Incomplete chapter, sorry I am not getting time to complete this one.

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Shahnawaz was already half hard, as her fingers slowly pulled down his boxers, his cock was larger than his hand.

She trembled as she felt the cold marble floor under her knees, as well as the situation. As if understanding her predicament, Shahnawaz caught her elbow and pulled her up.

Placing a pillow under her knees so they won't get bruised.

"Tum jaisa gira hua insaan maine aaj tak nahi dekha", she said as he held her hand helped on her knees.

Her insult actually made him harder.

As he lowered his brief, his tall length stood proudly pointing at her face.

It was the size of his hands, long and thick. How would it fit inside her?

She made the mistake of looking up and meeting his eyes. And he smirked realising her worry.

"..."

It was a monster, it jumped and twitched with her gaze, rising higher and higher until it was rock solid, it's globular red and puffy. And she hadn't even touched it yet.

"Touch it baby"

"No..."

He pouted, "Don't be rude, see how excited it's to see you."

She met his eyes, "Let me cut it into two equal parts, and mail one to Amal."

Her eyes were feral as if she would follow through her threat, he shrugged as his phone rung, "Haan, hello."

He put it on speaker, "Ji sir mai, 203 news channel se hu, agar aapki ijaazat ho toh woh video hum apne show par dikhade?"

Shahnawaz saw her expression and saw utter desperation as she shook her head, pleading with him.

"Dikhadey kya, Mehrunissa?"

He asked her softly, but she saw the smug look on his face.

She shook her head, "Haan kehrahi ho?"

Due to shame of her positon she didn't speak, although the person on the other side couldn't see her, she was terrifief that he would know.

"..nahi"

"Kya kaha? Mujhe sunaye nhi diya..."

He brought her hand to his cock, signaling her to get to work, as she held it. She grabbed his cock, and started stroking it, softly. Watching his huge heavy balls bounce around his length in excitement.

Her lips opened and he covered the phone with his hand, "No teeth, the call is on, my one command and that video would be everywhere."

"Suck it."

The head was in her mouth, as she felt his hands around her hair, "Shut up, Beghairat Insaan."

There was a throat clearing from the other side, "Sir..?"

"Ji mai hu call par. Mai soch raha tha aaj jo meri biwi ne insult ki hai, she might deserve it actually..."

She pressed a kiss on the tip, and opened her mouth enough to take the tip in. It felt unnatural. She ran her hands up and down the shaft, feeling the veins. It was too hard.

"Lubricate it", he instructed, "With your saliva."

Her face was red with shame and anger...

But she conceeded anyway, spitting at it as if disgusted by that things, he chuckled, "Babe, you spit or drool, it doesn't matter. Because you are the one cleaning it at the end."

She took a tissue, and wiped her saliva off his length.

He gave her the look, "Are you stupid?"

Her jaw clenched as his words hit her, she felt incredibly stupid, kneeling on her knees, cleaning his cock.

He pushed her lower as he held her shoulder and showed her how to cover her teeth, so she didn't bite off his length.

She sloberred all over it, so she could wipe it off with her tongue.

He was at his end limits. Now he pushed his length slightly inside, and groaned, feeling her soft mouth devour it.

His black eyes were so intense, and she felt ashamed as she imagined what she looked like. With her disheveled hair, blushed cheeks, his cock in her mouth, trying to breath slowly in to her nose so as to not choke and look more stupid.

She took half his length in her mouth and stopped when he called her.

"Mehru meri aankhon mai dekho..."

It was an order. He was biting his lower lip to stop himself from losing control.

And then he grabbed his length with one hand, and the other holding the back of her slowly inserting inside over and over.

"Kitni khoobsurat lagrahi ho aise..."

He groaned as her eyes met his.

She looked at him through her lashes, her cheeks puffed up, as she breathed. Those obscene sounds made his dick even harder.

He was controlling himself of using too much pressure. As he moaned her name... "Mehru..."

This felt so forbidden.

A liquid dripped down his tip onto her lips and slowly the side of her lips.

The delicious sigh of her, looking at him innocently as he released the precum shook his brain.

This wasn't the first time he had woman in this position. But with Mehrunisa it was different.. because she was his wife. She was the woman whom he had been craving for. The woman he wanted to conquer since forever. She was his enemy...

He chuckled at the side, "It suits you. Pleasuring me... havinf my length inside your mouth."

He gathered her hair away from her face and lifted her, making her stand on the cushion.

"Forget about revenge."

He said softly trailing his hands lower.

"Just try to love me", he met her eyes through the mirror holding her chin, as his lips lowered and he kissed her neck making her tremble.

What was she doing?

Mehrunisa had no idea, anymore.

"Say it Mehru..."

"Shahnawaz will you fuck the bratty attitude out of me?"

A tear slipped down her eyes as she said those words, tasting the cum on her lips she felt more humiliated. What has her life come to?

This loser will regret will regret his every action in the future.

He smirked and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes. Not to look at his face anymore.

This was a sacrifice...

To save her mother and sister from a life of abdomination.

"Should I undress you?"

She nodded her head.

"Words baby, words", he said kissing her earlobes biting it inserting his tongue as she elbowed him.

His cock was pressed against her thighs, her cotton pants the only layer between the two as he grinded against her.

"No."

She said and he stopped there was silence as he caught her shoulders and swiftly turned her around.

"How could you refuse me?"

He almost whispered, as if she had snatched away his favourite candy.

Then his expression hardened as if a thought hit him, "Oh... you don't want me, you want Rafay's-"

Her eyes widened and before she could process her own actions, her hand lifted slapping against his cheek.

Her teeth grinding, with anger. Disgust.

"You can't insult me like that," she said her eyes glaring at him, "I am not a whore like you! So no matter how much power you think you have above me, I won't hear such low words about me."

He was silent.

Looking at her. And then he smiled.

It scared her.

Terrified her.

He advanced towards her, she remained in her place.

"Kill me if you want to, but I won't take this any-" before she could complete her sentence, he had wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her flush againdt him.

Her large eyes look at the dark look in his eyes as he lifted the hand that had slapped him previously and placed it on his cheek.

Then his tongue darted out and he licked her palm.

"?!!"

What was he a dog?

His eyes met hers as he took bit sucked her finger, "Maine kaha tha".

Mehru felt her legs tingling as he pressed wet kisses on her palm, "Tumhara haq banta hai, mujhe maarne ka."

Then he inspected her tiny hands, "Just don't hurt yourself in the process."

He said it with such intensity that she wanted to believe his words.

"Or I will punish you."

He kissed below her eyes, "Don't want to undress? It's alright."

He kissed her exposed neck, as she bit her lip to control her moan.

He grabbed her breasts through the clothes and pressed them with his palm. As he sucked her neck, their eyes met through the mirror as she blinked innocently and he had the urge to give in his urges.

But he wanted to enjoy this night.

Lifting her chin so he got access to her neck, he pressed a kiss below her beauty bone... and nibbled at the skin.

Mehrunisa felt like her body wasn't listening to her anymore.

He was groping her breasts while whispering lewd things in her, "Are you wet?"

"No..."

Liar, he chuckled, as she looked anywhere but him.

His hands slowly creeped below her waist and onto her thigh parting them as it reached her heat.

"So his is where the attitude comes from.. ", he said as his fingers rested there, her kurti had lowered so her cleavage was visible. Her dupatta lying somehere on the floor. Her face flushed, his marks and hickies around her neck. She could smell him on her lips.

Feel his hands directly above her heat as he whispered in her ear, "You are softer... and wet".

He said rubbing his finger through her cotton pajama, she was breathing loudly.

As he pulled her pants up, giving her a wedgie.

"Look... at that, it's so pretty" he pressed his length at her pant.

Wrapping his arms below her breasts he lifted her, "You think your disgusting words will melt me? Beghairat insaan ho tum, nothing but a mommy's boy, Na mard."

She cursed.

He chuckled, wrapping her arms her neck as if he was about to lift her and snap her neck. But honestly it felt good. More like comfort.

Her heart was beating loudly. Her eyes begging her to give in.

"Na mard... meri mardangi mahsoos karsakti ho? Aur ek baat bolu... do you think your harsh words push me away?" he whispered at the shell of her ear, his voice laced with a dangerous sweetness that sent shivers down her spine.

Her breath hitched, but she held her ground, refusing to let him see her falter.

"No... no, baby," he crooned, shaking his head slowly as if soothing a child. His lips curved into a smile that was both mocking and terrifying. "They don't push me away. They turn me on. See?"

Before she could process his words, he grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand against his hardness.

Her eyes widened in shock. She tried to yank her hand back, but his grip tightened.

"What... what is wrong with you?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief and anger.

His head tilted, his dark eyes boring into hers, glinting with a manic kind of amusement. His smile grew crooked, his voice dripping with dark humor.
"By the way," he drawled, "I didn't ask my mom if I should fuck you... see improvement."

She stared at him, horrified, her chest tightening as his words echoed in her mind. Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper, as she finally managed to spit out, "You're sick."

"And you're so pretty."

Her breath hitched, her mind stumbling over his words. "What?" she asked, confusion slicing through her fear. Why was he praising her now?

He tilted his head, a sly, almost innocent smile curving his lips, as though they were sharing an intimate secret. "I thought we were having a heart-to-heart," he said, his tone light, almost playful. "I've always thought you were so pretty."

Her heart pounded in her chest as a strange mixture of emotions swirled within her- anger, and an unsettling thread of disbelief.

"What are you even talking about?" she demanded, her voice shaking despite her effort to sound firm.

He leaned closer, his gaze unwavering, his expression unreadable. "Pretty things deserve attention, don't they?" His fingers brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, a gesture that should've been gentle but felt suffocating instead.

"Stop it," she snapped, her voice rising, fueled by the anger now bubbling beneath her terror.

"Why? Are you scared?" he asked, his smile widening, eyes alight with something dark and unsettling.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, grounding herself against the wave of panic threatening to overtake her. "No," she lied, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I'm disgusted."

He chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through the tension-filled air. "Ah, if that's disgust," he murmured, as if savoring the word. "Then I am disgusted by you."

Her breath caught in her throat, the words sinking in like a twisted confession.

He was far from disgusting. That was the problem.

If he were grotesque, if he were the kind of man whose very presence repelled her, this would be easier. But he wasn't. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly handsome, the kind of man who could command a room with just a glance.

He was her type.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, making her hate herself just a little more. It wasn't fair. Someone so vile didn't deserve to look the way he did.

He eyed her cunningly, while grabbing her thigh, and slowly lowering her pants. Until she stood in her panties.

He bunched up her kurta, slowly undressing her. She shivered due to his intense gaze on her skin. He looked at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

He made her sit on the bed so they were facing the mirror.

Without a word, he removed his shirt, the sound of fabric sliding over skin a soft but undeniable command.

Her gaze instinctively followed his movements, though she immediately regretted it. His broad shoulders, muscles defined under his tanned skin, gleamed in the dim light. The lines of his body were carved like something sculpted-something that could only belong to a man like him.

She could feel the heat of his presence behind her, the sharp contrast between the warmth of his body and the coldness creeping through her veins. His reflection loomed over hers, a looming shadow she couldn't escape.

"You're staring," he said, his voice a low murmur, almost amused.

Her pulse quickened, but she didn't look away. She couldn't. The mirror forced her to face him, to confront the fact that despite everything, part of her still wanted to look.

The way he looked at her, it was as if she was the most precious prize her had won.

His hands slowly caressed her waist andq she could tell he was happy with her red bra.

"Mehrunisa, khudko dekhooo jaan", the first thing she noticed was her flushed face, her dazed eyes as if in his control, her hair was messy due to his constant pulling.

The reflection in the mirror was both foreign and intimate. Mehrunisa barely recognized the woman staring back at her.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, sending shivers through her body. His touch was gentle yet possessive, as though he was claiming not just her body but her very essence. The way his gaze lingered, the pride in his eyes, made her feel as though she was a part of him.

"Don't be shy now," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. His breath was warm against her skin, mixing with the coolness that seemed to envelope her every breath. "You're beautiful, Mehrunisa. Don't hide from it."

Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, unsure whether to pull away or lean into him. The mirror was unforgiving, showing her confusion, her vulnerability-everything she couldn't quite put into words. She had always prided herself on being in control, but in this moment, she felt as though she was unraveling under his gaze, under his touch.

His voice broke the silence again, more urgent now, "Jaan, don't you see it? You're mine."

She laughed, the sound sharp and dismissive, the red lingerie clinging to her body like a second skin, her skin flushed with the heat of the moment. She turned slowly to face him, her gaze unwavering, daring him to break her composure.

"Khudko tassali de rahey ho?" she asked, her words laced with biting sarcasm.

She tched, her lips curling into a smug grin as his eyes flickered to her lips. "Tumhare illaawa koi aur mard hota, tab bhi mera same reaction hota," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "And you're celebrating this as if it's the first time a woman has desired you."

He grabbed her neck, pushing her onto the bed, the teasing glint in her eyes making the rage in his eyes shifting to something darker. His fingers tightened around her neck just enough to remind her of his power, yet he didn't choke her-he controlled her, kept her suspended between defiance and surrender.

"Stop being so mean Mehru," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Such words shouldn't come out of your mouth..."

Her breath hitched as her back hit the soft mattress, the vulnerability of the position not lost on her. But she didn't flinch, didn't allow fear to take over. She stared back at him with the same defiance, her body pinned but her spirit unyielding.

"Is this how you prove yourself?" she shot back, her voice calm, despite the tension in the air. "By overpowering me?"

The grip on her neck loosened slightly, his thumb brushing the soft skin of her throat as he leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "No," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I prove myself by making you want me, Mehrunisa. And you do."

He said slowly, moving lower, so he was at eye level.

His hands slowly travelled lower, and her breath hitched.

As they softly set her ablaze, his eyes not straying away from hers, locking in her expression.

His index finger traced the outline of her red panties as his lips landed on hers.

His hand traced her opening through the pantie, and her breath hitched, as she parted her mouth he drove in his tongue inside to caress hers. Their tongues were fighting for dominance.

The hair on his chest tickled her slightly, and so did his moustache when they kissed.

Reminding herself that it was this disgusting man.

Nasty liar who was surprisingly a good kisser.

His hand slid down her spine, gripping her waist with a possessiveness that made her shiver. Her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch, but her mind reeled, fighting the battle she was losing.

How dare he? How dare I?

Her heart raced, not from desire, but from the anger boiling just beneath her skin. This man. This vile, manipulative liar. His lips moved against hers with a confidence that infuriated her. His touch sent heat coursing through her veins, and that enraged her even more.

He thinks he can charm his way out of everything, doesn't he?

When his tongue brushed hers, her breath hitched-not from pleasure, but from the realization that he was winning. Her fingers tightened against his shoulders, nails digging in, as if trying to claw back her control.

She tried to focus on the facts: the lies he had told, the games he had played, the havoc he had wreaked on her life. And yet here she was, her body betraying her resolve.

This isn't me, she thought desperately. This is him. He's doing this. He always manipulates me.

Her anger boiled over. She shoved him hard, breaking their kiss with a sharp intake of breath.

Her anger boiled over, sharp and unforgiving. She shoved him hard, breaking their kiss with a gasp that sliced through the silence of the room.

"I despise you," she said, her voice loud and steady, though her chest heaved with unspoken rage. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she repeated, quieter but more venomously, "I despise you."

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, as though her words were a challenge he couldn't resist. Slowly, he leaned closer, brushing his lips against her temple and murmuring against her skin, "And I despise you as well."

She stiffened, the juxtaposition of his words and actions setting her nerves alight. He kissed her eyes, lingering just enough to test her resolve, his lips soft against the trails of her frustration. "You're disgusting," she spat, though her voice cracked ever so slightly.

"And you're insufferable," he retorted, his voice steady and unapologetic.

That's why he had her lying beneath him, pinned and powerless, yet glaring up at him with a defiance that stirred something primal in him. He could have had her entirely-could have claimed every inch of her without hesitation. But he couldn't, not like this. Not before worshipping the exposed canvas of her skin, painting his disdain and desire in equal measure with every touch, every kiss.

Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as his lips traced the hollow of her throat, moving deliberately, almost cruelly, down to the curve of her shoulder. His hands splayed across her waist, rough yet reverent, as though committing every detail to memory.

"Say it that you are mine," he said, leaning in so she was consumed by him.

She glared at him, her black hair scattered around her milky skin, her eyes slightly teary as his thumb played with her clitories, "Everything in this town is yours, Shah Sahib."

He didn't want this. He wanted her to admit her that she was his. From her lips.

"Mehrunisa Shahnawaz Shah... kaho tum meri ho."

He repeated his words, grabbing her attention. As his finger dug into her hole, poking her, making her flinch.

She wasn't wet enough...

It was a dagger to his ego.

"Nahi hu," she moaned as he slid lower and took in her nipples in his mouth.

An unfamiliar ache started to spread in her stomach, a burning sensation that made her want to pull him closer.

An animalistic urge began inside her, wanting him to give attention to both of her sides. As if he heard her, his other hand molded her breast as he licked the other. Sucking it.

Her breath hitched as he pinched it, she wanted to push him away as well as pull him inside her.

He pressed kisses on the breasts, leaving his marks and then pressed his face in between them, looking at her, from that angle.

He didn't look cruel, he looked funny with his disheveled hair and flushed red face.

As he repeated his question holding her by her waist, pressing kisses as he slid lower and onto her belly, "Why are you so fucking slow?"

His large, strong hands gripped her waist with a possessive yet gentle force, his fingers easily wrapping around her slender frame. Each of his palms seemed to cover more than half of her waist, their rough texture contrasting with her delicate skin. His thumbs rested just above her hips, while his fingers splayed across her sides.

He was taking his sweet time, feeling every inch of hers, peppering kisses and hickies. Claiming Mehrunissa's every curve- the dip of her waist, the swell of her breast, turning around he traced the arc of her back, Mehrunissa shivered as she felt his cold ring on her back, his lips as he hugged her from behind.

"So you like it fast and rough?"

Slowly he pulled her so she laid on the bed with her legs in the air and so he could be face to face with her folds. Mehrunissa had the urge to hide it but he stopped her, "You are so pretty..."

He whispered against her folds, her breath hitched as he breathed right there, his arms wrapped around her thighs placing them on his shoulder, as he pulled her closer.

Now he was on his knees, parting her folds so he could see her clitoris. His tongue went in as he lapped at her folds, like a man starved.

"And you were saying I don't make you wet?" He whispered in between showing his crazed eyes, and cheeky grin.

"Not that much."

He laughed as he brought a finger and slid it inside her, she groaned her eyes rolling back, as he continued stimulating her with his tongue.

She felt him rocking her world on his knees just with his tongue as it molded inside her. His index finger curving to fit inside her, as she shook and moaned.

"Liar..."

And inserted both of his fingers inside her, pumping them as she clutch onto his head by his hair, not letting him move away from that place. His mouth, fingers and words, brought her to edge, and then Mehrunissa saw her reflections.

Shahnawaz realized her eyes were on them, on the mirror. Looking at herself, he was pumping her and she screamed when he found her g-spot, hitting against it as she fell back on the bed. Her eyes closing as she surrendered herself to him, to herself, to her desires. She wanted him to take her roughly, to never stop...

His fingers didn't stop, he didn't stop, until she was trembling, her thighs clenching around his neck, he lapped at her velvety folds till she came, and feasted on it until the very last drop.

"Shahnawaz please..."

She begged, laying there, feeling this inside animalistic hunger for him. He slowly slid up so his knees were either side of her thighs. He was huge by his stature, Mehrunissa didn't care about the games, about winning or losing, she just wanted him.

"I wanted to punch his face when you smiled at him..." he said softly suckling at her nipples, his throaty whisper sending vibrations through her pulse. She couldn't breathe.

She was thrashing against him, as he inserted two of his fingers inside her.

While planting kisses, he hit that spot again.

"Shah..." she breathed..

Her eyes moist, lips swollen red due to his fiery kisses, her hair dishevelled, he gripped his length just above her opening. And softly pressed a kiss onto her lips, "Say it... say it"

As he grinded against her, teasing her.

"That you want me."

She shook her head, glaring at him. "I don't. Fuck off Shahnawaz."

He chuckled slowly tucking in a strand of her hair behind her ear, as he pressed kiss on her the curve of her neck. Then slowly while maintaining eye contact with her touched her wet folds, "Your pussy wants me though".

She turned red.

Her face flushing as he brought that wet finger to his mouth, making a popping sound and sucked it.

"We could do this forever Mehrunissa, unless you relent and accept the fact that you want to fuck your enemy."

His eyes were dramatic as he turned her face to look at him and caressed her face. As if they were lovers.

Mehrunissa was never the type to submit.

"You are fucking delusional to think that I would beg a loser like you to fuck me, I know you want it more than me, so say it Shah, accept it."

She tilted his chin up, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile as her large doe eyes locked onto his. She was an enigma, a vixen-a woman who could not be tamed. And this was a bigger turn on than her submitting to him.

The loser in him literally wanted to submit to her. Open up her palm and hand her his heart. But he knew better-or at least he told himself he did. Weakness had no place in this game they played, and yet, with her, it didn't feel like a game at all.

Every glance she threw his way, every brush of her fingertips against his skin, stripped him of his armor piece by piece. She wasn't just a temptation; she was a storm, unraveling him with every passing moment.

And for the first time in his life, he questioned whether losing himself to her might not be the defeat he feared, but the salvation he desperately needed.

He barely took a breath before crashing his mouth against hers. To prove to her that he wasn't a loser, biting her lower lip making her open her mouth so he could slip in his tongue inside. Eliciting a moan from her. This was all he could get from her.

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To be continued.