Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (best books to read for women .TXT) 📖

"Yahya!" she gasped with her closed eyes as the pleasure took over her senses.

The name uttered from her mouth made Umer stop his movements. He looked at her with sharp gaze, as the rage started building in.

Is she really expecting him?

She wants her body to be touched by him?

He thought, not able to control fury.

She opened her eyes as she felt the moment being disrupted, as he froze in his place.

What? She thought in confusion as she looked at his face. 
His eyes which were already looking at her, burned with so much intensity that she felt terror while looking into his ocean blue orbs.

With a fuming face he grabbed his shirt and strode out of the room with thudding steps.

I'm confusion she held her head in her both hands.

She was really feeling him, Yahya. His sight was right in front of her eyes. How could it be Umer? 
It took her a minute to realize that she fantasizing her old dreams into his real touch. 
She felt embarrassed for calling out his name while in real Umer was with her. How can she be so stupid to call out Yahya's name, the man who betrayed her.
But she didn't felt worried for Umer, it was just fear which was clouding her mind. 
It was like Umer deserved it, at least that's what she thought. She wanted him to suffer, no matter the way.

If he was hurt by this, then it was a joy for her.

But she really needed to control herself. If she ever get caught again in his dreams, fantasizing such thoughts, then it's not just embarrassing but disgusting too. She really shouldn't think about him again. 
After all Umer was her husband, it doesn't mean that she can betray him too if he betrayed her. They both were adults and we're responsible for their own actions.

She wore her shirt back and looked in the mirror. He really applied the ointment with interest after imprinting it with all his might, she thought.

She packed her bags, collected their all stuff from the room in two hours. She always loved packing, either going for a short trip or going abroad, but she was always afraid of skipping something behind so that's why her mother never let her pack on her own. 
But since she came to Umer's house, her all interests were changed. She didn't enjoy anything anymore.

"Let's leave" he called out as he came inside to pick up the bags.

She rushed to take her scarf and wear her shoes, and after taking her bag she followed him behind. As they got out of the room, the waiter took their bags, as to be placed in the car.

They got downstairs by the elevator and sat in the backseat of car, heading to the airport. 
She wrapped the scarf around her neck as the ointment dried out, to hide the mark.

After a long hour flight, they finally stepped on the sandy land of Dubai. The temperature here was not as cold as in turkey. 
It was warming weather. Ayleen felt herself tired more than usual. She subsided the thought by thinking that it might be due to her restless sleep.

With heavy eyes and tiring heart, she returned to her prison. Umer as usual being a busy man, returned to his office to take over his work which he had to put on his secretary's shoulder for a week.

She unpacked the bags and placed everything in order. She looked at the shopping which they brought from turkey. Everything was beautiful and attractive, but it didn't lighten up her eyes. She looked at the things in sorrow, and held her face on frustration at reminder of bitter memories which also accompanied her from there. 
They meant nothing to her, these luxuries made her go insane. She didn't need any of it. She just wanted a simple independent life where only her own world existed. Where she could do everything she wanted, things which she dreamt of doing, things which she sacrificed in her teenage.

But he ruined it. He snatched each tit bits of her happiness from her but she knew it by heart that she will not let him conquer her. She will get her freedom and that's also soon. 
In thoughts she placed the things in the cupboard like any other stacks of random things.

*

She made dinner for him and hurried upstairs before his arrival to sleep early before he come again to invade her. 
She knew it that she can't escape him but still her frail efforts gave her sort of comfort and hope. 
She covered herself with the rug and closed her eyes tightly as she heard the honk of his car and opening of large gates.

She could hear the steps coming upstairs and then slowly towards their room. 
She held her breath and her heart starting beating violently against her ribcage.

He opened the door and was surprised to see the off lights. She never slept this much early, he thought. 
He was still upset due to the mornings happening. He closed the door behind him and placed his bag on the couch beside the wall. He took slow steps towards her and leaned in her face to see her closely. 
One look and he realized that sh was not sleeping but he kept playing and she didn't moved.

"You never slept this early which clearly says that you are avoiding me....Well breath darling or you might suffocate yourself in fear" He whispered to her with a smirk.

She hardly gulped down his words.

"Well you should avoid me! Because I'm least in the mood, because of your stupidity this morning. I hope I let go of it or else you'll suffer darling or he might" he seethed through his teeth, gritting the last words. 
She cuddled herself more in the sleep trying to shrink under his heated gaze. 
He patted on her cheek and then placed a kiss lightly. The blush creeping up her cheeks made him more sure that she was actually not sleeping.

He then got up on his feet and slid his hand inside his pocket to take out something. 
He took out a bottle and placed it sharply on the bedside table making a loud thud noise, he wanted her attention.