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This was it? Was it really going to be like this? It was destined to be like this! Why? Why me? I was not ready! Even though I wanted to give this marriage a chance but I was not prepared for it.

My breaths were shallow. Tears were profusely leaking. But he had no effect?

Was he heartless? Why was he so cruel?

He started kissing me. With his one hand firmly holding my jaw and the other on my stomach, caressing it now and then slightly.

His kiss was demanding. He squashed my jaw hard, making me moan in pain. He takes full advantage and shoves his tongue inside my mouth and expertly explore my mouth. I was trying to wriggle out from under him, but his viselike grip on my waist and stomach was keeping me in place.

His one hand grasping my jaw, the other on my waist. My hands tied, my face held firmly in place, and his hips restraining me.

I was completely helpless and totally on his Mercy.

His erection was against my stomach, I could feel it.

I felt my heart sinking.

He started placing kisses on my jaw and neck now, while his both hands were on my waist holding me down. I was panting.

I started pleading again, as my mouth was free, finally.

He was kissing my neck, and my breath hitched as his hands made their way inside my shirt. He was caressing my stomach, and then moved his hand upward, on to my chest.

My breath stopped for a second. I looked up at him from where his hand was, pleading him with my eyes. But he was not affected.

'please! I am sorry. Mai kabhi kuch nahi karungi but please.' I started crying with hiccups.

(I'll not do anything again)

he looked at me in the eyes and shook his head.

' it's too late Noor.' He said, got up and lifted my shirt up. Removing it completely off my body, and threw it across the room.

I was exposed in front him. No!

I was left in my pale blue Lacy bra. No please!

He looked down at me, and my breathing was decreasing gradually. He had a hungry look in his eyes, which made me to want to run for the hills.

Before I could get up and run, he was over me, And had me pinned down by his body.

We both were naked!

He unclipped my bra, and peeled it off,
I was exposed. He again started placing feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin and my neck. He started trailing kisses down on to my cleavage then to my breasts.

He looked up at me, then again dipped his head into my neck, where as his thumb rolls the end of my nipple, elongating it. I took a sharp breath in.

My skin was burning. I felt light headed. I wanted to scream, I wanted to stop him. But I had no strength. I knew it was a lost case. I was wretched.

I was helpless, and I knew he wasn't going to stop.

I cried internally, as I clasped the sheets tighter, from above my head.
He did the same with my other nipple. Where as I was weeping on my miseries.

Why was he not pitying on my state? Rehem kiu nahi khaate mujh per? I am his Wife!

I cried out and almost convulsed, when he took my nipple in his warm mouth, and tugged at it, hard.

He continued this slow unbearable assault of his. As my nipples beared the brunt torture of his skilful fingers and mouth.

I shut my eyes in pure anguish. It was getting out of hand. Unbearable! Deathly.

Every nerve of mine was screaming in agony. I never wanted it. At least not like this.

He didn't stop, until he was satisfied. Whereas I was blankly staring at the ceiling, it felt as a friend to look up to in the worst situations.

He kissed my lips, again. Then without taking his eyes off mine, he grabbed the waistband of my pyjama, and slide them down from my waist to thighs then further down, before they are completely removed. I looked away.
Unable to look down at him, who's the sole reason of my uncountable miseries.

I was only left in my panties.

He stood up, and started removing his belt. Whereas I looked at the side lamp, which was the only source of light in the dark gloomy room.

I could hear him removing his pants. And my breathing became ragged, as my heart started thumping loudly.

Was it really going to happen?

After removing his pants, and surely his boxer briefs, he tried removing my panties, but I closed my legs, making it difficult.
He himself pushed my legs apart and slid my panties off easily, making me cry my heart out.

he then leaned down, his both hands on either side of me, hovering me. He was looking at me. Even though I had my eyes closed, I still felt it.

' Noor, ankhe kholo.' his voice was rough, but with a hint of softness in it.

(Open your eyes)

I was still weeping with closed eyes, and didn't open them, when he told me.

He sighed, then placed his hand on my thigh, sliding it upwards, making me breath heavily. When his hand cupped my sex, I instantly opened my eyes wide, scared. He evilly grinned down at me and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

' relax. Calm yourself down, werna zyada dard hoga.' he warned softly.

(Or else it'll hurt alot)

I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love?

He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex.

I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped.

I looked at him, trying one last time.

' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out.

(Don't do this right now)

He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear.

' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.'

(Relax yourself)

I shook my head, but my world stopped, when he, without a warning, slammed right into me.

'Aarghh' I cried out in utmost pain, as he ripped through my virginity. I instinctively brought my hands down, between us as I tried shoving him off me.

' please, bohat dard horaha hai. Nahi karain.' I begged, looking directly in his intense black eyes.

(It hurts alot. Don't do it)

He just gazed down at me, and eased out of me. I winced, but felt relieved, as he was leaving me, but then he again thrusted deep into me, making me scream in excruciating discomfort.

He groaned, his breathing was harsh and fast.

It felt as if my whole body was on fire!

He shifts onto his elbows, so I was pinned down completely. I was pressed down, I could feel his weight on me. He did it, to hold me down!

He waited a couple of seconds, to let me adjust, I guess. Then he starts moving slowly, at first, but when I still, tried to protest and begged him, he speeded up.
Pounding deeply into me, mercilessly, with a relentlessly, harsh rhythm.

I cried out with each thrust. I felt pain. Just pure pain. I didn't know when he was going to end this torture. I even had no idea, how I was coping up with him.

He didn't hear my cries and pleas, just continued.

He was thrusting on and on, deep inside me.

I was just waiting for this torture to end!

With each powerful thrust, the pain increased ten times more. He was rough and fast. I was not able to cope up with his harsh thrusts.

He leaned down and kissed me, drinking down all my pleas as I cry over my sorrows. Then he shifted slightly, and I felt something weird building deep inside of me, as the time passed, and his thrusts became more brutal and worst, the strong waves of sensation started hitting me.

My body stiffened, I felt my legs quivering, it felt weird, very weird.

What was happening to me? Why I felt like this? What was this strange feeling? I wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible!

I started shaking, and grabbed his muscular arms tightly, stabilizing myself, Arman noticed it and kissed me on my lips.

' sab theek hai! Just let go.' He whispered, tugging at my nipple.

(Everything's fine)

I didn't understand what he was saying. So I looked at him confused and still weeping.

' just relax.' 

I took a deep breath, and fell apart under him, convulsing and shattering into million pieces. I was left breathless, panting hard, I tried to slow my thumping heart, as he was still, shoving his erection deep inside of me.

I was exhausted, I had no strength left. I wanted to scream at him to stop, but I had no strength to even move a muscle.
I felt weak, and sleepy. My whole body ached. My legs felt numb. My sex was throbbing in extreme pain, but he didn't care, he was just forcing his rights on me.

He was pure cruel.

After agonizing minutes, he again slammed hard into me and stilled, finding his release, he emptied himself into me.

Mai bhi dekhta hu kese tum pregnant nahi hoti!

I was still breathing heavily, I opened my eyes, he had his forehead against mine, his eyes were closed. He was breathing raggedly.

He was still inside me!

After couple of minutes, when his breathing became normal, he opened his eyes, and looked straight into mine. Dark and pleased.

I looked away, breaking the eye contact. I felt used. But the torture finally ended. I was relieved.

I wanted to hide and cry. Cry my heart out.  I wanted to yell. I wanted to tell the world that he was cruel. I wanted everyone to know, he was sick.

' abhi ye khatam nahi hua.' he stated and started pounding inside me.

(It is not over yet)

The whole night passed, with him drinking all my pleas, cries and whimpers as he fucked me brutally and mercilessly.

It was when we heard a faint fajr call, when he stopped.

He kissed my forehead then lips, and sat up. Pulling himself out of me, I winced.
He noticed it too, and he looked at me in the eyes, he had no regret, there was no remorse in his eyes.

I shoved him off me and tried to get up, but I was sore. I felt stinging pain in my legs.

I was drained off energy! I felt weak.

He stood up, untied my hands and covered me with the quilt. Then made his way inside the bathroom.

Whereas I just laid there, blank. Moaning in pain. And rubbing my wrist to ease the pain.

Couple of minutes later he returned, showered, and in fresh trousers. He came towards me and tried to make me stand, but suddenly I felt dizzy, and collapsed on the bed. Before I fainted, I heard Arman called out to me.

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I woke up, as the rays of sun fell onto me from the window.

I shut my eyes and groaned. And as a thunderstorm, all the memories from last night came back with full force.

I looked down and saw I was in Arman's dress shirt from yesterday. I wanted to get rid of the dirt and the events that took place last night.

I wanted to cry but I felt weak. My throat was dry. I tried moving, but ended up wincing.

I again tried, and with difficulty I stood up, but again dizziness hit me with full force and I collapsed down onto the floor, as a shriek left my mouth.

Arman came running from the balcony, it looked as if he was on a call, as he cut the call, telling that he'll talk later.

I pushed myself back. And tried getting up with the support of bed, but my legs felt like jelly, and due to which I again fell in the floor. I groaned in pain, whereas Arman came right in front of me, picked me up and placed me on the bed, even after lots of protests from my side.

' chorain. Hath na lagain mujhe.' I pushed myself back on the bed.

(Leave. Don't touch me)

' Noor. Relax. Tumhe araam ki zarurat hai.' He spoke softly. He looked at peace. He had no lines of frown on his forehead today.

(You need to rest)

'Kesa araam? Maine nahi Sunni apki baat.' I yelled and stood up from the bed, ready to go past him, but he grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed as he hovered over me.

(Which rest? I'm not going to listen to you!)

' Noor. Abhi tum takleef Mai ho. Bacho jesi harkate na karo.' He harshly spoke, gripping my shoulders tightly, holding me down, flat on the bed.

( You're in pain right now. Don't act like a child)

Tears started flowing down, Arman wiped my tears and spoke in a soft voice.

' try to understand. Abhi esi halat nahi hai tumhari.'

(You're not in a good state.)

'esi halat ke zimmedar bhi aap hain.' I  tried to push him off me, but he was very heavy.

(And you're responsible for my this state)

' Aamina is bringing your breakfast here. Eat it and sleep.' he ordered and got off me, not before placing a kiss on my forehead.

'zehr laade, esi Zindagi se to nijaat milegi.' I mumbled, standing up to go to the bathroom

(Bring poison. Ill get rid of this life)

Much to my dismay, Arman heard it. Grabbing my elbow he made me face him.

' bakwas nahi Karo. If you don't want a repeat of last night, right now.' He threatened.

(Don't talk rubbish)

I glared at him and pulled my hand out of his hold, and ran to the bathroom even with the excruciating pain in my body.

When I came out of the washroom, I saw Arman sitting on the couch typing away on his phone, a tray full of breakfast, placed in front of him on the coffee table.

'betho yaha.' he patted the place next to him on the couch.

(Sit here)

I just went and sat next to him where he asked. I had no strength to fight him, not right now.

'khao.' he gestured to the tray of breakfast.

(Eat)

I just glared at him, but nonetheless pulled the tray towards me.

Does he think of me as his puppet?

Without any argument I ate and stood up ready to take the tray down when he called me out.

'kaha ja rahi ho?'

(Where are you going?)

'neeche.' I replied, with no emotions.

(Downstairs)

'tum kahi nahi jaa rahi, araam karo.' He ordered.

(You are not going anywhere. Go rest)

As if I'm going to listen to him!

' Azan ka-.' Arman cut me in.

' wo school ja chuka hai.'

(He already went to school)

' Meri class hai aj, important.' I tried to argue. And made my way to the door.

(I have a class today)

' Noor! I want you in bed now. Werna ussi bed se bandh dunga.' He threatened. I gulped and put the tray back. Making my way to the bed wincing, I got in the covers and tried to sleep.

(Or else I'll tie you up to the same bed)

I felt empty. Hollow.

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I know many of you were expecting him to be gentle. But he was not. It was planned guys. Before starting this story, i had already planned it.

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