They didn't do it. I think I am torturing both readers and SNZ.

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Zain was back.

Saman Shah visited her mother for some reason. 

The pieces of puzzle fit together.

Was I stupid to love you? You were never on my side.

Shahnawaz Shah betrayed me twice.

Fool me once, you will see me cry. Fool me twice. Now you will never see me cry.

She witnessed the two brothers hugging each other, the smile on Shahnawaz’s face relieved... through the window as he brought her to the house. In her presence.

Shahnawaz Shah was starting a war. Mehru clenched her fist, feeling the intense feelings, making her hands tremble.

She closed her eyes, letting one tear trail down her eyes, and held the window sill,  taking a deep breath. She could see her reflection through the window.

Stupid...

You were fooled twice.

Cleaning the house for your brother's killer

If she had known earlier, she would be sharpening the knives. Zayn Shah, the spoilt brat, was patting his brother's back.

Happy. Free. Alive.

Unlike her brother, who was dead. 

Because of this man. Mehrunisa picked up her phone and dialled a number, and asked a single question.

"Why mother?"

Zeeshan got nothing in his death.

Her mother was quiet. Then she spoke up, "I saw how happy you were with Shahnawaz, I wanted you to move on. Firse Rafay waali galti na dahrau beta"

She controlled a sob from escaping, "Mother Zeeshan's killer is alive. They are celebrating his return, he was let off for killing Zeeshan."

"Mehru Un Nissa, maaf kardo unko.."

She held the phone tightly as she heard Saman's excited voice from outside, "I can’t."

One mother had to sacrifice her son, while the other welcomed hers back.

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Mehru Un Nisa Shahnawaz was her name, the woman who would set him on the right path. He manipulated her, lied to her, and played her.

He was the perfect politician, but she didn’t want to be his perfect victim. 

With fierce steps, she walked to the hall, there they stood. Her lying husband, his killer brother and their puppeteer, Saman Shah were all gathered.

"Mubarak ho!" She surprised them with a smile, Saman Shah who was hugging her son froze. Everyone froze.

There was pin drop silence. 

Awkward silence. As Zain turned and looked straight in her eyes.

"Azaadi mubarak ho", she said, with a smile, she was terrifying him.

She advanced towards them like a lioness.

She had nothing to lose.

While they had everything to lose.

Their reputation. 

Their political career.

And their peaceful lives.

"Kya hua? Sab chup kyun, hai?" She slowly glanced at Saman, then Zain and finally Shahnawaz.

Raising her eyebrows at him, "Itni mehnat aur qurbaaniyon ke baad tumhara bhai wapas aaya hai aur tum log maatam bana rahey ho".

She walked towards her husband, determined as he warned her, not to make any trouble.

And softly held his hand, her eyes sweet, her energy flirtacious.

"Apna phone dijiyega please", she said sweetly, sweet like honey, sharp as a dagger. As he breathed out.

"Kyun?" He asked, meeting her eyes, trying to read her.

She wasn’t sad. She was acting so weird.

"You are reuniting with your brother, this calls for a picture,", then she turned to Saman Shah, "What do you say?"

Saman’s hesitation was visible. She didn’t know whether to play along or step carefully. She glanced at Shahnawaz, her lips pursed as if weighing her words.

“Picture? Kis liye?” Saman finally managed to say, her voice sounding slightly strained, as if he were trying to mask the tension.

Mehrunisa tilted her head slightly, the cool edge to her smile never leaving her face. “Records ke liye” she said smoothly, her tone laced with double meaning. “Takey aagey jaakar aap apni nasl, Zain, mere aur Shah ko bacchon ko dikha sakey, ke ye dekha tumhare Abba iss din jail se chutey they. Aisi tasveerin roz thodi kheechi jaati hai, haina Shahnawaz."

Mere aur Shah ke bacche.

Shahnawaz was still processing those words imagining a cute little girl like Mehrunisa. What would they name her?

But then he registered rest of her words, and his eyes glared at her to shut her down.

She could feel Shahnawaz’s eyes on her, the subtle discomfort emanating from him. His jaw tightened, but Mehrunisa was enjoying this. It was her time to turn the tables, to make them feel as unsettled as she had felt all this time.

“Arrey sharmaye na, chaley, say cheese” she continued, her voice almost teasing now. "Shahnawaz thoda toh muskurao.”

Zain shifted uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard by her strange behavior. He wasn’t used to Mehrunisa being so... unnervingly composed. He had expected confrontation, anger—perhaps even tears- but not this controlled calm, not this cutting, playful mockery.

Saman, Shahnawaz, and Zain remained silent. The tension in the air was almost palpable. Mehrunisa stood tall, knowing that she had just thrown a bomb into their carefully constructed world.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, the ringtone loud in the silence. Without a second thought, she checked it, then glanced at them one last time, her expression unreadable.

“I think I’ll take that picture now,” she said softly, voice almost detached. “Ye tasveer mai sochrahi hu ek frame karenge, aur hall mai lagayenge.”

One on the wall and another for the future mewspapers, when the truth would be out.

Fuck this family.

She turned and walked out, her heels clicking against the floor as the three stood, each unsure of how to proceed. S

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Her hair was tied up in a bun, as she wore her spectacles leaning on the study table. Constructing a plan.

When her phone rung again.

Rafay...

Why was he calling her? She wondered. 

"Hello.. what happened?"

"Mehrunisa", he whispered her name softly, he missed her.
He committed a big mistake. He knew that he had always loved her, and he couldn’t move on from her.

"Ji Mehrunisa Shahnawaz hu mai, aagey bolo Rafay", she emphasised her surname, reminding him incase this was going to be those regretful sad calls.

"I... am sorry."

"I have already forgiven you. Abhi ye bolne ka matlab kya hai."

"Maine bohot galat kiya tha tumharey saath..."

Mehrunissa clutched her head, covering her face, "Rafay mere paas time nahi hai abhi... Zain Shah azaad hogya hai, Ammi ne maafi naame par dastakhat kardi."

Rafay didn’t speak for a while.

"Mehru, mai tumhari madad karsakta hu."

Mehrunisa denied instantly, "Rafay if you are thinking this is your way of reconciliation, then let me tell you, you are wrong."

Rafay laughed softly, this was the woman he had loved, "Mai jaanta hu Mehrunisa, mai koi ahsan nahi kar raha tumpar, bas meri galtiyan sudharna chahta hu. Khudke liye karna chahta hu ye mai... aunty ke liye."

The door opened, and Shahnawaz entered the room.

Mehrunisa quickly cut the call, "Rafay mai tumse baadme baat karti hu."

Shahnawaz who entered the room to apologize heard that name. And his blood boiled. She was talking to her ex.

He remembered him fixing her gajra, his gooey eyes that he made at her constantly during the wedding function.

"Kisse baat kar ri ho?" He slowly entered the room, his disheveled hair catching her eyes.

Shahnawaz would run his hands through his hair constantly, whenever he was nervous.

But she could see in his eyes that he wasn't anymore.

"Rafay se."

She said meeting his eyes, he hummed, "Sharam nahi aati?"

She smirked, walking towards him slowly, her eyes never leaving his. As his honeyed eyes watched how the white suit softly hugged her figures. He was angry, frustrated.

This primal urge within him was pushing him, as she leaned down near his ears and whispered, her voice tickling his ears, "Kuch galat kiya kya maine?"

Her eyes innocently fluttered at him, as she mocked him. Why was she so deliciously outrageous? Her words always felt like daggers wrapped in silk. She would turn him on with her seductive looks and instantly

Shahnawaz clenched his fists, the storm within him barely contained.

"Galat?" he repeated, his voice low, almost guttural. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a dangerous intensity. "Tum Rafay se baat kar rahi ho aur mujhse pooch rahi ho ke galat kya kiya?"

She tilted her head, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Shahnawaz Shah, mere galat aur sahi ka faisla karne ka haq aapko kisne diya?" Her tone was calm, but her words were laced with venom.

He took a step closer, the space between them shrinking. "Main tumhara shauhar hoon, Mehrunisa. Ye haq mujhe mila hai."

"Shauhar?" she laughed softly, the sound cold and biting. "Shauhar.. ek second ",  her laugh hollow almost painful, "mere shauhar? Mai toh bhul gayi thi Shahnawaz. Rafay se baat karneka ek toh faida hua, tumhe yaad aagya ke tum mere shauhar ho!"

Her words were like gasoline to his already burning rage. She was challenging him, daring him to react. He took a step closer, towering over her, his presence overwhelming, but she didn’t flinch.

"Yaad hai mujhe", he hissed, "Aur Mehru uski biwi hai, woh tumhara istemal kar raha hai, dil tod dega woh tumhara."

This was the man who had once pieced back the shattered remnants of her heart.

She chuckled softly, the sound infuriating him further. "Dil todne ka shauq toh tumhara hai."

Before he could respond, she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "Aur agar tumhe sharam ka itna hi khayal hai, toh apni nazarien sambhal kar rakho, Shahnawaz Shah. Mujh par mat tikao. Barbaad hojaogey."

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The next morning, Shahnawaz woke to the sound of Mehru getting ready. His eyes fluttered open to find her standing by the mirror, her hair tied back loosely, her face glowing in the morning light. She looked ethereal, the kind of beauty that could bring a man to his knees.

He sat up, his voice hoarse from the night before. “Acchi lag rahi ho.”

Mehru glanced at him through the mirror, her expression indifferent. “Sheesha hai... mujhe dikh raha hai.”

As she turned to leave, Shahnawaz caught her wrist, pulling her back gently but firmly. His voice softened, almost pleading. “Mehru, gussa thuk do…”

She paused, considering his words for a moment. Her lips pursed, and then she tilted her head, her tone sharp as a blade. “Kiske mooh par Shah?”

She would use his surname to remind herself that he was Zain Shah's brother... to create distance. Shah was almost a swear word for her, as it would be laced with utmost disgust as she uttered it. 

Shahnawaz’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding audibly. “Woh mera bhai hai,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “Aur tum meri biwi. Muqabla mat karo, Mehru. Haar jaogi.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled her wrist free with a sharp tug. Her voice was a venomous whisper as she spat, “Muqabla kare mere paon ki jooti.”

She spun on her heel, her hair whipping across his face as she stormed out, leaving him standing there, seething, yet helpless.

___

The sun dipped low in the sky as Rafay’s car slowed down, the gravel crunching softly under the tires. Mehrunisa glanced out of the window, her brow furrowing. It wasn’t a place she recognized- a sprawling park with vibrant greenery and neat rows of organic farms stretched ahead.

“Yahan kyun laaye ho mujhe?” she asked sharply, her tone colder than the breeze that carried the scent of fresh soil.

Rafay turned off the engine and stepped out, walking around to open her door. “Yeh jagah bohot soch kar chuni hai maine,” he said softly, his eyes unreadable. “Tumhare liye.”

She hesitated for a moment before stepping out, her heels clicking against the stone path. The serenity of the surroundings felt almost mocking in contrast to the chaos swirling inside her.

"Rafay, mere ghar ke garden isse zyada khoobsurat hain," she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. Did he really think this would impress her? That taking her to a park was all it took to win her over?

Rafay was an idiot.

And yet... her thoughts twisted painfully. Was this how he saw her? Amal was to Shahnawaz what she was to Rafay—the one that got away. Rafay didn’t care about Urooj... just like Shahnawaz didn’t care about her.

You are just a toy to me.

The words echoed bitterly in her mind. Yes, she was. Nothing more.

“You deserved a better man,” Rafay whispered, his voice startling her. He was too close now, and she instinctively stepped back.

Her gaze swept across the beautiful farm, her hands brushing against the soft leaves. At least here, amidst the tranquility, she didn’t have to look at him. “Indeed,” she murmured, her tone distant, as if addressing the landscape rather than him.

She turned to him then, her eyes locking with his, their sharpness cutting through the air between them. For a moment, he thought she would confess something, maybe offer a truce. But her lips curled into a faint, derisive smile.

“But you aren’t that better man,” she said simply, each word landing like a blow.

His shoulders sagged under the weight of her rejection, but he didn’t flinch. “I wish I was,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a regret that she neither needed nor wanted.

Mehrunisa didn’t respond. She turned away, her fingers brushing against another leaf as she walked further into the greenery, leaving him standing in her shadow.

“Rafay, mere paas waqt nahi hai yahan tamasha dekhne ka,” she said impatiently, crossing her arms. “Jo kehna hai, seedha bolo.”

He led her to a wooden bench near a cluster of blooming flowers, the vibrant reds and yellows stark against the deep green foliage. Sitting down, he gestured for her to join him. She hesitated but relented, keeping a careful distance between them.

“Mehrunisa,” he began, his voice heavy with emotion. “Tumhare saath maine kiya... mujhe uska pachtawa hai mujhe roz hota hai. Har din.”

She scoffed, turning to face him with a sharp glare, her arms still folded tightly across her chest. “Pachtawa?” she repeated, her voice laced with bitterness. “Rafay, tumhare pachtawa ka mujhe kya karna hai? Zeeshan ka qatil jail se bahar hai, aur tum yahaan mujhe flowers aur pachtawa dikhane laaye ho?”

Her words hit him like a slap, but he didn’t flinch. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Tumhe yeh sab samajhne ke liye laaye hoon, Mehrunisa,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm brewing in his chest. “Tumhare gharwalon ko kaise daraaya gaya... tumhare saath kya khel khela gaya. Tum deserve karti ho sach janna.”

She leaned back, her eyes narrowing as suspicion clouded her features. “Khel? Kaisa khel?”

Rafay hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. Finally, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and spoke in a hushed voice. “Saman Shah ne tumhari ammi ko emotionally blackmail kiya tha. Tumhari ammi ko majboor kiya gaya tha maafi ka kagaz sign karne ke liye.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her face emotionless, refusing to let him see her crumble. “Aur tumhe yeh sab kyun pata hai?” she asked, her tone icy.

“Kyunki Maa aur Bete dono ne khel khela tha,” Rafay admitted, his jaw tightening. “Shahnawaz Shah ne chal chali thi hum dono ko durr karne k liye... woh Saman Shah ki katt putli hai...  Saman Shah ke peeche ek poori strategy hoti hai, Mehrunisa. Tumhare saath jo hua, woh uska ek hissa tha. Unhone tumhare saath ek lamba khel khela... aur tumhare bhai ke qatil ko jail se chhudwa diya.”

"Shahnawaz ne kya kiya? Rafay mangni tumhe todni thi kyuki tumhe mujhpar bharosa nhi tha."

He lies, knowing he can throw dirt at Shahnawaz Shah, "Nahi, usne mujhe dhamkaya tha, ki agar maine ye mangni nahi todi toh uska nateeja accha nahi hoga. Gunde bhej diye they".

Mehrunisa paused, the doubt creeping in for a moment as Rafay’s words sank in. But then, she saw his puppy eyes, and the fleeting softness faded. This man- weak, desperate - would never have been able to help her. He wasn’t strong enough.

Shahnawaz was cold, calculating, a man who played the game better than anyone. He was a grade A kamina politician, ruthless and strategic. He was the one who could manipulate the truth to his advantage, not Rafay. Rafay was an idiot, too easy to manipulate.

With a sharp breath, she snapped, “Maazi ki baatein discuss karne mai kuch nahi likha hai.”

It was over. She had learned to trust only herself.

Rafay leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Woh log sirf ek cheez se darte hain - ek doosre se. Tumhe yeh jang jeetni padegi, aur woh dono bhai... ko ek doosre ke khilaf khade honge.”

Her gaze lingered on him, calculating. “Toh tumhara plan kya hai?”

He leaned back, his lips curving into a slight smirk. “Saman ke khaas bande ko kharid lo. Aur Shahnawaz aur Zain ke beech aisi misunderstanding paida karo jo dono bhai ko ek dusre ka jaani dushman banjaye.”

She listened to him and his plans, finally realising Rafay wasn't an idiot after all. If only he had helped her before...

___

Mehrunisa stepped back, her eyes never leaving Saman Shah’s face as she took the gold necklace in her hand and tossed it aside, her voice sharp. “Aapka paaltu nahi banna mujhe,” she said, her tone dismissive. “Apne beto ko pehnadein. Zain ko toh haar ke bajaye sone ka patta baandh dein, kam se kam kaabu mein toh aayega.”

Saman Shah’s expression turned dark, the anger flaring in her eyes. “Shahnawaz ko kehti hoon, saara guroor tod kar rakh dega mera beta. Tumhe dakhey maar ke nikal dega iss ghar se,” she hissed, her fingers gripping the necklace tightly.

She slowly bent down to Shahnawaz mother’s height loving the height difference.

“Mere paas khone ke liye kuch nahi hai,” she began, her voice icy, betraying no hint of hesitation. “Lekin jiss din mera mu khola, ab sab ki kaali kartootey duniya ke saamne aajayengi. Salami ke bajaye gaali khaayenge,” she continued, the words coming out sharper than she intended. She saw Saman Shah’s eyes narrow and clenched her jaw. It didn’t matter. The truth needed to be known.

“Zyada bano mat,” she said, her voice still dripping with disdain. “Kuch nahi hai tumhare paas. Na baap, na bhai, na shauhar. Aur jis naam par tum fudak rahi ho, woh bhi nahi rahega... Shahnawaz ko kehkar tumhe Talaq dilwaati hu,” she spat, her words biting.

“Mehrunisa Shahnawaz Shah hu mai,” she said, emphasizing her name with venom, each word an assertion of her identity. “Shah sunaye diya? Kya kahengi duniya aapko… ‘Zaalim saans ne bahu ko ghar se nikal diya' - 'Saman Shah, the mother of a killer’... Kya pata, aajkal kaise news ban rahi hai,” she added, feeling a dark satisfaction in her words.

She continued, pushing all thoughts of vulnerability away. “Aap Maa-Bete alag hi galatfehmi mein mubtala hain... Khair, nikalde ghar… aur dekhey apni political career ko,” She mimicked a ship sinking with her motion. “whoosh.. aise dubega,” she added, letting her words hang in the air as she began walking away.

She no longer cared.

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She made her way to her bedroom, exhaustion settling in her bones. As she opened the door, Shahnawaz’s voice drifted to her, soft and unguarded in a way she had never heard before.

“Amal, kyun pareshaan ho rahi ho? I’m here,” he murmured, his tone tender, almost soothing. “Sab theek ho gaya hai. Ammi is so happy, Amal. Everything feels like it’s back to how it was before... and my brother—he’s finally home.”

Mehrunisa froze in place, the name Amal hitting her like a thunderclap. The way he said it, with such gentleness and care, twisted something deep inside her. He spoke as if Amal was the center of his world, the solution to all his problems.

Her heart ached, tightening with every word he uttered. Ammi is so happy... my brother is home... everything is perfect again.

Perfect for him, maybe. For her, it was a cruel joke. How could he speak of happiness, of wholeness, when her life was still shattered beyond repair? She wanted to yell, to demand why he couldn’t see the wreckage his choices had left behind, but her pride held her tongue.

“Amal, trust me,” Shahnawaz continued, his voice lowering even further. “No matter what happens, I’ll make everything right. You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ve got this.”

The intimacy of his words felt like salt on an open wound. He spoke as if he was her protector, her anchor. Mehrunisa clenched her fists, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from reacting. Amal has his reassurance, his devotion. What do I have?

Her chest heaved as she stood there, invisible to him as he poured his heart into someone else. For a brief moment, she thought of confronting him, of throwing his words back at him, but what good would it do? He wouldn’t care. He’d only see her as a disruption in the perfect life he was so eager to rebuild.

Steeling herself, she walked past him without sparing him a glance, retreating to the bathroom. She shut the door quietly but leaned against it, her knees nearly giving out.

Amal... he says her name like she’s his whole world. And me? I’m just a shadow, a mistake he regrets but won’t admit.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes searching for a strength she wasn’t sure she had. “I’m the fault in their stars,” she whispered bitterly to herself. “The ruin in his perfect story.”

She changed into her night clothes, each movement slow and deliberate as if grounding herself in the routine. When she finally emerged, Shahnawaz was still on the phone, his voice steady, filled with warmth.

“Amal, stop worrying so much,” he said softly, pacing near the window. “I promise, it’s just a matter of time. Everything will fall into place. Trust me.”

She paused briefly, her heart aching at the contrast. He had never spoken to her like that. Never reassured her with such sincerity. Was I ever important to him? she wondered, shaking her head.

He glanced at her as she walked past, As Mehrunisa walked past him, Shahnawaz glanced at her and smirked, the phone still pressed to his ear. His voice turned deliberately soft, laced with exaggerated affection. “Yes, Amal… Amal, I love you.”

He said it loud enough for her to hear, but she didn’t flinch. Not a word escaped her lips, not even a glance in his direction. She moved with quiet dignity, her indifference cutting deeper than any retort could have.

The smirk faded slightly as he watched her disappear into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. For a moment, Shahnawaz stared at the door, his grip tightening on the phone. His jealousy simmered just beneath the surface. He’d seen Rafay earlier—how they’d talked, how Mehrunisa had looked at him. Was she testing me? he wondered bitterly.

Amal’s voice on the phone snapped him out of his thoughts, but he wasn’t listening anymore. He ended the call with a quick excuse and threw the phone on the bed. His mind was clouded, restless. He debated with himself, pacing near the bathroom door. She’s my wife, isn’t she? The thought circled in his mind like a mantra, his emotions spiraling from anger to frustration to something deeper, something more dangerous.

He hesitated, then finally peeked into the slightly ajar bathroom door. His breath hitched as he saw her.

There she stood, wrapped in a white towel that clung to her form, her arms and shoulders bare, droplets of water glistening on her skin. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back as she leaned forward slightly, drying it with a towel. The faint steam from her shower lingered in the air, curling around her like a veil.

For a moment, Shahnawaz couldn’t breathe. His chest tightened as he took in the sight of her- the sensual curve of her back, he wanted to trace it with his hands, the delicate movement of her fingers as she wrung out her hair. Her soft breasts under the towel were calling out to him. The soft glow of her damp skin against the light made his head spin. Her collarbones... and neck, he had seen it before but for some reason now he wanted to wrap his arms around her neck...

And bite her earlobes till she begged him to fuck her like she did in the car.

How did he let his feelings win over a painful erection?

She was talking to Rafay yesterday. Where did she go today?

His jealousy burned hotter now, mixing with something primal and raw. She’s mine, his mind growled, though he couldn’t voice it. The thought of Rafay being anywhere near her made his blood boil, but now, standing here, he was overwhelmed by his own emotions.

He wanted to slam her against the wall and take her hard, make her say his name, over and over again. As he fucked her hard. 

He could still remember how it felt- her lips trembling under his, her body responding to him despite the anger that burned between them. He cursed under his breath. She was in his head, in his blood, and now, with her so close and yet so unattainable, it was painful... physically.

It ached...

He imagined her hand, as she had teased, "Is it hard?"

It was.

Her towel slowly fell down as his breath hitched. Shahnawaz covered his mouth, holding in the gasp. This felt forbidden, like a crime. He was terrified yet aroused.

The tip of his shaft growing moist. 

Beghairati ki saari intaha par kardi aaj maine...

As Shahnawaz lingered near the ajar door, a thought struck him like a lightning bolt. What if she turned around?

He felt like his cock would explode... never before it had been this rigid.

Gosh this woman was slowly becoming a pain in his dick

He released his member... it proudly pointed in her direction. 

What if she caught him watching?

His breath hitched as his imagination ran wild. He could see it—the way her sharp, fiery eyes would widen in shock, her hands clutching the towel tighter against her chest as she froze. She’d probably stammer, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

Reaching up he squeezed the head between his fingers. Imagining it as hers.

His mind twisted the scenario further. What if her shock turned into something else? What if, instead of shouting at him or pushing him away, she took a step closer? Her lips parting, her breath heavy, her gaze locking with his in that charged, unbearable silence.

Then bent down still wearing that towel around her chest, her hair slightly sticking to her neck as she would drop on her knees with a pillow so as to not bruise them. And slowly she would kiss the tip.

Would she challenge him with that defiant tilt of her chin, daring him to say or do something? Would she taunt him, knowing how powerless he was in that moment?

The thought sent a jolt through his body,  down his leg and and into his stomach.

As he brushed his finger from the tip, he imagined her tongue slowly licking it. Her dazed her locked onto his. As she slowly took it into her mouth. He would hold her hair, and start thrusting his length into her mouth. Her lips...

Shahnawaz shook his head sharply, trying to dispel the dirty thoughts.

What the hell is wrong with me? He cursed under his breath, his hand brushing over his face as if that could erase the vivid image now seared into his brain.

If she caught him with his cock in his hand peeking on her as she bathed, it would be the end of whatever fragile control he had left. She’d either destroy him with her words or push him so far past his breaking point.

The worst part? A dark, selfish part of him almost wanted her to turn around. To see him with his pants down, jerking like a fool. To finally realize just how much power she held over him.

___

This jealousy will build to something animalistic.