chapter 3

He had laid me down in the mattress and was hovering over me, sucking and biting my cleavage when I pushed him away with all my strength.

"Get off me," I shouted.

He stumbled back for he was not accepting this sudden attack from me. He looked at me with a flustered expression on his face. Then it changed to one of irritation and then to displeasure and at last it morphed into indignation.

All this while I was trying to control my heart from stopping beating.

"What the hell Arya?" I heard him howling.

"I told you not to do this," I said in an accusing tone.

"One night won't kill you, Arya." His voice held a sharp edge to it.

"But we decided-"

He cut me off in the middle, "we did not sign a fucking contract. That you are behaving like this. Don't make a fuss."

"I'm not making a fuss," I hollered loudly.

"Keep your voice down," he said, in such a warning voice that set my body on shivering.

"I'm not gonna beg you for this. If that is what you want," he said and walked away from me. And out of the door.

"What about Tom?" I questioned loudly, after getting hold of myself, when he was out of the door.

He turned around sharply.

"What about Tom?" He repeated.

"What you did to him? Why don't you tell me about him?" I inquired.

I didn't know why I was talking about Tom right then. I just wanted to have the last words in the argument. I did not like what he had said earlier about not begging.

I am messed up.

"He is a fucking bastard. Anything else you want to know about him?"

When I did not speak for long he stormed out of the room.

A loud sob cracked my body. I was being delusional and what I was doing, I knew, was unreasonable.

He had every right to get mad at me.

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Next morning, I woke up and found he was not in the bed. I walked in the lounge and found him sleeping on a sofa with his one leg dangling downward. I placed his leg on the sofa and covered him with a duvet.

After that I made breakfast, I saw him getting up from the sofa and without looking at me he went inside our room and after half an hour came all ready to go to office. He again did not spare me a single glance and walked out.

I probably deserve this!

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Next week passed like this. He would ignore me altogether as if I don't even exist.

I was unable to concentrate on my studies even. My mind would always be stuck in him.

I should go visit a doctor as soon as possible.

I said to myself and immediately changed my clothes and went to a nearby infirmary.

After consulting the gnyecologist, I got contraceptive pills and came back home.

In the evening, Alim returned from the office and did his work ignoring me one other time.

"Alim." I approached him with the tray of food in my hand and put it on the table.

"Alim," I called again when he did not reply to me.

"I'm sorry," I said in an apologetic manner.

I knew what I was doing was pathetic but still...

Before I was afraid of talking to him for I felt like he would demand the same thing but now I was craving him. Not just his company in the bed but talking to him. Telling him about every little thing.

I sat near him and put my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I repeated in a low voice.

"Shut up Arya. And get off me. Stop irritating me," he said in a loud voice and walked away from me.

Hot tears burnt my eyes and a whimpering sound left my lips.

After three days, my exams ended and I came back home in the noon.

I checked my phone and saw Minahil's messages asking me how we were doing.

I called her back, after talking about random things for a few minutes she picked up on my sadness and asked.

"Are you fine Arya? Is everything alright between you two?"

Her question reminded me there was nothing right, making me cry.

"I was trying hard to be a good wife. I was doing everything except for giving him full reign to my body," I said while stopping a hiccup.

"Stop crying, Ari," she told me, sighing heavily.

"All men are same. They want everything from women and more than everything they demand for body," she said bitterly.

"Alim is not like this," I immediately defended my husband.

"You sure Arya?" She scoffed and cut the call.

Alim is not the one who is at fault!

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I contemplated what should I do so that Alim would talk to me.

After much thinking, I called his number but he never picked up.

Ya khuda! What should I do?

Tears pooled in my eyes making me vulnerable.

Suddenly something clicked in my mind!

I went inside the closet room and searched for the black Saree Alim had bought for me.

Taking a quick shower and waxing my body I wore a bathrobe and came out of the washroom. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. Immense nervousness was digging my soul. Inhaling deeply I struggled to pacify my frantic nerves.

There was still an hour before Alim would come home. I sat in front of the vanity mirror and brushed my wet hair. My cheeks had turned to a rosy colour and heat was flowing out of them due to thinking about the thing I was going to do.

I had never thought a day would come when I would be seducing someone!

Again breathing heavily I combed my hair and then hung them loose to get dry. I applied a dark red lipstick on my lips and did a black smoky eye makeup. After highlighting my cheek bones I wore the black Saree. When I looked at myself in the mirror I felt proud.

Alim won't be able to resist!

The voice of the prideful woman spoke inside my brain making me smile in utter shame at my thoughts.

The pale skin, red lipstick and black fabric was giving out a splendid look. Wearing black heels I walked out of the room and sat in the lounge on the a couch.

As I heard the clicking of door my heart stopped beating for a second. Chanting calming words to myself I laid my head on the back of the couch and tried to relax.

I heard the footsteps coming in the lounge. My heart started beating so fucking fast.

I felt his heated gaze boring into my skin. I opened my eyes to see a surprised Alim standing at the entrance of the hall. I stood up and smiled nervously, waving at him.

His hair were set perfectly, his coat was hanging on his arm and tie was loosened, hanging around his neck. He took steps inside the hall, directing his eyes away from me he entered our room and closed the door after him.

I felt a pang of hurt piercing myself but I gathered my tears and walked after him in the room. Pacing here and there uselessly I waited for him to come out of the washroom. When after fifteen minutes he came out with just a towel around his torso I ran inside the closet and came out wearing a black jacket.

He was sitting on the bed with his phone in his hand.

"Alim," I called slowly.

He looked up at me and mumbled something which I was unable to hear.

"I'm going out," I said.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and then just nodded his head.

Damn you!

"Logan is coming to pick me up," I added.

"Where are you going?" He asked finally.

"To the club," I said in an unsure tone.

"Why?" He asked in a clipped voice and a smile threatened to break on my lips.

"Logan's party," I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"Let me drop you off then," he said getting up from the bed and walking inside the closet.

As soon as I was sure he was unable to see me, my lips broke in a huge grin.

After five minutes he came out wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans. His biceps flexed impressively. His almost dry hair were disheveled. I so much wanted to run .y fingers through his hair but I fisted my palms to avoid this urge. The jeans was tight on his hips and his god like appearance made my knees weak.

"Come," he said casually and started walking in front of me.

What??? I thought he would stop me from going out!

Where should I take him, now? Oh God!

We were currently sitting inside the car. My fingers were fumbling with the drape of saree.

I was looking outside the window nervously.

"You should have worn something nice," I heard his voice.

"What?"

"You should have worn something in which you would feel comfortable," he said looking at me.

"This is not nice?" I said in a questioning tone rather than stating.

"It is good but it does not look good," he said.

"Hmm..." I mumbled and began to look out of the window. I did not want to show him my tears.

"At which club should I drop you off?" He asked after a few moments of silence passing between us.

"Just drop me here."

"Here?"

"Yes."

"But there is no club here," he said in a surprised voice.

"I can find my way around. You don't have to babysit me," I snapped at him and tried to open the door of my side when Alim's hand gripped my wrist turning me to face him.

His eyes bored into mine. He had anger in them.

"Stay put," he ordered in a strict voice.

After five minutes of further driving, he stopped car on a road side and turned completely in his seat to face me.

"What are you doing Arya?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest. This made him look more bulky and scary.

"Nothing," I replied back turning my face away from him.

"Look at me," he ordered.

"You have to say that you did this for me, Arya," he said and pointed towards my body.

"I did not do this for you," I said defensively.

"I know you did this for me," he stated leaning back in the seat with a smirk playing on his lips.

"If you know so there is no need for me to tell you," I retorted back.

"There is need for you to tell me. If you are doing this for me you have to say. Not just show, you have to say it in words."

"Why? Why should I say it in words when I'm showing you that I want you," I said back loudly. "I want you to forgive me. I miss you," I said in a breathless voice.

"See. You have to say," he said with a smile and before I could blink he was sitting in my lap with his knees on both sides of my legs and his lips latched on my lips.

"Alim," i mumbled his name, feeling the heavenly taste of him. My senses heightened noticing him so close. My arms travelled around his shoulders and fingers weaved through his hair locks. His tongue darted to every corner of my mouth. After some minutes of kissing roughly he pulled away from me. Both of us were panting hard. He rested his forehead on mine and sighed softly. He retreated to the driver's seat and then looked at me with hooded eyes. A shy smile crept up my lips.

"Where to?" He asked again.

"Alim," I whined feeling ashamed.

I ducked my head in my lap and heard him chuckle.

After few minutes of him laughing and me smiling goofily with my head still in my lap, he reversed the car.

Not being able to control myself, I ended up climbing in his lap. He controlled the car in time from crashing and decreased the speed to minimum. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled my nose in between his neck and shoulder.

"Arya, what are you doing? Get off. We'll get in an accident."

I shook my head and tightened my arms around his neck.

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