Anissa inhaled deeply as she woke up from her slumber, feeling a delicious soreness ache between her legs.

As she glanced at the time on the side table clock, it was 10am in the morning. Shehryaar's side was empty, even cold indicating that he didn't sleep with her. She was slightly disappointed and felt Dejected.

Then his words from last night echoed in her head.

'I dont make love. i fuck'.

Fuck? Was that all it was? was I a simple fuck for him? I literally fought through my trauma to make him have what he wanted and at the end all he tells me is that I was simple fuck for him? she thought and her heart ached at it as tears pricked her eyes.

O well, it's not like loves me. i think he isn't even capable of love. She thought. for a Pakistani maiden, having sex was a ritual equated to having mutual feelings of respect and understanding as well as an obligation. And she had fulfilled her obligation since the rest wasnt being fulfilled on either side.

She felt content. Now he couldn't blame her for not fulfilling her wifely duties. At least from her side, she was in the clear.

She got up and staggered towards the bathroom, ignoring the sore feeling between her thighs. She was in need of a warm bath.

She glanced herself in the mirror and gasped when she saw her reflection. Her pale clear skin was marked and blemished with his love bites and kiss marks.

She looked closely at herself and found herself to be glowing.

I guess this is what they call a glowing bride. She chortled at her own words and strolled towards the shower chamber.

The warm water cascaded down her body and unknotted her tense back. She started cleaning herself.

She heard the shower door slide open and turned to scream only to have a hand capture her mouth, instantly shutting her up.

"Shhh, baby." Shehryaar cooed from behind her, his hand still resting on her mouth while the other grabbed her right breast. She felt his sculpted chest meet her back and she immediately tenses up again.

Anissa nodded and tried to relax as her heart was pacing in speed. Shehryaar released her mouth, his fingers grasping around her delicate neck as his lips went her shoulder. His hand on her breast worked on it; kneading and stroking her nipple, making his hard as Anissa released a low moan. She reached out for the glass wall, her hands balancing her as she began to feel weak in the knees and her core throbbed with liquid heat.

She felt his hot hard erection press against her lower back. His lips came back up, his hand turning her face in his direction as he leaned down and kissed her full in the mouth. His towering height gave him an advantage of overpowering her easily. His tongue invaded in her mouth and stroked every hot corner.

She moaned in the kiss as she felt his hand tighten around her neck while the other went down and plunged two fingers in her moist womanhood. The raining water already made her slippery and now her need was even more demanding.

He pumped in and out, circling her clitoris. Anissa felt her climax and suddenly exploded on her fingers, her moans being swallowed by Shehryaar's mouth.

He pulled her against the glass wall of the shower chamber and pulled back her hips. Anissa gasped when he suddenly thrust into her without warning. Her heart skipped a beat. Her stomach knotted.

"Oh Fuck." He growled in her ear, his grip closing in on her throat but not enough to make her choke. "Your so sexy baby." He whispered in her ear and began to thrust in and out.

"Sh-Shehry!" Anissa whimpered.

"Keep you mind open. Don't stray from me." He commanded. Anissa nodding and kept her eyes open and trained on the patterns of the glass wall. His strong arm chorded around her waist to hold her in place as he took her roughly from behind.

His feet spread apart her ankles, giving his better access.

Anissa felt something strange causing friction from his thrusts as it rubbed inside her walls along his manhood and caused a little discomfort. That's when she realised it was probably a condom. They had unprotected sex last night.

Shehryaar didn't plan on doing that again.

Anissa's hold on the wet wall slipped so Shehryaar supported her weight. Her head rested on his shoulder. His hand released her neck as his fingers went down to her wet womanhood and stroked her lips.

"Ah!" She moaned, throwing her head back more into his shoulder as two of his fingers penetrated her already full vagina. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip to reign control on the pleasure that waved throughout her body. The cascading water in her body only added to the ecstasy.

"Your so tight." He hissed. His thrusts became frantic. The raining water on them only made things better, causing the pleasure to escalate. She arched her back, leaning into his touch.

Anissa felt the pressure of her orgasm built in her as his thick cock and fingers pumped in and out of her brutally. He groaned as he began to feel her walls spasm around his thick length. He removed his fingers from her and once again wrapped them around her neck.

"That's it baby. Come for me!" He gritted, his arms tightening around her waist and his other hand turning her head around to face him.

Anissa screamed when her orgasm ripped through her, her knees buckling and legs shaking. Her back melted into his strong chiselled chest as her inner walls clenched tightly around her cock.

Shehryaar continued to ruthlessly thrust into her throughout her orgasm until he reached his high. "Fuck!" With a grunt, he felt his release and still behind her. His arms releasing her body as he gripped her hips and pulled out. He hugged her from behind.

They both panted until their breathing became normal.

After their bath, Shehryaar left to give Anissa some privacy for which she was grateful.

When she came out of the room, she found a green dress suit waiting for her on the bed. And it was extremely lacy and fancy with bright decorated silver embroidery. It liked almost gaudy. She scrunched her nose as she looked at the suit in dismay.

She scowled at it as her anger tried to get a hold of her.

Oh God! He really knows how to get on my nerves. And here I thought he actually understand me. I guess I was wrong. Well I'll show him. He will not control me. Just because i acted like a good docile wife yesterday doesn't mean he can over think things and control me. and if he thinks that having sex with me makes him own me then he's got another thing coming. With that thought, she went to the walk in closet and grabbed a simple lawn Kameez and dressed into a loose fitted pajama. she wanted to hide away the marks on her neck so she wrapped her dupatta around her neck to conceal them properly.

She walked out of the closet while towel drying her long hair when she stopped dead in tracks to find Shehryaar dressed in a grey dress shirt along with black slacks. His empty black leather holsters hung close to his chest and waist. He was buttoning up his cuffs while his eyes were on the bed. Anissa realised that he was looking at the dress he had placed on the bed for her.

He turned around, his face blank as well as his eyes. It caused dread to grip at Anissa's heart. She knew she was disobeying him but she was an integral person and didn't appreciate her opinions being disregarded.

"You didn't wear the dress." He said more like a statement then a question. His voice was calm as well as his demeanour and that frightened her even more.

Anissa swallowed and tried to remain calm. I need to make him understand.

She tried to smile but failed miserably. "I-I didn't like that dress. And b-besides, I don't like such flashy clothes. They're uncomfortable." She reasoned.

Shehryaar stalked towards her, his strides relaxed yet his frame gave off a menacing aura.

"Really now." He said and approached her. Anissa flinched when his hand came up and gently caressed her cheek.

She felt even more afraid as she glanced into his soulless cold grey eyes as they had a hooded look to them and completely void of any emotion.

She flushed as his hand removed the dupatta from around her neck. She saw a myriad of emotion flash through his steely grey eyes as he looked at his marks on her neck.

His fingers gently grazed on them, making Anissa shiver as cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Wear that dress." He commanded, his breath fanning her face. Cold shivers travelled down her spine at witnessing his cool composure. Maybe I can give my argument calmly.I'm sure he'll understand. She thought enthusiastically. Shehryaar saw the rebellious glint enter her hazel eyes.

As soon as she drew a breath to talk back, his hand that rested on her neck had travelled up and harshly gripped her hair. She screamed as his fingers dig into her scalped. Her hands went up to claw at his but he was fast. His palm collided with her cheek and slapped her hard.

Her legs gave up and she fell down but struggled to keep up as his hand still gripped her hair tightly. She had barely recovered from the assault of the slap when he hit her again and again and again until she was out of breath, her cheeks numbing from the pain. His grip loosened on her hair and he pulled her kameez, tearing it away from her chest. She screamed as she fell on the floor, her vision blurry.

Shehryaar crouched down on one knee in front of her and gripped her chin.

"From now on, you will only live by one rule: you will obey me unconditionally." He stated coolly.

Anissa panted as tears fell down her cheeks. That's it! I had tried but I just can't. All the pent up anger and rage within her burst through her entire being. She felt disgusted by the man in front of her who abused her for no apparent reason. The same man who she slept with. She even let him have his way with her and for what? So she could get abused for trying to make her marriage work out?

Her emotions drove her and she spat on his face.

His eyes closed, his body became still.

Moments passed. Seconds went by and he didn't react.

Oh no. This is bad. She was thinking of ways to apologize to him when suddenly his hand gripped her throat and smashed her head at the floor. She saw black dots dance in from her eyes as the back of her head sharply collided with the marble floor.

She had barely caught her breath and tried to regain her vision as she fought off the pain in her head when she saw his foot meet with her right shoulder and a sickening crack of bones popping apart pierces through the air and her screams turned into full blown cries as she felt agonising pain radiate from her shoulder.

She gripped her shoulder as she cried. Shehryaar looked at her with a blank expression yet his lips bore a sinister smirk.

He crouched down to her level. "You probably shouldn't have done that. Now look what you made me do." He acclaimed, cocking his head to the side as he took in her pain and drew pleasure from her agony.

Her cries continued until she felt him pick her up by her other arm and drag her towards the bed. Her right shoulder slightly dangled in its place and the sharp pain indicate that she had dislocated her shoulder straight out of the joint.

He threw her on the bed and the impact of it was so great that she felt the muscles attached to her dislocated shoulder and scapula stretch at an alarming rate and an excruciating scream ripped through her throat.

My ligaments might tear! she clenched her teeth to bare with the pain.

She cried and gripped her arm. while she writhed in pain. She was so caught up in pain that she didn't notice him take a hold of her shoulder and dislocated arm and with one swift movement, he pushed it back into its place, causing Anissa to shriek and wail in painful anguish.

The intensity of the pain began to subside as she felt Shehryaar gently rub his hands on her swollen shoulder.

She was to afraid to push him back.

"Now Tara. You will do as I say, yes?" He asked coolly, his eyes blank. Anissa saw through her tear filled eyes that he was looking at her with such a calm and composed expression. There wasn't any hint of anger or remorse or any other human emotion.

And that's why she felt even more afraid because she couldn't read him.

"Well?" He cocked a brow, almost challenging her to dare to question him.She vigorously shook her head as she whimpered on the pain still emerging from her shoulder.

He gave her a small emotionless smile and leaned down to peck her cheeks. She felt even more disgusted but was afraid to act.

"Now get dressed and make breakfast. I'm starving." He said, his eyes lighting up instantly and his lips curved into a pleasurable smile. "You're cooking is really good you know that." He complimented and acted like he didn't just behave like a savage and dislocate her shoulder. She knew he would hit her but what she didn't know that he would hurt her and cause her pain to this extent.

Now she knew that he could do anything. He even once threatened to dislocate her jaw and now she knew he meant it.

She cringed and began to whimper as he moved towards her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart shuddering in terror as she felt him gently caress her cheek.

"I really think this dress would suit you well so dress up and get ready. I want to see you in it." He said.

Her eyes flew open and She frowned in confusion as she saw him climb off the bed.

What the hell is wrong with him? She was thoroughly confused now. He was acting absolutely out of the ordinary now.

How could he do this to me? He was just fine. Why did he lash out like that? Her mind was in complete messed up confusion.

What kind of sick man is he? What kind of situation have I landed myself into? She thought yet she already knew the answers.

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