Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"I will always be there for you and nothing will happen to you," He assured her.

"Stop crying, Zahra. Stop please just stop for me. I can't afford to see you cry."

Zahra tried hard and took a deep breath to calm herself. She sniffed and wiped her tears.

Someone knocked on the door and she immediately cut the call, composing herself.

"Come in"

Ammara entered and saw the blotched face of her daughter. She sat beside her and soothingly caressed her cheeks.

"He gave us two days to convince their grandson for the marriage" she whispered.

"Mama I don't care we will leave this haveli today but first I need to talk to Irtaza," she said. She was internally feeling happy and strong. Daniyal was holding her back this thought was enough for her to be strong but what rekindled her hope was the fact that soon she will get rid of him as he had already rejected her.

"I am not here to convince you to convince him but-"

"Mama we will think later about what to do but first I need to talk to him. I will be right back." She immediately stood up and made her way straight to his room.

She entered once again without knocking. She was feeling much better and stronger after talking to Daniyal. Her hope and determination were rekindled.

She saw him sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his phone, his long legs spreaded.

She cleared her throat gaining his attention. He turned and look towards her and placed his phone beside him on the sofa.

"Close the door" he pointed with his fingers.

Her eyes widened. She on purpose didn't close the door because she was scared of being alone with him in the same room.

"You said that you do not want to marry me," She said without closing the door.

"Hmm I said that," he said and stood up to his full height.

She began to fidget with her fingers. Her subconscious once again clicked it and warned her of something bad was going to happen.

"So-"

"But I also said that," he said while taking off his coat slowly, "either you will be my wife or my prostitute." He threw his coat on the sofa without looking at her.

The ground slipped under her feet. Her face paled. She knew where it was all going to go.

 Her lips turned white. All the life left her legs making them jelly-like. Her heart began to throb in her chest as utter fear engulfed her nerves. She could feel goosebumps rise all over her body and they grew when she saw stepping him towards her as if he was about to pounce her.

"But you said you don't want to marry me," she said stepping back. Her voice was little.

"Yes, I said that, and now it means I want to make you my personal whore."

Her breathing increased when he was just two feet away from her. Her senses locked again. She felt like she was standing in the lion's den. But then Daniyal words rang in her ears.

'Whenever he tries to come near you just run or hide.'

She immediately turned, opened the door wide, and ran. She must have taken two steps out of the room when someone gripped her hair and dragged her back to the room. And that someone was none other than him.

He threw her on the bed and locked the door.

Click

Click

Her eyes widened and her throat choked. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her already paled face became more yellow when she heard those two clicks.

She stood up and barged towards the door. She can't be alone with him. She pounced on him and tried to reach for the lock when he tightly cupped her cheeks puckering her lips.

"Do ya want me to slap the shit out of ya?" He questioned menacingly.

The voice of his slap resonated in her mind and she shooked her head frantically.

"Then retreat your hand back," he said pointing towards her hand which was on the lock. She swiftly retreated her hand back.

Her senses always freeze whenever he was around her. She wasn't able to think straight about what she should do. Her body only shook with fear as it was shaking now.

He released her cheeks and she scooted back immediately, her back hitting the wall.

He was eyeing her from head to toe. Her whole form was shaking by now. Fat tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her lips were quivering and her face was red. Her dupatta was now not covering anything and her hair got opened when he dragged her back to the room. Her scalp once again was burning in pain. And her cheeks were red at the place where he dug her fingers in.

"Strip," he said taking in her whole form.

"Wh..at?" Her voice came out shaky and small. She was baffled. Completely startled. Her legs were hardly holding her weight now. Her breath came out shuddery and shaky.

She was appalled at what he said. Danger bells began to ring in her brain and her eyes were almost out of their sockets.

"Should I do it myself then?" He questioned and within two strides stood right in front of her. She moved more back into the wall. Tears were rolling freely down her eyes.

Tears

When you are overwhelmed over something and when that emotion is at its peak a salty liquid fills your eyes as a response to that emotion your heart, felt. There are many types of tears.

Tears of happiness

Tears of sorrow

Tears of misery

Tears of regret

Tears of depression

But her eyes right now were crying out

Tears of pure terror.

This emotion of fear overwhelmed her to a point that tears of complete fear and horror floated down her cheeks.

"Why are y..ou-" she couldn't complete her sentence and big sobs began to rack her whole form.

"Practice baby practice" he placed his one hand on the wall and moved closer to her. One move and their lips will touch.

She was now shaking like a leaf with fear. Her brain messed up and her heart raced. She fisted her hands to control her shivering body. She tried hard to control her sobs but they were jolting her body so hard that their lips will touch.