Mention of R*pe!

Fawad sat infront of maya, who's head was ducked down. She was nervously chewing on her lips. Whatever happened the other day was now coming Infront of her! sikandar should've keep his hands off of her, she shouldn't be talking to him, even after that accident of three day ago, yet whenever he would massage her, asking how she is? Is she okay? Is she happy? She couldn't help but feels that brotherly feeling for him too.

Maya was surprised, when sikandar has once asked her to meet him, she had instantly denied his offer, but him being stubborn head, had forced her to meet him, she was angry yet she went there, and sikandar had opened up to her like their old time.

Explaining everything that had happened in her absence, how he met with Noor-Ul-Ain and how his intentions were bad, she had Almost slapped his face until he cried, the tear's that she could never handle.

He then went on about how amazing His aini is and how he had come to love her, he had apologized about all the treatment he did to her, and about how his intentions was to destroy her home. She forgave him, how could she not when he had asked her so innocently.

She went to meet him, unaware of her husband knowing about her visit to him. And now she was Infront of him, as he asked her about the fiasco of sikandar picking her up. Fawad had instantly felt jealousy when he saw his wife in the arm of another man.

"Tum mujhe awaz nhi desakti thi!, Kya zaroorat thi us se madad mangne ki?" Maya timidly looked up at him, and gulped. He looked hot being this angry at her, while sitting man spreading his thighs. Oh the sight was drool worthy. She shivered and licked her lips. She was hazy in her mind, no questions was making sense for her!

(Couldn't you call me! Why did you ask for his help?)

"Bolo bhi!" He raised his voice, making her flinch. He was shocked at her quietness. He wasn't liking it one bit. Maya nervously rolled her hair in between her fingers. " Wo..unhon ne mauqa hi nhi dia!. Mujhe really pain horahaa thaaa" she whined in the end.

(Speak up!)
(Umm, he didn't give me any chance , I really was in pain!)

"Had karti ho tum bhi maya, aise hi kisi bhi gair mard k hathon mai nhi girte" he gritted his teeth, maya was stunned. She didn't fall purposely if that's what he's implying " mai kya had karti hun! Had to ap karte hai, bol to aise rahen hai jaise maine jaan boojh kar kaha tha k sikandar mujhe goad mai uthao"

(You are impossible maya, it's not right to fall in any mans arms!)
(I am impossible? You are that! You are saying like I asked him to pick me up!)

Fawad glared at her, she too didn't avert her eyes this time" Maya fazool baten nhi karo! Mai waise hi shadeed gussa hun tum par!".she huffed and sat down on the chair" ap jaise husbands kabhi khush nhi rehte! Mujhe itni chot lagi thi or apka dhiyan fazool baat par tha! Had hai immaturity ki bhi fawad" fawad chuckled sarcastically.

(Maya, dont talk rubbish, Im already angry on you!)
(Husband's like you are never happy, I was so injured yet you are thinking about those thing! Its enough of your immaturity fawad!)

" Mai immature hun! Mai nhi immaturity tum ne ki hai! Or tum jaise biwiyan kab khush hoti hain! Aik baar Noor-Ul-Ain se rat ko baat karte hua dekha tha to kitna bara drama create kia tha tumne. Jab khud mujhe nhi dekh sakti kisi se baat karte hur to mai kaise dekh sakta hun kisi ko mer biwi ko hath lagate hue!"

(I am immature? You did the immaturity, and when are wife's like you happy in anything? You once saw me talking with Noor-Ul-Ain, did you not remember how much you drama you created! When you can't see me talking with another girl then how can I see any other man touching you!)

She glared at him " han to apne apni choice of dress Dekhi thi, mai achi tarha apke outline tak dekh sakti thi boxer ki, or wo Noor-Ul-Ain thi! Mujhe nhi pasand apka us se baat karna!" She exclaimed" right, mujhe bhi nhi Pasand aya uska tumhe hath lagana!"

(Did you see your choice for dress? I could easily see the outline of your boxer and that was Noor-Ul-Ain! I do not like her Talking to you!)
(Right, I also do not like his touch on you!)

Maya stood up, and went towards her closet, not before muttering" keh to aise rahen hai jaise wo soya ho mere sath!" In loud enough voice for him to hear, who sat stiffen on his place. Oh how dare she think of something so nonsense.

(You are saying like he slept with me!)

Fawad stood up and went towards her in large strike, he was beyond mad now and he'll show her what her big tongue can get her! He saw her taking out her night dress, he held her arm in tight grip and turned her around, making her gasp at suddenly movement.

He grip her jaw, in tight grip and brought her face closer till his lips was touching her cheek. Maya fought to be let go only for his other hand to come down on her bottom, spanking her. She immediately stopped" how dare you maya how dare you!" He dangerously whispered" mai use or tumhe donon ko zinda dafan kardunga!"

( I'll bury you and him alive!)

She gulped, her body tingled with sudden assertion of domination"c-chore mujhe" he pulled back, only a centimeter away to look dead in her wet eyes. " Kyun? Koi or chahiye" maya gasped and hit him on his chest, again trying to be away from him. He grasp her both wrist in his one big hand, and pulled it atop her head, stopping her movement completely.

(L-leave me!)
(Why, want some one else?)

He placed his thigh between her legs, trapping her while his other hand now went towards her cheeks, wiping the tear's that unknown to her had flown hearing him.

" Ro nhi maya baby, abhi to maine kuch kia hi nhi" she turned her face around and said in broken voice " apne had kardi hai! Choren mujhe Sona hai" he hummed and looked at her questioningly. "Itni jaldi?" She hummed.

(Don't cry maya baby, I didn't even do anything?)
( You've crossed the limits! Leave me I wanna sleep!)
(So early?)

He chuckled, she looked at him. He lovingly caress her jaw, and pecked on her lips, before roughly kissing her, she moaned when he squeezed her bottom, his tongue clashed with her, she instantly melted, if it wasn't because of his arms on her, she would've been on floor by now, He picked her up. And laid her down on the bed..

He hovered over her, and again claimed her lips, however she pulled away "ap..ap mujh par shak karrahe hain?" he made a noise, for being disturb and said" mai karsakta hun?" his hand sensually pulled her kameez up, she breathlessly nodded as no, he smiled and went down on his work.

(Are you doubting me?)
(Can I?)

In the moment or two, both were bare of any kind of restrictions as fawad made love to his wife, behaving as sweet and as gentle he could, he held her as she reached the highest peak of her pleasure, he held her while she trembled against him, and showered her with kisses. He may have know some facts that she's not willing to share, yet he believes in her, he loves her. He can never point his finger on her nor on sikandar, maybe she needs time to tell him everything?
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Sikandar was extremely worried for shehryar, it has been day's since shehryar had locked himself up in his room, he has been keeping his emotion's in himself, not sharing any thing with sikandar was hard for himself but somewhere in himself he wanted to control, he was in fact getting mad, knowing his mahal isn't with him, she had left him alone. Like an addicted he was with her, he was still trying to control alot!

But controlling too much was bad for him, especially if he had stopped crying, he had stopped caring! He had left everything in the hand of Allah, but he himself was away from his Maalik.

Shehryar was mare thirteen year's old! Same age as sikandar and they both were friends from their childhood. One day, sikandar had come running to shehryar, excitedly telling him about the permission he got, to visit his grandmother. shehryar was hurt, yet happy for sikandar, the boy had seen alot in such small age, and was excited or we say, was over the moon just because he get to visit somewhere.

He got permission to visit his chachu that lived near sikandar grand mother, he was over the moon to visit him early morning after spending night with sikandar on his grandmother's home!

However, he wasn't really ready for what he had seen and heard the next day, he was shocked, he was angry, an agonizing feeling was what tearing him apart, his only saviour, his only parent had died leaving him alone in that old and almost barren home of his chachu.

Shehryar was most attracted towards his only chachu, that was different from others, his chachu that was an intersex. He was the intersex/she male that couldn't decide if he was male or female, nor shehryar grandparents give a fuck about that, and had kicked his chachu out before he could hit puberty!
Yet, even after year's of his chachu leaving the family, and living on his own, he never hated anyone and had loved shehryar like his own!

His chachu, that was raped by those same men, who didn't leave sikandar either. Same day, he had whiteness his chachu blue body on his charpai bed, and in the evening when he had went to sikandar to share his pain, he was meet with blooded and passed out sikandar.

Shehryar knew no pain and fear bigger as that one! He was completely shattered. He had begged Infront of Allah to wake sikandar! Who was in coma and to bring his chachu back, he begged for those rapist to root in hell, only for them to be free on Zamaanat.

His every pray was left unanswered, his chachu never returned back nor his parents helped him burring his chachu, the thirteen years old was the one who has paid for his chachu funeral, from his own money, and he was the only one praying fathiah!

And, his another pray was unanswered, that even after waking up of sikandar, sikandar was never same, he had lost his once cheery and positive friend to someone who hated his parents! Who hated his siblings and anyone relating to them, shehryar's only friend sikandar had changed into some man he still sometimes doesn't recognize.

Where was he? Who claim to listen to his every follower? Shehryar had questioned his Allah, where was he when he needed him the most, when he needed his support the most? When he needed to vent out? Where was he when sikandar screamed for help?

That was the day, shehryar changed himself, to someone who never opened up to anyone other then sikandar, who however had still believed that whatever happened may had reason, but shehryar could never,.never after he saw the most precious men of his life suffering in most disgusting way.

Sheryar stopped going to pray namaz with sikandar, he stopped asking from his Allah, and he stopped doing every thing that made him remember that night!

His marriage with mahal had bring joy and love in his barren heart, he had immensely loved the women, who was decade younger than him, the women who had utmost believe in Allah, like she should be. He never returned to his Allah untill now!

Yet, he was the same shehryar, who was now praying in his heart, as he let his tear fall, he begged to be united with his wife again, while hoping to get what he wants this time. He may seem okay to others but it was getting hard breathing without mahal!

How can she leave him suffering in the most worst way, yet he prayed for her to be save, He has pathetically chuckled when he realized the way he had returned to his Allah, was because of his wife, he had knew it! Mahal was never to be his! She was sent to him for a reason, and he had found himself completing the reason!
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Allah bless whoever he wants, and he snatches whatever he had given, back! To whoever he wants. Ayaan was devastated with the news of his child, but he was blessed again to be a father, and it has been one month! He and azia was over the moon when they heard the news of their another pregnancy. Their family had immediately given sadqa. And to his surprise, azia again demand to go back, he was hasitating one this time, he had went against the orders of his dada jaan, for never saperating the family.

But, They, as usual were accepted and welcome wholeheartedly while his rayyan abbu had pinch his ear, saying " agai akal" and he could only nod in shame and in embarrassment!

(Came back to mind?)

And Don't get him talking about the craving and about mood swings she's having. He would have to get up early, just so he could make her fresh juice, that she only like made by him? And she would throw tanturms if its not done according to her taste, but oh how much he loves to bare all the tanturms and her annoying crying!

He really was blessed to have been gifted with so much rehmat, he was looking forward for his amazing wife to become an amazing mother, unaware of the play of destiny!
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The pain in his heart never subsided, even after trying his best to stay put, and focus on what's right, he couldn't help but hallucinate about her time to time, Shehryar was getting mad with each passing time, especially on sikandar.

Who had put whole police force into searching for his wife, his heart believes she'll return to him one day, one when he'll know where she is, one day when he won't be discriminating between Khuda or muhabbat. Shehryar had found his khuda and muhabbat in one person, he's to discriminate now. He was to be brought back to his khuda even if it was because of his wife.

He was sitting on the chair, that was in their balcony, he was smiling looking at particularly nothing, anyone seeing him would find him mad, but he was the one who know what was yet again had start playing in his mind, the early days of their marriage, especially that one particular night, where his wife was hell bent into bawling her eyes out, instead of listening to him.

He clearly remember the day, sikandar had came to their new house, the one that he had recently brought so his wife could grow up in peace, without any taunt and toxicity, sikandar came to visit them, and his wife had taken liking into discussing things with sikandar.

Shehryar never once doubted sikandar nor mahal for their intentions and their new bonding, but his heart did uneasy flips seeing mahal looking at sikandar with astonishment, with the same face she looked at him! he know it wasn't same, yet he couldn't control himself to pull mahal closer to him, much to their own amusement and embarrassment.

After sikandar left, shehryar had left mahal and was lost in his thoughts, he remembered sitting on the same chair, when mahal had came up to him, and had taken seat on his lap, where she would be snuggling into him like a cat, who just needed some warmth.

He had always loved this habbit of hers, and he pulled her more closer even if he was mad at her, he wanted her to be close to him, always! But his irritation and anger knew no bound when she started praising about how much knowledge sikandar lala had, and how he's so calm and composed!

Her sentence had him thinking she was comparing them, he turned her around suddenly, making her look at him with her eyes widen as he asked "matlab kya hai?" She confusedly nodded as no "kya matlab" her pout glistened with the pink lip balm she had, he averted his eyes " kya mai calm and composed nhi hun?"

(What do you mean?)
(What?)
(Am i not calm and composed?)

She laughed, and narrowed her eyes at him " nhi, ap bilkul nhi hain!! Ap har kisi par gussa karte hain or ap bhot Akron hain!! lekin sikan--" he looked at her lips while she muttered all the words, but slammed his on her when he heard her mouth leaving sikandar's name!

(No, you aren't! You get angry at everyone, you are egoistic! But sikan--)

She gasp and had tried to push him away, only for his hand to grip her both hands behind her back, completely stopping her from struggling! She tried stopping him, but his lips only moved fastly and passionately against her, her almost no knowledge to any Martial things were close to zero, and she couldn't understand his this affection.

Shehryar pulled away, after pecking her lips, her breathless state did things that he shouldn't be feeling, he pulled her to his chest and hugged her closer "mere samne kisi ki tareef nhi kia karo" her eyes had the tear's that he just wiped away and sat with her, she sniffled and in a minute or two she was crying. Shehryar was stunned as he heard her sobbing loudly.

(Don't praise anyone Infront of me!)

He was that bad while kissing? He doesn't know what made her cry, untill her small punches on her chest and inchorant words about bad shehryar was heard. Shehryar tried lifting her face up that was ducked, but she stood up from him and ran inside the room crying, leaving him astonished.

He ran after her, but she had her face downwards and she was crying on his pillow, he sit beside her and gently ran his fingers on her opened hairs, she harshly pushed his hands away, and screamed at him"JAE YAHAN SE" and he could still remember his fear! It was the first time he had gotten this jealous and had kissed his barely adult of a wife, who was now crying while hiccuping.

(LEAVE FROM HERE!)

He quietly stood up and went to kitchen, to make her something, mahal had always been thankful for small thing's and one of those was him cooking for her, for make her forgive him, he had cooked her food, after almost an hour later, when he went towards his room, he saw mahal standing Infront of mirror, eyes red and swollen as she was examining her lips.

He went near her, she ignored him, he looked closely to see a cut, that he had given to her unintentionally, he gulped. His emotions all over the place as the thought she was crying in pain! That he had given to her after being jealous like some teen boy. His tear's flowing down, got mahal attention. She saw him standing there as he silently cried. He heart felt uneasy seeing her man crying for the first time.

mahal placed her hand on his shoulder, and patted it. He immediately hugged her closet to him, and his heavy sobs broke out "I-im so-sorryy...pa-pata nhi ka-kya hogaya t-tha" shehryar,.in a broken voice said to mahal.

(Im sorry, I don't know what happened)

Her pout got bigger and she asked him innocently "apne mujhe kyun kata" he sniffled and bite his smile before pulling back. "Maine kab kata" he asked her in utmost fake concern. She showed him her lips saying " ye dekhen. Khoon araha hai!" He fake gasped and touch the cut with his finger. "Aww. Maine kia..mai sahi kardun?" And she innocently nodded.

(Why did you bite me?)
(When did I?)
(See, it's bleeding!)
(Aw, I did it? Should I make it better?)

He stepped closer, till his front was flushed against her, she nervously fiddled with his kameez, and held it. He softly put his lips on her cut, without moving, and licked it slightly, and pecking it again, he pulled away. "dekho? Sahi hai!" She was red. She nodded in embarrassment, she doesn't know what he did, but she was aware it must be something that her mother was teaching her days ago!

(See, Its okay!)

Shehryar smile had vanished, as he remembered himself being toxic from the time he first realized he loved her,. He realized he had captured her with himself without giving her chance to explore her life, he beliefs. He had always been the one who was forced on her not the other way around. In all the love, he had forgotten about the suffocation she must be feeling living with him.

He looked up at the dark sky of night, with tear filled eyes as he whispered her name again and again, as if to summon her! Yet, he had left the matter, maybe she needed time to think if she loves him and wants to leave him, but he was sure of one thing, If mahal had decided to not love him anymore, he hereby took the oath to never let her go, he may be alone to be pulled back in right path, yet he'll never leave mahal! Not now, not ever!
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Assalamualaikum....

Firstly, I talked about intersex not transgender, Its intersex that Allah has created not transgender.

I've read alot about this before I mentioned it. Even if I made mistake then do correct me!

Secondly, that is the harsh reality for she males, They had to go through these type of thing, especially in the country of asia! South asia especially!!

Congratulations! Azia's having another one!! Clap clap!

Shehryar was always toxic and possessive, now he's going to think of time's and cry!

It was a looong chapter, I almost died editing it!!

From now on, All chapters will have 2000, or 3000, or 4000 words! Ima end this one soooonnn

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