Ayaan turned her to face him. His breath came ragged, his eyes dark with emotion as they lingered on her lips.
“I’ll ask just once more, Zara. Do you want me to stop?” he said, his voice was rough and unsteady. Zara only moaned his name when his lips teased her dangerously.
“Do you want me, Zara?” Ayaan asked her and Zara nodded her head and her heart started pounding. She wanted to feel him, to lose herself in him, to surrender every piece of her love to him. She wanted to be his — Ayaan’s Zara in every way and parted her lips as he kissed her.
Ayaan parted from the kiss and his lips moved up to her ear lobe with a peck, before he removed her earrings. He stepped behind her and kissed her nape before removing the jewels. His palm grazed her arm sensually and slid the bangles to the floor. His fingers moved to her shoulder looking for the pin holding the dupatta that followed next.
Zara stood before him only in her blouse and the long heavy skirt, the nuptial chain dangling on her chest. She felt shy and cast her gaze to the floor. Ayaan’s finger pressed under her chin to raise her head and his fingers traced her face, trailed to her neck and stopped on her chest. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss on her chest, his lips lingering a little longer. In a swift motion he carried her in bridal style to their bedroom in the first floor. Ayaan kicked the door open and the bed was decorated and the soft glow of the night lamp gave a romantic vibe.
He let her stand next to bed, discarded his shirt, belt and knelt before behind her. Zara held the skirt in her fist feeling his lips on her bare lower back, his lips moved up and he unclasped every hook until he reached her nape. Zara’s chest was heaving with all the attention he was giving her, the way he touched her like a delicate doll.
Ayaan kissed her collarbone before he pushed the sleeve of her blouse. Zara’s hands moved on reflex to hold them on her chest but Ayaan moved to her front and removed her hands letting the blouse slip off her body. Zara closed her eyes feeling his gaze on her.
His hormones were high and he wanted to devour her as he looked at her treasures, he was growing extremely tight in his pant. The way her chest heaved drove him crazy. He placed his palm on her waist and pulled her closer, a gasp escaped her lips and he grunted as their bare upper bodies were pressed against each other.
Everything faded around them, as he touched her as if he was memorizing and worshipping every inch of her body in his mind. Zara curled her toes when the skirt pooled at her feet and she stood in black tights. Ayaan wound his hand around her waist, started kissing her and before she knew, they were on the bed, Ayaan was hovering her.
” You need not give in just because we are married. I swear, I would wait as long as you want. Tell me wifey, do you want me to stop? Because once I taste you tonight, I’ll crave you every night, in my bed, in my arms. There will be no going back, Mrs. Ayaan. I’ll own you, all of you so I will give you one last chance to decide. ” Ayaan said and looked into her eyes which held him captivated.
” I want you Ayaan, I want to be yours ” Zara replied and the next moment Ayaan pressed himself onto her, his lips kissing and nibbling on her pulse as she squirmed under him while his palm groped on her bosoms. Zara bit her lip hard and a loud moan escaped her mouth and she arched her back when his lips latched on to her buds. Her moans felt like a music, one he never wanted to stop listening to. He ravished her bosoms leaving marks that would turn purple by morning. With a groan his lips moved further down to her abdomen, showering kisses on her waist and teasing her navel. He stood by the edge of the bed only to pull down the tights and smirked on seeing the lace panty which he took no time to rip, leaving her bare to his eyes.
” You look exquisite, a fucking seductress ” he muttered and started kissing her smooth leg. Zara was a mess with his administrations. He held her thigh over his shoulder and without a warning buried himself between her legs. Zara gasped and held his hair as her breathe hitched the way his tongue and finger did magic into her.
Ayaan did not stop until she reached her high. Wiping his lips with his arm, Ayaan raised his head to look at the woman whom he had made a mess. She looked dangerously beautiful and she was trying to catch her breathe.
” That was my first orgasm ” Zara said feeling shy and Ayaan chuckled, his chest swelled with pride that he has been her first. Zara watched him discard his clothes and averted her gaze feeling shy.
” Look at me ” Ayaan said, his voice carried a command that Zara couldn’t deny. She looked at him and gulped seeing naked form a man for the first time. Ayaan hovered her and once again started kissing her before he rubbed his length on her core. A chill shivers ran down her spine and she bit her lips as he pushed inside her. His eyes were only on hers, he didn’t rush, made sure she was feeling comfortable and slowly he pushed himself completely inside her. A sharp scream escaped her lips that he muffled with his kiss. He was stayed still until she was ready, Zara bobbed her head that she was fine and only then Ayaan pulled started moving.
Ayaan was totally smitten and lost in her from the way she was moaning, touching his chest, his face and when her thumb touched his lips he sucked on it instantly. With every thrust he was losing himself. She looked at him with her innocent eyes like he was her world and was surrendering to him.
” You are mine and only mine. Who own you Zara, answer me ? ” he asked like he was possessed by her.
Zara wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed his lips, ” You own me Ayaan, I m yours, only yours ” she replied through her moans as he pounded into her.
” Yes….yes… you are mine wifey, only mine ” he said and groaned as she reached her high and her walls clenched around him. With one few quick and one long strong thrust he followed her and their bodies shook shuddering from the climax. Ayaan pulled out her and kiss her forehead before he plopped on her, his face on her heaving chest.
A few seconds later, Ayaan lifted his head and looked at her. She was glowing, her eyes shimmered with emotions he couldn’t decipher. A soft smile curved her lips and tears brimmed in her eyes as her trembling hands reached for his face.
Zara couldn’t hold back her heart any longer, it was screaming her love for him.
“I love you, Ayaan. I love you so much,” she whispered, pressing a tender kiss on his cheek.
Ayaan froze at her confession. Though knew her love, hearing it from her lips shattered every wall he had built inside. She looked innocent, divine, pure and his. His gaze drifted to the nuptial chain resting on her chest, then back to her eyes. They pleaded silently and he wanted to kiss those eyes, wipe away her tears, hold her close and tell her that she had finally broken through the barriers around his heart and that she had won.
But he did nothing.
His mind dragged him back to the memory of his first love, his ex-girlfriend’s body torn apart in the explosion and his jaw tightened. She didn’t deserve that death. He didn’t deserve the pain of losing her. His family didn’t deserve all those breakdowns. His mother didn’t deserve to give up on her dreams. And now, he wouldn’t let anything come in the way of his revenge… not even his own feelings.
“Why did you have to confess now? You must be in pain and I haven’t even cared for you yet. We could have cuddled to sleep, carry this memory forever. This night could have been perfect… until I ruin us in the morning.” he thought, forcing down the ache burning in his chest.
With a quick motion, he got off the bed and reached for his boxers.
Zara felt her heart shatter as he moved away from her. She quickly grabbed the sheet and covered herself, her eyes following him in disbelief as he reached for his pants.
“Ayaan… what happened? I’m sorry. Did I upset you? Please, come back… please hold me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking as fear and confusion trembled through her body. The thought of him rejecting her tore at her heart.
Ayaan clenched his jaw. His heart screamed at him to stop, to turn around and take her in his arms but he silenced it. Instead, he stood at the edge of the bed, one hand shoved into his pocket, his face cold and unreadable, carrying a faint, cruel smirk.
Zara sat clutching the sheet to her chest, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.
“You love me? That’s funny. You actually thought I could ever love someone like you?” Ayaan scoffed, letting out a low, mocking chuckle.
He moved toward the nightstand, poured a glass of water, and extended it to her but Zara shook her head, refusing to take it.
“Ayaan… you’re scaring me, It’s okay if you don’t love me now. I’ll wait however long it takes. We’re married, and we have a lifetime ahead of us.” she whispered and her voice trembled.
Ayaan turned his face away, his throat tightening. He gulped hard and blinked the tears before turning back toward her, masking every trace of the pain that threatened to surface.
“I didn’t want to do this now, but since you’ve started, let’s finish it. Tell me, Zara why do you think I married you?” Ayaan said through gritted teeth,.
Before she could respond, he was beside her in one swift move, one knee pressed into the bed, his hand gripping her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him.
“I married you to ruin you. Every bit of this, our marriage, my affection, everything was a trap to pull you in. You thought you could hide forever after you killed my girl friend ? I saw the photo. I dug into your past. You’re the daughter of the man who killed her. I know you’ve been lurking around me, working in my office, pretending to be innocent but I’ll never let you succeed. Tell me who sent you. What’s your plan this time?” he asked and his hand moved from her jaw to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
“Answer me. Who’s behind all this? What’s your next move?” he asked and Zara froze, her eyes wide in shock, her heart splintering as his words struck her like daggers.
“Still pretending to be innocent? Keep acting, but remember, I won’t let you or anyone touch my family. I’ll destroy anyone who dares. I’ll ruin you for what you did to my family. I hate that you even share her name.” Ayaan sneered.
His tone dropped, dark and cold. “Until I uncover the truth, you’ll stay in this house as my obedient, loving wife. You’ll smile, you’ll play the part, and you’ll be watched every minute of every day. If you dare tell my family anything, you’ll regret being born to that bastard father of yours.” he said and released her roughly. He picked up a painkiller from the nightstand, and turned back to her.
“The news of our marriage is out. Whoever you’re working for will try to make their next move, so your phone, laptop, everything you owned before our wedding stays with me. From now on, you’ll be the perfect billionaire’s wife, beautiful, elegant, and smart. I know you’ll manage that part well… you’ve been acting for months.” he said held her chin firmly.
“Now take this tablet. After all, you’re my wife and I was raised to take care of my woman.” he said and forced the tablet into her mouth and made her swallow it, patting her cheek.
“Good girl, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. I’ll take care of you… but this place, this life….you’re just a placeholder.” he said bitterly and stormed out of the room.
Zara sat frozen, her mind numb. Tears streamed down her face as her world fell apart. Slowly, she got out of bed, clutching the sheet around her shattered dignity. Her trembling hands searched for the switch, and when the lights flickered on, she froze.
A portrait of his girl friend hung on the wall opposite to the bed.
Her gaze shifted to the bed, to the bloodstained sheet and reality hit her like a blade through the heart.
A strangled scream escaped her lips as she clutched her hair, collapsing onto the floor in anguish, her cries echoing through the villa.
Outside, Ayaan stood motionless, his back against the wall, listening to her screams. His entire body trembled. His breath came short and ragged. He shut his eyes tightly, but her voice broken and pleading echoed in his head.
He stumbled into the guest bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping under the cold water. The image of Zara’s tear-streaked face, the woman he had just destroyed, haunted him. He gripped his hair in agony as his own tears mixed with the water.
” I’m a sinner, and I’m sorry. Let God burden me with every pain in this world for what I’ve done to you ” he mumbled and his heart felt like it was being torn apart from within. The sound of her sobs from the next room grew louder, suffocating him. His chest tightened, his breathing quickened, he knew what was coming. Panic clawed at him.
The attacks that had gone silent since Zara entered his life returned with a brutal force, tearing him apart. His vision slowly began to blur, and his whole body trembled.
He stumbled toward the nightstand, yanked open the drawer, and grabbed the pill bottle. His hands shook violently as he swallowed one— the tablet he had sworn never to touch again.
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