing. It was from Shanze, making my heart stirred.

"Appi! I.. He.. I told him everything."

I was stunned momentarily at her stuttered statement and felt my hands cold.

"W-who?" I asked her in a small whisper with my heartbeat slowing down.

"Hasan."

Her voice was so small and almost inaudible. If not for me holding my breath to hear, I might miss it.

I closed my eyes for a minute and tried to digest her confession. So Hasan knew now.

"He knows about some hacking so.. I..."

She began to cry, making me think of many worst scenarios. I knew Hasan would never sell us out in front of our whole family but her cries were scaring me.

"He what, Mahira?"

"He hung up the call and isn't answering now."

She hiccuped between her replies.

"Don't worry I'll see what he's up to and don't even worry about Mazhar. I'll have everything under wrap and he'll never touch a single strand of your hair ever again. This is my promise to you, Shanze," I told her with surety in my voice as I neared the window and glanced down coldly at that wretched man sitting in the lawn.

"But what about Hasan?"

"Leave it to me. I'll talk to him. You just focus on your health. Both mental and physical," I told her softly then made sure she was relaxed before ending the call.

Then I called Hasan on WhatsApp and waited for him to pick. I bit my nails anxiously and paced here and there. My heart beat was at peak as each ring was sending ripples of more anxiety in my heart.

When he didn't attend the call, I clicked on the voice call again and put the phone against my ear. Just when my anxious patience level was ending, he finally answered.

"Hasan–"

I sounded in relief but before I continued, the phone from my hand slipped. For a moment, I was stunned not understanding what happened. But soon my world revolved and I was in bed with heavy weight on my body.

I blinked a few times and breathed hardly as I raised my eyes and looked at the weight on me. In a second everything clicked as the realization drew on me that my phone was taken away from my hand, cut the call, switched off the phone, throwing it at some corner then two hands on each arm threw me on the bed.

With wide eyes, I stared at him in disbelief and fear. Seeing the seething anger in Zeeshan's eyes, my heart trembled in fear. My chest heaved with so many overwhelming emotions but mostly fear enveloped me. I was caged between his arms and the soft mattress on my back.

"This is the last time I am telling you, you better not take any man's from this mouth," His voice held a warning as he narrowed his at me.

At the end, his eyes lingered to my lips for a second before he looked back into my eyes with a glare. I gulped nervously and took a deep breath through my nose.

"It wasn't another man. It was Hasan," I tried to tell him in a calm voice but it got smaller as the fire in his eyes erupted.

"O-oh-ok. What about my father?" I asked him slowly as his facial expressions stiffened with sternness.

"Exception," He answered curtly.

His eyes weren't looking away from me but were making me nervous and many other unfamiliar emotions.

"Your father?" I asked him again, slowly moving my hands and putting them on his firm chest.

"Exception," He took a sharp breath while answering but held my eyes.

"Then why can't Has–"

Before I completed this tense, he pressed his lips on mine forcefully. His lips moved so clumsily and fast that I couldn't breath and felt a little pain on my lips. My mind blanked as I fisted his shirt and arched my back a little.

His hand trailed on the side of my body, making me shudder. As I moved my lips along with his, trying to match the rhythm subconsciously, his hand slipped inside my kameez, trying to unhook my bra. When it didn't unhook from him, he pulled it, making it tear with a loud noise.

"You.." I pulled away and shuttered breathlessly in disbelief.

"Don't worry. We'll buy a new one," His breathless deep hoarse voice sounded pleasantly in my ears as his lips moved below my lips.

His hand moved to the front of my chest and squeezed one of the curves like a sponge, earning a loud moan from me. It was so loud that I was startled from my own reaction and also from the reaction coming through between his legs. His lips were also doing magic on my neck, making me a moaning mess.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning with tears pooling in my eyes due to pleasure. This felt so unfamiliar but at the same time so pleasurable.

"Zee– Zeeshanhh," I was trying to call him but it came out as another moan.

His body paused momentarily but went into another aggressive attack on my lips and my both curves. There was also a weird sensation coming from where his legs were rubbing. I put my hands on his shoulders as panic set in me when his other hand moved on the band of trousers.

Right on cue, the bedroom door knocked, making him froze. I looked at him through my blurred peripheral vision as he moved his head away and looked towards the door.

"Who?" His deep and stable voice with some restrictions echoed in the room.

"Mazhar Sahab dropped something for you. Bari madam asked to take it from her," A servant's small muffled voice sounded unclearly in the room.

A second later he moved his head back towards me as I was gasping to catch my breath silently. He seemed to continue where he left but when our eyes met, he startled and quickly put the sheets to cover me.

He removed his body and strode towards the washroom, leaving me in a mess of aftermath. I couldn't fathom this feeling of how we were fighting with each other and now we both were on the bed a step or two away from completing our marriage. How we went from zero to hundred in a second and that was exactly what made me panic.

I rubbed my face and looked up at the ceiling. I knew this would happen someday but so soon.. I wasn't even mentally prepared for this. After calming myself down, I moved from the bed and quietly cleared the mess we created in few minutes then went to the wardrobe and had an urge to take a bath myself, a cold one.

I wrapped the dupatta around my shoulders to hide the opened bra inside my kameez and went to the washroom in the guest room with new fresh clothes. I wrapped my hair tightly with a clip and removed my clothes. When it came to my undergarments, I felt the heat on my cheeks as I stared at them embarrassedly. I quickly washed my body and changed into new clothes.

That donkey man ate my whole lipstick from my lips like a dog. There wasn't even any mark left on either side of my lips.

Donkey.

Dog.

Horse.

After spending more than half an hour in the guest room, I opened the door of the guest room, tip-toed out, then made my way to our bedroom. I peeked inside and when saw no one inside, quickly entered and put my ears against the washroom door.

Hearing no sound from inside but a shuffle from the wardrobe, I dashed inside the washroom and locked myself in. Exhaling in relief, I washed my embarrassing undergarments through hands and put them aside to dry.

When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my cheeks were tainted with shades of pink hues and my eyes held a strange spark in them that was mixed with shyness. And further down on the neck, there were visible bright red marks left by him causing my breath to hitch.

I shook my head to get out of this another embarrassing trance and opened my hair. With a quick hand, I restyled my hair and redid my makeup, perfectly hiding all the marks beneath my foundation.

While I was descending the stairs, Taiama's eyes seemingly paused at my outfit then moved her eyes to Zeeshan who also had changed into another outfit and standing aside, attending a call. Then something flashed in her eyes as a realization which made her smile.

Belatedly I realized what made her smile and I instantly screamed in my head.

'No. No. Taiama. I am still innocent. For God sake don't look at me like this.'

I cried in my head and moved my eyes towards Zeeshan who also noticed his mother's weird smile. I pressed my lips tightly and stabbed him several times in my head.

"Shanze, mere bache. Eat fruits. It's good for health and strength," She handed me the fruit and told me as I took a bite of it.

Her last word instantly made me choke. A rough macular hand patted my back gently and handed me a glass of water. I took the glass and drank while glaring at the root of the problem man who was also clearly flustered by his mother's words.

"Oh my. You ok, beta? If not, go and take some rest. Oh and if there's any discomfort you can share it with me. I have some medicine," Taiama said gently, taking my hand and patting it.

I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized how open-minded my Taiama was.

"Mom!" Zeeshan called her, sounding equally embarrassing.

"What, mom! I am just worried about her. That's all," Taiama replied nonchalantly and waved her hand, glaring at him.

I lowered my eyes, feeling embarrassment for the nth time. This day was clearly marked for me as nine hundred and ninety nine ways of embarrassing Shanze.

How I spent the whole day with his mother, only I knew. As much as I was loving her care and worry for me, I was also feeling embarrassed during lunch and dinner.

After dinner when we both entered our bedroom, I glared at him and stood in front of him with my hand extended. He looked confused for a moment as he stared at my hand then looked into my eyes.

"My phone that you broke in the morning?" I asked him with a tight smile, controlling my inner anger that bubbled inside the whole day.

First that strange encounter between both of us after he broke my phone, then his mother giving us a knowing smile and making me rest, and now seeing his face again. Oh and let's not forget his best friend, the one who was hell bent on ruining my sister.

"It's broken. You are not getting any new phone soon," He told me with a raised of his corner of lips, making me boil in anger.

"Oh really. Then wait, I'll tell Taiama about you," I pointed my finger at him then turned around to go out of the room.

But he held my arm, turning me around and looking into my eyes with a frost gaze.

"Don't think of telling my mother about anything," His face neared as he warned me back.

"Or else what?" I asked him back, trying to sound as strong as I could.

But this closeness was making me nervous and feeling so many emotions that I didn't want to feel. In response he raised his brow and narrowed the distance between us.

"Or else the same thing happens as in the early morning and instead of stopping, it may continue."

Hearing his answer, my breath hitched and I gulped while trying to step back but my back that was on my back was still held by him.

"What? Scared now?" He tilted his head and asked with a smirk.

The dark mischievous was dancing in his eyes telling how well he was enjoying teasing me. There were only four fingers distance between us, making each of us feel each other's breath. I bit the inner corners of my lips as his eyes flickered to my lips.

My heartbeat sounded so loud in my ears with butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The sudden change of air around us was making me heat up.

Suddenly, the door knocked, saving me from repeating the same scenario of the morning. I pushed him with my other hand and quickly ran to open the door, without giving him a chance of straightening himself.

I opened the door and revealed a servant standing here. She was holding something and handing it to me.

"Zeeshan baba's friend left this in the morning. Bari madam said to hand this over to him."

I looked down at the forgotten USB with my heart suddenly hanging in the air. My hands trembled as I held and thought of what he had put inside. What if...

It was taken from my hands before I could reach a list of things. I turned around abruptly and looked with wide eyes at Zeeshan standing behind me.

"Ok. You can go," He told the servant while looking at me.

I curled my toes in panic as he closed the door behind me and bent down a little to my eye level.

"So what is it? And why are you panicking like he sent me some of your secrets?" He asked me, waving the USB in front of my eyes.

"Who said I am panicking? And I have no secret, Ok. And how do I know what's inside?" I asked him back, straightening up and putting my fear and panic behind.

He raised his eyebrow at me then turned around. I followed his actions through my eyes as he moved to pick his laptop, sat on the couch then attached the USB. With a heavy heart, I moved near him and stood aside, looking at the laptop screen that was loading.

"What now? You agree it is one of your dirty secrets?" He asked with smug in his voice as he teased me.

I fisted my hands on either side and told myself to control. Murder is prohibited. Murder is prohibited. Murder is prohibited. Just smile and kill him in your imagination only.

"Yes, I agreed but not on my dirty secrets but yours. What if he gave you some illegal and dirty videos? Tch! Can't even believe a man," I clicked my tongue in disdain and gave him side eyes.

If one was allowed, it would be him dying by my hands.

He narrowed his eyes at me with anger clear on his face and was about to say something to me when his laptop was done loading. He grumbled under his breath and turned his attention back to his laptop.

I bit my lower lip as he opened the file. It was filled with many videos, no thumbnail, only black covers on all of them. It was like my heart was stuck in my throat and my breath stopped.

What if that disgusting excuse of the man sent Mahira's pictures and videos...

He opened the first video and the whole room filled with the sounds of loud moaning, making me gasp in shock.

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