Aanya:

It's our wedding night. Oh no, no. How can I forget about this night? I thought to myself.

Cause you were busy sulking about this marriage. My inner conscience mocked at me.

Yeah, right, but what am I supposed to do now? I wasn't prepared for this.

You were not ready for this marriage as well, but you're married to him now. She reminded me again.

Yeah, but that's a different thing and this is a completely a different thing, I tried to reason her.

Ya Allah, he already forced me to marry him, will he force me to consummate this marriage?? My eyes widened at this thought.

No, no, no, no. He can't do this to me. He is not so cruel. He won't do this to me. He won't force me to do that.

"Madam..." The air hostess placed her hand on my shoulder making me jump out of my skin.

"Ahh.." I screamed but quickly covered my mouth with my hand.

"Madam. Are you alright?" She asked me with concern.

"Y..yeah. I am alright. It's just that you startled me." I said exhaling.

"Sorry mam. I didn't mean to scare you." She apologized.

"That's okay. You don't need to apologize. Umm..you need anything??" I asked her.

"No mam. I just came to tell you that we are ready to take-off​. So please, take a seat and tie the seat belt." She​ said.

I nodded and took a seat, quickly fastening my seat belt. After she made sure that I was good and comfortable, she left, leaving me all alone to drown in my thoughts.

I was so mad at myself​ for forgetting about such an important thing. But again, I can't help it. I was so engrossed about this marriage that the thought of wedding night never crossed my mind.

Hussein wanted to marry me to avenge his insult. And now, I'm married to him. He got what he wanted. So, it means that he won't do anything to me. I sighed in relief.

But then I realised that all this things started because of a kiss. And he also touched me before. What if he tries to take the things on a different level?

I'm a virgin for crying out loud. I don't know how this things work. And I don't want my first time with someone I don't love. And definitely not on a plane. I mean who would consummate their marriage on a plane? I questioned myself.

I was brought out of my trance with an announcement that we are safe to remove our seat belts. I sighed and removed my seat belt.

I stood up and went towards the bed which was beautifully decorated with the red rose petals. I was in awe with the decoration.

The whole room smelt so good. The lights were dim. They made a heart in the middle of the bed with the petals. It is romantic. If this marriage was not forced one then I would have happily given myself to my partner. But, unfortunately, I'm married to Hussein. No, I was forced to marry Hussein.

I wonder whose idea was this? I'm sure it's not Hussein. Because he doesn't have any feelings towards me. Even though he acted like a perfect gentleman ​today. Maybe that was just an act to impress everyone. He is so unpredictable.

Also Hussein is not here, yet. Maybe he will sleep outside. I'm sure he doesn't want to sleep here with me.

I was so tired that I just wanted tosnuggle in my blanket and sleep like a baby. So, not wanting to waste my time thinking about idiotic things, I decided to get my beauty sleep.

But I realised that I was still the dress which I wore for our reception. I looked around for my luggage. But I couldn't find it anywhere.

Not knowing what else to do, I pressed the intercom button and waited for the air hostess to come to the room. And as expected she came to attend me within no time.

"Do you need anything mam?" She asked me sweetly.

"Umm.. yeah. But please call me Aanya. Do you know where my luggage is?" I asked her timidly.

"Luggage? It's not here." She said calmly.

"What? What do you mean it's not here? What am I supposed to wear now?" I asked her, my eyes wide from the revelation.

"Yes, mam. You can't keep your luggage with you in the plane. And as for the clothes, there are new clothes in your wardrobe to change. Mr. Hussein's mom asked us to place them there." She said.

"Oh, okay. Thank you again." I said as relief washed over me.

She nodded and left the room. I looked around the room to find the wardrobe. I guess I was so busy in ogling the beautiful bed that I didn't notice the wardrobe.

I quickly made my way towards it. But I noticed that there was another door beside it. So, I opened to check what was there in it.

My mouth formed like an 'o' when I saw that it was a bathroom. Not just a simple bathroom. But it was so big and shiny. It was clean and smelled really good. It had a bathtub and also a separate room was made to take shower. It was amazing. I didn't know that the washrooms in the planes are so clean. But again it's Hussein private jet, so, of course it's going to be flawless.

I decided that I would take a bath before sleeping. Not that I smell. But the warm water will help me to relieve all the tension from my muscles.

I closed the door and went towards the closet. When I opened it, I couldn't take my eyes off of the clothes.

"What?!" I questioned to myself, taking a hot and very revealing red baby doll dress in my hands.

"H..how am I going to wear this?!" I wondered aloud. I'm sure my face is as red as a tomato.

There's no way in the hell that I'm wearing such a revealing dress in front of Hussein. But, again, I can't sleep in this dress. It will be very uncomfortable.

When the hostess said that there were some clothes in the closet, I thought there will be some decent night pants but these are ugh.. I can't even describe them.

I remembered suddenly that it was Salma Aunty who ordered them to set the clothes here. It means that she was the one who bought them for me. Ya Allah, just take me away from the world, I thought to myself. I am so mortified.

I wish Tina and Alina were here to help me. They would have come up with the perfect idea to get me out of this. It's only been few hours and I already feel homesick.

I quickly blinked back my tears and decided that I would quickly change into this dress and slip into the blankets. If Hussein comes into the room, he will not even know what I'm wearing.

I quickly grabbed the dress which I kinda threw back in the wardrobe and rushed into the washroom.

Even though I wanted to take a long bath, I didn't have enough time. So, I decided to take a quick shower. Thankfully, the soap and shampoo were already placed on the stand.

After removing my clothes, I jumped into the shower and set the temperature of the water into lukewarm.

Within no time, I was out of the shower and finally I wore the dress. It was so soft. It was made of satin. I moved towards the mirror and looked at myself.

I gasped at the girl I was seeing in mirror. Wow. I never knew that I could look so good. I looked hot. I blushed scarlet red. I never wore such kind of dresses before. It felt weird.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and opened the door. Just as I stepped into the room, I heard the door opening.

I turned around to see a very shocked Hussein. His eyes were wide. His gaze left my face and went down towards my chest, which was heaving up and down. His eyes stayed there for sometime and went further down and stopped at my legs which were completely bear. His eyes visibly darkened with lust.

I came out of the shock first and obviously, as expected I screamed loudly, trying my best to cover myself. My scream startled him and successfully distracted him from my body. His looked at me with wide eyes. He cursed and slammed the door shut.

"Wh..what are doing here?" I stuttered out.

"What do you mean? I'm here to sleep." He said.

"But..but you can't sleep here." I said, mentally kicking myself for stuttering.

"And why is that?" He questioned me. From his voice I can tell that he was very tired.

"Why? Because we can't sleep to together on one bed. Specially, not on that bed." I said, waving my hands in the air.

"Why is that? And what's wrong with this be-" he cut off himself when he saw the decorated bed.

"What the fuck is this?" He shouted making me jump out of my skin.

"Idontknowitwassalmaauntywhoorderedthemtodecoratethebed" I answered quickly.

"What?" He asked me again, his face full of confusion.

"I don't know. It was Salma Aunty who ordered them decorate the bed." I said very slowly as if I was talking to baby.

"What? Mom? But why? What's the need to decorate the bed?" He asked again.

Geez, what is he? A question bank?!

"Because it's our wedding night." I whispered and tucking the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. When he didn't reply I continued talking.

"Umm..you need to go and sleep in another room. We can't sleep in one room, that to on the same bed" I said nervously. I can tell that he was very vexed with this drama.

He closed his eyes tightly and released a sigh. He then looked at me and smirked. He slowly stalked towards me like a predator. And I was his prey.

This time my eyes widened. As he took a step towards me, I took a step backward. This continued until my back hit the wall.

"S..stop." I said to him but he gave me a deaf ear.

"I said stop Hussein." I ordered him.

"What makes you think that I will obey your order?" He said, still smirking at me.

He moved closer. And placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me between him and the wall. He brought his face close to me and looked straight into my eyes.

"And what makes you think that I will leave my beautiful wife here, all alone, specially on our wedding night?" He questioned, all the frustration left him and his tone was now playful.

My eyes widened at his question. I could feel heat crawling up to my cheeks. Not being able to look into his eyes anymore, I lowered my eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer, heart." He said.

I didn't know what to say, so I just placed my hands on his chest and pushed him with all my might. But much to my dismay he didn't budge at all.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to wall and moved closer. My breasts were flushed against his chest. And I did the worst mistake of inhaling his cologne. His cologne made me numb.

"Hussein." I called out. I, immediately, felt his heart beating faster. I noticed that my heart was racing at the same pace. Our hearts were beating in a sync.

"Aanya." He whispered my name. But I didn't dare to look at him.

"Aanya, look at me." He said again. I slowly raised my head and looked at him. He was looking straight into my eyes. His eyes were dark.

"Say my name again." He ordered me.

When I didn't respond he dipped his head in the crook of my neck. He nuzzled at my neck with his nose raising goosebumps all over my body.

"Say my name, heart." He growled in my ear.

"Hussein." I finally said his name. He froze for a bit. And then he let out a growl.

"Again." He ordered.

"Hussein." I whispered. Immediately, he bit my earlobe, making me shiver.

"Fuck. I can never ever get enough of you calling my name with that sweet little mouth of yours." He whispered in my ear. He voice was very husky. I felt the hair behind my neck raise at his words.

He started to kiss my neck. He kissed, nibbled and sucked on my sweet spot. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. He kissed my jaw and stopped when he was near my lips.

"I promised myself to never kiss you. But your lips are made to sin. Fuck, you are made to sin." He said and smashed his lips on mine

I wanted to tell him that I felt the same way about him. But my mind was fogged with lust. I shamelessly moaned into the kiss when he sucked my lower lip. He grunted when I pulled his hair.

He, again kissed my neck. He sucked and bit here there making sure to leave marks on my neck.

Since I was wearing a baby doll dress, my whole cleavage was on display. He moved further down, never stopping kissing me. He kissed my cleavage and squeezed my boobs with his hands. My head fell back.

"Hussein." I moaned out his name. He squeezed my boobs again and bit my cleavage. I felt my nipples getting erect as they were rubbing against the clothes.

He moved his hands towards my shoulders​ to remove the straps of the dress. The straps fell off my shoulders but not off my arms to make my boobs visible to him.

He was about to rip off the dress when a knock interrupted us. I was startled by the sound. The lust which fogged my brain stopping it from functioning properly, vanished within seconds.

"Hussein. Stop." I told him while panting heavily as if I ran in a marathon. But Hussein didn't come out of the trance and was still kissing me.

"Hussein. Stop. Someone is knocking at the door." I told him while pulling his hair very painfully.

He stopped kissing and cursed like crazy. And as if on a cue, we heard the knock again. He stepped away and looked at me. He was also panting heavily.

"Go and wait in the washroom until I call you." He ordered me. I was still in shock so I couldn't reply. I just nodded and scurried away.

I went towards the sink and placed my palms over it to support myself. I looked at myself. My face was flushed. The dress was at verge of falling off of my body. My breasts were almost visible. There were red marks all over my neck and cleavage.

I quickly adjusted my dress. I opened the faucet and threw cool water all over my face in order to reduce the heat that crawled over my face.

I closed my eyes tightly and thought about the events that happened between us. We literally made out. Hell, if it wasn't for the air hostess then we would have ended up consummating this marriage. I would have ended up loosing my virginity to the person who forced me to marry him.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. I felt like a slut for letting him to touch me again. I acted like a desperate slut. I was never like this.

But I can't help it. Whenever he touches, I feel the sparks flying all over. I become putty when he kisses me. I have never experienced such an amazing things. He is a magician who can stop my brain from working just with the kisses.

But I can't let this happen again. He always uses me and leaves me heart broken. I can't trust him easily. If I give in now, he may feel that I'm an easy target.

I know he is my husband now. He has full right on me and my body. And I too have the same right on him. But I can't ignore the fact that I was forced into this marriage. And we don't even love each other.

I wiped off the tears and washed my face again. I won't let Hussein cross the line again. I can't show him that he effects me. I can't show him my weakness. I was determined to avoid him at any cost and not to let him use me again.

I could hear Hussein shouting at the attendant. I frowned at his tone. If I was not in such revealing clothes then I would've​ gone out and scolded him for behaving rudely with the people. But it's better for me to stay away from him. And I don't want the staff to get the wrong idea of us getting intimate.

After a while, I heard a knock at the washroom door. I looked myself in the mirror again to make sure that I was looking decent. When I was satisfied, I went and opened the door.

I saw that Hussein was locking the door. I quickly made my way towards the bed. I was just few steps away from the bed when he grabbed my wrists, preventing me from moving any further.

I could feel him move closer to me. My heart started to race again. I felt him grabbed my slightly damp hair and moved them to the right shoulder. His​ other hand snaked my waist pulling me towards him.

He bent his head and kissed my bare shoulder blade. His lips were warm and soft at the same time. I felt his bulge poking my lower back. He was about to untie the knot when I turned around and pushed him causing him stumble back.

"What the fuck?!" He sneered at me. He was coming close to me when I stopped him.

"Stop right there Hussein. Don't you dare come close to me. And don't ever touch me again." I yelled at him.

"Why? What's wrong if I touch you? I'm your husband, Aanya. Did you forget that?" He questioned me.

"Husband? What husband? You forced me to marry you. This marriage is just an act. We are husband and wife for the world but in reality you mean nothing to me. So, you have no right to touch me." I whisper yelled at him, not wanting others to hear this conversation.

"Oh, so, now I don't mean anything to you. And I can't touch you. Then why the fuck were you moaning when I was kissing you? You want me to tell you why? Because you were enjoying my touch. You were enjoying the feeling of my hands when I squeezed your boobs. You-"

"Stop. Just stop." I shouted at him.

"Why, heart? You can't face the truth?" He said, raising his voice.

"Leave me alone. Either you leave the room or I will leave." I said in a stern voice.

I don't know what snapped in him. But he suddenly came close and grabbed my face roughly.

"Ahh.. Hussein, stop. You're hurting me." I cried out.

"Listen Aanya. And listen very carefully. Both you and I know that you like it when I kiss and touch you. So stop denying it. You can lie on my face that you didn't enjoy my touch, but you can't lie to yourself. And, very soon you will be begging me to fuck you hard and raw." He said.

"You are sick. You need help. " I spat out.

"Trust me heart, I've been called worst." He whispered.

"Please, leave me alone. Please." I pleaded him. I was exhausted from all the events. I can't bear it anymore.

He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead and moved away. He looked at me for the last time and left the room.

He shocked me, yet, again, with his gesture. Why is he so unpredictable? I wondered. I didn't have any energy left in me to think about it.

So I just crawled into the bed, snuggling into the blanket. I released a sigh. I suddenly remembered the words of Hussein. He told me that he was about to make my life a living hell. We are married for few hours only and he already started making my life hell.

I was so exhausted, both mentally and physically that I didn't even have the energy to cry or think about him. I called it a night with the hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
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