Warning: I was internally cringing while writing so many dialogues and holding in my sarcasm and hatred for Shahnawaz.

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Her slightly pursed lips, paired with an almost innocent gaze, made him want to bow his head and offer her the world-anything her heart desired. The delicate crinkle of her brown doe eyes and the soft flush on her cheeks stirred a longing in him, a desire to love her endlessly, as though five lifetimes of twilight would still not be enough.

He wanted to claim her as his, ever inch of hers.

The things he couldn't say to her face, he wanted her to feel them.

Feel his love, his care, his obsession, his passion... everything.

As he caressed her face, he looked at those brown eyes that had a hint of coffee in it. The way she looked at him, he wanted to smother her with kisses.

And so he did, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, the bridge of her nose that she would often crinkle at him. Her pouty lips that he couldn't get enough of...

He could smell her coconut shampoo.

I wish this could be my life, laying next to her... waking up and finding her in my arms.

He wanted to surrender to her. Be her man. Protect her from the world.

Shahnawaz had it BAD for her. Those lips he wanted to see her smile at him, and giggle when he smothered her with kisses.

Have her in his arms, as she whispered her wildest desires, or just say his name over and over again.

He held her head with her hair, his hand slightly at the curve of her neck, as he lifted her with her waist so she sat on him. He wanted to take her like this.

His veiny hands slowly caressed her waist and went above to her back, and slowly, he wrapped his arms around her.

I love you...

He knew at this moment he was helplessly in love with this woman. As he commanded her.

"Kiss me." His eyes lost in hers as he held her hair, holding her waist her boobs dangling right in front of his face. Yet... he couldn't look away from those eyes.

Eyes were physical features as well, right?

He was attracted to her body, to her beautiful face, to her slightly husky voice, to her laugh and to her demeaning comebacks.

He was attracted to all of that.

She breathed softly as he blew right on her breasts, making her nipples stand out erect.

His large hand slowly went from her soft mounds to the back of her neck and then to her cheeks, one hand holding her face and other holding her waist.

"Agar dunya mai hoorein hoti toh woh hubahu tumhari jaisi dikhti..."

He cringed... she crinkled her nose.

To stop her biting comeback, he swallowed her lips in his.

Pulling her close so she practically sat on him. She was grinding. He was practically receiving a lap dance at this point. And he wasn't complaining.

He fucking didn't care. About anything. Except her.

He wanted her in his arms, practically doing nothing, yet beside him and he could ANYTHING for her.

If she wanted, he could sell his house. Runaway somewhere far. Just to live with her.

But these wild thoughts were dangerous.

The woman in his arms was dangerous.

Danger to him. To his family.

She was his enemy.

Yet he was drooling at the sight of her.

Shah close your eyes. You need to fuck her and get her out of your system.

So he did, closed his eyes and then he was hyper aware of her soft skin against his, her dainty hands around his as her chest rubbed against his.

Her warm breathing near his neck.

Her fingers on his back as they caressed it feeling his broad shoulders. Her breath hitched as he pressed his hardness against her pussy.

"How do you want me?"

Her breath was knocked out of her chest. As he looked at her...

With those intense eyes of his. As if he was drowning in her.

It made her feel desirable. Wanted.

Being wanted by a man ...like him, with his fierce intensity, was overwhelming. It left her heart racing, her mind a muddled haze of emotions. She could feel his desire in every touch, every whisper, every gaze. It was intoxicating, like a fire she couldn't escape and didn't want to.

She bit her lip, unable to form a coherent response, but her silence spoke louder than any words could. He smirked, his grip tightening slightly on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

"Lost for words?" His voice was a deep, teasing murmur, laced with satisfaction at her reaction.

She tried to steady herself, but her trembling fingers betrayed her, tracing over his jawline. "Shah..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with the weight of unspoken emotions.

He kissed her again, this time slower, as if savoring every second, every taste, every breath they shared. His lips moved against hers with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity in his eyes.

It was maddening, the way he made her feel, as though she were the center of his universe. But she couldn't forget who he was-what he represented.

"You make me forget everything," she admitted softly, her forehead resting against his. "But forgetting... scares me."

Her vulnerability made his chest ache. He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Then don't forget. Remember who I am. What I am." His voice was rough, almost a growl. "But also remember this..."

He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, leaving a searing path of heat in his wake. "No matter who I am to the world, to you... I am just a man. A man who-"

He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. His hands loosened their grip slightly as he pulled back to look into her eyes.

"A man who's made a mistake letting you into his heart," he finally said, his tone quieter but still filled with that undeniable intensity.

Her heart sank at his words, but his touch contradicted them, his thumb grazing her lips, as if committing them to memory.

"You don't mean that," she whispered, her voice shaky but firm.

He chuckled darkly. "Maybe not. But I should."

Kamina Insan.

The room was thick with tension, the air charged with everything they wanted to say but couldn't. Her hands clung to him, desperate to hold onto the fleeting moment before reality pulled them apart.

"Shah..." she started, but he silenced her with another kiss, more desperate this time, as if it were a battle against the inevitable.

"Don't," he murmured against her lips. "Don't say my name like that. It makes me weak. And I can't afford to be weak, not for you."

Her tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them back, refusing to let him see her break. "Then don't be weak. Be mine."

Her words hung in the air, a challenge, as her lips drove first and caught his her eyes shining with his reflection. He could see his look being mirrored back. His feelings being reciprocated.

Her hand on his chin as she kissed him.

Her tongue caressing his with so much love it felt as if all his nerve endings were on fire but her hands that softly trailed from his neck to his pelvic region calmed him down, as if she was cocooning him with all the warmth in the world.

"I will only be yours, sirf tumhari.. "

Shahnawaz froze. For a heartbeat, he couldn't recognize himself-the man in her eyes wasn't the ruthless manipulator he had crafted himself to be.

Her words cut through the silence, bold and unyielding, as if daring him to accept. But before his retort could come, her lips seized his. It was unexpected-raw and urgent-her eyes shining with the reflection of his own. In her gaze, he saw what he feared and longed for: his own feelings mirrored back.

He wanted to consume her, the softness in his voice and the hardness against her core spoke the same story.

"Whether it's tonight or in the future..." his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing hers as his eyes searched hers. He was teetering on the edge.

Fighting his love and lust.

"As long as I am alive, I will be yours.." he whispered assuring her, that after this he would keep loving her.

This wasn't Shahnawaz.

This man wasn't Shahnawaz.

He was back to playing that charm kind man who had the absolute control over the steerings in her heart.

As he pulled back slightly, the familiar smirk returned, tinged with a vulnerability that only deepened her confusion. He was playing her again, wasn't he? First for the maafi nama, then for her trust, and now... for her body.

Yet, the cruel truth was undeniable-she wanted him too.

She couldn't deny the fact that she liked his strong arms around her. His desire filled with eyes as if he wanted to gobble her up yet couldn't because he was a hopeless shameless loser.

Loser... that's what he was. At her mercy.

Mehrunisa finally realised that the reigns were in her hands.

She just had to tug at it, and bring the Shah family crashing down.

So she did placing her core right above his cock...

How long was he?

He raised his eyebrows as if realising her hesitance.

If Shah could hear her inner thoughts, his reply would have been:

Long enough to satisfy you...

And Amal.

She groaned out of frustration.

Why couldn't she get Amal out of her head?

Shah eyed her eyes, changing from desire to curiosity to hesitance to plain black hatred.

Then to determination.

As she positioned herself above his cock with such dead focus, it seemed more like she was about to ride back home rather than riding him.

She eyed his cock like it was a tool.

But for some absurd reason this made him erect. He liked to he demeaned, to be insulted, treated like a lesser being.

He went from a statue to a man devouring her assets with his hands carving her curves, his tongue licking, sucking, leaving his marks as she moaned, groaned, and called out his name.

"Shahnawaz "

"Mehru...."

He moaned out loud as she grounded on him.

"Are you sure, baby?" He asked her, his hands softly caressing her cheeks as he kissed her cheek again.

She wanted him.

She needed him.

He pulled her close, so there was literally no gap between them, there naked bodies molding into each other if they were one whole being.

"Why does it matter to you?"

"Because you are my wife, biwi ho meri", he said nibbling on her neck his eyes begging her to say yes. To give in. To submit.

But Mehrunisa did not process his words like he wanted her to.

Wife? Was he insulting her?

Is this how his father treated his mother? Was this the way men were supposed to treat their fucking wives? She was an angry lioness about to pounce on her prey. All lines were blurred.

When had he ever cared about her positon as his wife? Had he ever comforted, supported, protected or atleast stood by her side?

Nope. He had done none of that.

"Why are you asking me? When have you ever cared about me?"

His mind went blank as she said those words.

It was clear. Shah didn't love her, if had loved her. He wouldn't have treated her like this, he wouldn't act as if her feelings didn't matter at all.

He was simply obsessed, angry and possessive of her.

"You are the only woman I have ever cared about Mehru..", he said his heavy words making her heart swoon, he could hear her beating heart, feel it against her chest as he held her as if she was an fragile object.

How dare he?

How dare she?

She hated him to death yet wanted to devour him whole. He brought colour to her dark life, became her support, then destroyed her.

Yet for some fucking insane reason, he remained precious to her.

There were so many things she wanted to say.

But she couldn't.

Mehrunissa was weak to this man.

To this gorgeous man who wanted her as much she wanted him.

Needs over feelings.

Desires over fantasies.

Lust over love.

That's what she chose. She glanced at the dazzling ring on her hand as it shone brightly.

Her lips met his, before she coquettishly looked at his eyes and whispered, "Show me what you got..."

Her husky voice melted his insides as he softly pushed inside, his head falling into her shoulder as she groaned, "Mehru baby, relax."

He said to her, making her unclench her muscle that held onto him, "I want to warn you... after this I might not hold back myself."

She blinked, dazed nodding. Her soft expression melted his heart, she was being vulnerable around him.

He wanted to cherish this moment. As he slowly consumed her lips and her in one go.

Mehrunisa was overwhelmed by the bulk of his body as it pressed her into the mattress and his cock penetrated her slowly and his finger started playing with her clit.

"..."

This was her mother and sister. She was doing it for them.

The thought made her feel disgust, shame, and hatred for the man. He was using her like a whore.

Tears dropped from her eyes out of the shame as the man noticed and abruptly stopped.

"Mehrunisa... tum theek ho?" He asked concerned yet, trying his best to hold himself back from pushing himself in.

She saw the look in his eyes.

Care... concern, softness.

"Haan... ", she said wrapping her arms around her his back, and placing her one leg above his hip, so she could feel some pleasure.

And she did as he pushed himself in.

His fingers working his magic.

"Mehrunisa... take my name."

She was melting from inside as her brain focused on the heat.

Even if a tsunami came at this moment, she wouldn't have budged.

The pleasure that ran through her was exhilarating.

Guilty pleasure...

He was pushing himself in and out, such absurd sounds could be heard in the room.

In Shahnawaz's eyes, she was challenge, he wanted to bring her such ecstasy that she loses her integrity, her arrogance, her hatred everything, and submits herself to him, begs him to fuck her.

"I don't want it."

She convinced herself, and refused him. Yet her arms braced him tighter as her pussy clenched around his length.

Shahnawaz chuckled, she could feel the vibration of his laugh deep in her core, "Sachhi Mehru? Because the way you are holding onto me says a different story."

"No.."

"Then should I leave?"

He said his fingers stopping right before she could feel the pleasure, and slowly pulling himself out.

It was odd, the cold feeling on her stomach as his bulky body lifted off of her. As he moved away.

She wanted to scream at him so bad. Instead she glared at him, "Fuck you Shah!!!!"

He tsked at her, running his fingers through his wet hair, looking as tempting as a snack, "No baby, say 'fuck me Shah' "

She shivered as his words reached her ears, the cold air against her sensitive folds, against her hardered nipples and his gaze made her want to jump his bone- the bone that pointed at her.

Wasn't it painful for him?

"Fuck me Shah", she spat out as if disgusted. But that was enough for Shah as he slid back into her now holding her leg so they lay over his shoulder.

She screamed as he hit that spot.

That was it.

Every inch of her body was dancing to his tunes, as he latched onto her, dug himself into her and sucked onto her neck, playing with her nipples.

"Do you like being fucked by your enemy?"

"..."

She was on the edge, couldn't process his words. But when she did, he hit her gspot his fingers working the magic.

And there was it.

She had crossed the limit.

He had crossed a limit.

As she came with the pleasure came immense shame. He had triggered her, both physically and mentally.

"Ruki kyun tum?" He asked nestling his head onto her shoulder, "Do you want to try it yourself?"

He was robbing her again. His eyes and his words told two different stories. He loved to take her off guard, to be her healer and tormentor.

Her eyes widened as she poked at his heart, if he had been wearing a shirt she would have pulled at his collar.

"You know what I want to do?" She whispered, almost seductively her finger trailing downwards.

Her finger traced a deliberate, agonizingly slow path down his chest, her breath hot against his skin. His smirk faltered for a second, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He wasn't used to her taking charge, not like this.

"What?" he asked, his voice huskier than he intended, a mix of intrigue and challenge.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a soft whisper, "I want to rip that smugness off your face."

And just like that, her fingers curled into a fist, hitting him square in the chest-not hard enough to hurt, but enough to knock him slightly off balance.

"Easy there kitten, I am still inside you, you could permanently damage yourself this way. "

He pulled out and placed her so she was facing the mirror as her back touched his chest.

And then he started thrusting at a pace that drove her crazy. Taking her chin in his hand, he made her turn so he could push his tongue inside her mouth, just like his cock drove inside her pussy.

She was melting...

"Shah..."

She whispered out of breath as he kissed her neck, suckling onto it, and made her look into the mirror again by holding her chin. It was an erotic side, her on all fours as he pumped himself like an animal.

"Theek se dekho Mehru, dekho apne aapko... "

He said pumping faster as she felt herself reaching the edge again, she trembled as her breasts danced with her movement.

"This pleasure you are getting is from 'me'."

Arrogant piece of shit.

"Shutup"

She hated how he teased her. Shamed her. Taunted her. Pleasured her.

"Ye khushi tumhe sirf Shahnawaz desakta hai", he said while thrusting so deep that her entire body shivered.

His long fingers didn't stop pleasuring her clit, his lips didn't stop sucking on her neck, boobs, kissing her lips, her back, his hand didn't stop feeling every inch of her skin, and his cock didn't stop exploring her insides.

There was a knot that was tingling inside her stomach that went lower and lower, becoming tighter and tighter as he pushed himself in and touched that very spot that made her want to scream out loud.

"Shahnawaz!"

That made her want to beg for more.

Her erotic voice made him pause for a second as he looked at her flushed face and smiled softly.

As if appreciating her beauty.

Her voice, the taste of her tongue, her velvetty skin, her dazzling eyes, her pouty lips, her brownish nipples, her tiny waist, her jawline, her dainty neck, her tightness that he wanted to mould in the shape of his penis....

She drove him crazy.

Made him hungry.

His voice came out rougher and huskier than he intended as he felt those delicate emotions, that drove him to insanity.

"You are so beautiful."

Those words meant so much to him but she was getting the hang of those words. Because he had uttered it more than fifty times.

"Mehru badla bhuljao... sab bhuljao. Bas ye yaad rakho..."

He said it as he moved his cock softly against that sweet spot that caused her pussy to clench and mounded her breast while suckling just below her collar bone making her arc her back and meet him in his thrusts.

She didn't lay there like a dead fish. She was infact reciprocating. Meeting his thrusts with her own. Burning him with her own fire. And trapping him in her heat.

"Ye yaad rakho ke ye khushi tumhe tumhara Shauhar Shahnawaz Shah deraha hai."

Her lips were on his shoulder as she pressed her lips there he thrusted in.

"Ye yaad rakho ke tum sirf meri ho."

He almost moaned out as her hands expored his body, she switched positions so she was sitting on the top and bringing herself the pleasure.

Mehrunisa tried her best to not get addicted to this pleasure.

And not fall for this man.

This moment was supposed to be romantic but made her feel like an object.

Degraded. Naked.

And yet seeking pleasure.

She bounced on his cock as he held her waist, he had such pretty face, wide shoulders, intense eyes but he failed to appeal her in one way. His words were a constant turn off, traumatising. Maybe it was some kind of kink or sick fantasy he had, or maybe he was under the impression that she liked his dirty talking.

"I always knew it"

Will you stop yapping?

She sighed internally, rolling her eyes, "What?"

As he pulled her so he could look her face upclose.

"That you had desired me since the day we met... your eyes would linger on me longingly. I could see it all."

What a delusional guy!

Wasn't it the other way around?

"Oh god! Mehru... I had wanted to fuck you since I first met you, have you on yours knees with your lips around my cock", he said touching her lips with his thumb as she gasped.

He flipped them around so she lay under him now, "You were such a fiery vixen", he thrusted himself...

She quickly hid her face in his neck, while he pulled his dick out of her pussy and back inside

She wrapped one of her hands around his neck gripping it. Moaning in his ears.

That's all he wanted to hear.

Her voice, her mewling, her cries, her moan. Such obscene voices that only he could hear.

The combination of his strokes and his sculpted body was making her light headed. As much as she wanted it to be over, she needed it to continue. Because this was the only way she could meet the Shahnawaz she had once fallen for...

The one whom she once loved was making love to her now.

No, Mehru, get a grip. He isn't making love to you. He is fucking you.

Despite all these thoughts, all she could feel was him filling her pussy.

"You know Mehrunisa, nobody could fuck you like I can, this pussy is moulded by my cock... and now that it had tasted me, it would forever smell like me and you would forever crave it."

As he said those dirty words, Mehrunissa felt her orgasm approaching strong and fast. She wanted to hold herself back, but she knew she had already lost. When she came.

To shame herself she held his hand and brought it to her throat. He softly caressed her neck, looking at the his marks his ego was fed. He stroked it up and down, slowly encircling her neck. But then he gripped it tightly making her gasp.

His dick was edging her as his one finger went to her clit and stimulated her. Driving her insane. His hand stifled her breathing, as the noise around her grew fainter. She could only hear the sound of their flesh meeting.

And it aroused her more.

She sensed him leaning in for a kiss, so she turned her face. This wasn't supposed to be romantic. It had to be degrading. She had to remind herself. That there weren't any feelings involved just hormones.

They made momentary eye contact as he drove in deep, making her gasp, and as his hot tongue met hers, she exploded.

The unfamiliar sensation of liquor, her cum on his lips, his fingers, her trembling self was all she could see and feel.

In the afterwaves of the orgasm, his thick tongue against hers, the sensation of his quick thrust against her melting pussy, choking and kissing drove her to edge once again and she spasmed all over his cock. He continued to fuck her until their juices dried on their thighs, until her throat went sore due to constant screaming, until her body grew tired due to his rough fucking and his constant fondling.

He didn't release her lips, unless it was to breath for a moment. He kissed her while fucking her.

Her wetness drove him to his own orgasm, and due to the moisture the strokes were even smoother. He explored parts and invoked sensations that she had never felt before. With each stroke he pulled out until just the tip was inside her. And pounded back in.

She could do nothing except lay there like a fish. As he pounded. It was embarrassing...

"Mehrunisa... mai ye subha tak kar sakta hu..."

Her eyes widened... she knew he was at the edge.

"I love to way your pussy clenches around my cock, like it never wants it to leave."

He pulled out completely, meeting her eyes, as he slammed in.

"As if it never wants to part ways. Your pussy loves me."

He was back to his dirty talking, she knew he was closer to his orgasm.

"Shutup, and let's get done with it."

Shah didn't sense that she was irritated. Turned on yet felt hurt with such words. He didn't once said that he loved her. It was always his pleasure, his house, his wife, his mother, his brother, his wife, his happiness, his love.

What about her?

She was another object her would dispose. Was it that hard to love her?

She wanted care... from the first day, all she wanted was love. But he shattered her dreams on the wedding night when he made her realise how stupid she was.

He was closer. She could tell that due to his exaggerated strokes.

He whispered to her this time softly as if speaking to her soul, his eyes they were intense. He gazed at her as if he was peering into her soul.

"Hold me, tighter baby, just like that. Mehrunisa I want to cum inside you. Fill you up. Till you are consumed by me, so the world knows you are mine, so that majnu of yours knows that you are mine, baby."

He breathed slowly and she knew it, he was cumming.

With her anger her pussy had clenched his dick as if punishing it, yet pleasuring him.

"Pull out of me!"

While she could have pills, Mehrunisa didn't wanted him to cum inside her, because it would be more degrading for her. She wanted him to pull out.

But he couldn't hear her, as he trembled above her, his expression strained.

"No."

As if to make a point, he slammed into her and paused. She knew he wouldn't so she remained there, and focused on clenching her muscles around his, so she could give him the all pleasure he could never have. This was her chance to prove that she was not another woman he had fucked, and after this he would never get to experience this pleasure ever again. She felt the hot sensation overtake, as he pulled her closer hoisting her up and placing a pillow below her ass so he could fill her up completely.

She felt it flow down her thighs onto the back of her knees.

This evil man.

He was planting kisses on her neck and her stomach, holding her tightly as he embraced her for a moment then he slowly removed his deflated dick from her pussy making her feeling empty.

She was out of the euphoria as the dopamine, oxytocin lowered and she felt the shame pull in.

It was heart-wrenching.

He flipped them so she lay on top of him, his arms holding her close.

Coming down from the high now she felt the lowest, dirtiest she had ever felt.

He got what he wanted. Slowly raising up, she detached herself from him. Physically and mentally.

Sitting up she places her legs on the floor and felt the cold floor on her naked legs. She felt so cold and lonely. Tears were brimming in her eyes as she stood up and winced at the ache, and pulled the sheets to wrap around her body.

But he held her wrist, "Kaha jaarahi ho jaan?"

The word jaan almost tempted her to give in, and lay in his arms. To take comfort from him. But she knew that would mess things up.

His voice was almost confused as if she was being absurd. As if they had ever been intimate. As if he had ever cuddled or hugged her, given her comfort.

"Jismani zarooriyat puri kardi hai maine yahi deal this humari, I spread my legs and sucked your cock. Isn't that enough?"

He was asking her far too much. He was taking too much from her. Draining her.

"Iske illawa aur kuch nahi desakti mai tumhe... iske illawa aur kuch dene ko nahi hai mere paas..."

She couldn't cuddle him after this. So she stood up walking towards the bathroom but before she could close the door he had rushed after her and grabbed her by the arm.

His crimson eyes glared at her, pulling her close in his arms so every inch of theirs touched. This wasn't sexual, Mehrunissa didn't like it. It was invasive.

Too invasive.

"Khudke baarey mai aisi bakwaas karne ki himmat kaise huyi tumhari?" He growled out, angry shaking.

His tone almost aggrieved, broken rather than angry.

Why was he acting like he cared about her?

"Tumhare paas mai hu! Tum Mehrunisa Shahnawaz ho, ye puri duniya tumhari hai." He said kissing her cheeks as the tears dropped from her eyes, she clenched them shut so he couldn't see how much he broke her.

"Don't."

She warned him, begging him to leave her alone, so she could crumble and punish herself with the humiliation.

But he didn't.

He couldn't.

And that made it worse for her.

She had no space. He was everywhere. It was suffocating.

He cared about Mehrunisa Shahnawaz not Mehrunissa, if he had, he would have helped her. He wouldn't have tricked her.

All of this gentleness was his ploy, his manipulation. He knew she wanted love, so he exploited her with it.

Destroying her that way.

And she fell for his trap like she fell now.

He opened the tap and filled it with warm water, lifting her in princess carry he slowly placed her inside the soothing water.

She sat frozen in the tub, the warmth of the water doing nothing to ease the chill that crawled beneath her skin. Mehrunisa stared at the ripples as he gently poured water over her arms, his movements steady, almost tender, as if this was a ritual he had practiced a thousand times.

She hated it.

Hated the way he touched her as though he cared, as though he could mend the parts of her he had shattered beyond repair. He knelt beside the tub, naked, his eyes softened by an emotion she refused to name.

"Stop pretending," she whispered, her voice trembling, not with fear, but with the weight of knowing. "I don't need this pity, this sympathy, you got what you wanted... so stop bothering me. Go talk to Amal or your brother."

His hand paused mid-air, a cloth clutched loosely in his fingers. He exhaled sharply, leaning closer. "You don't get to decide that anymore."

Her gaze snapped to his, blazing with anger. "Don't I?"

"No, you don't," he said firmly, his voice low, dangerously calm. "Not when you're hellbent on destroying yourself. Not when you think you're worth nothing. Not when I know exactly what you're worth, Mehrunisa Shahnawaz."

Mehrunissa Shahnawaz... now she was truly his wife. In every sense of the word.

She flinched at the intensity in his voice. He wasn't yelling. That would've been easier to handle. Instead, his words pierced through her defenses, his gaze holding hers captive.

"Don't call me that," she hissed, venom lacing her tone.

"Why not?" he challenged, leaning even closer until she had no space left to retreat. "That's who you are, whether you admit it or not. Mehrunisa Shahnawaz."

Her breath hitched as his dark brown eyes overwhelmed her. They were like a drug, and now she was getting addicted....

Her head rested on his shoulder as he massaged her arms and went lower. Mehrunissa realised Shah wasn't yet done because his cock was up again.

He was manipulating her so he could fuck her whenever he wanted. All of this care, attention was to fulfil his desires.

He stepped into the tub and pulled her into his lap, "Ready for round two?"

He asked with a sexy grin, while rubbing her thighs, sore and stimulated.

And she couldn't say no.

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Next chapter- Killer Shah.