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Angad

"When can I talk to Rukhsat?"

Moments passed by and I kept looking at her. We just had sex- no, we made love and this is the first thing she asks me?

Her question made me question, if she thought that if we had sex, then I would let her talk to Rukhsat. Is this really what she wanted from this? But I really thought that we were moving forward.

I turn my face to an expressionless one so that she cannot see the hurt that I feel on my face, at this moment.

"That depends on your behavior from now on", was my short and definitive answer.

She was still cuddled up against me and our naked flesh was on fire together. So, I decided to have another taste of my fire to forget that this very fiery wife of mine may have given herself to me only as a sacrifice to meet her sister.

I turned her back away to me so that her hips were directly lined against my crotch and I entered her from behind. I knew she was a little sore but I couldn't care less at the moment so I picked up my pace instantly.

Her gasps and little whimpering sounds were not lost to me but I did not slow down or go softer, if anything, I kept on going harder. Her soft sobs could be heard to my core but she wasn't protesting at all. She was willing to take all the pain just so she could talk to her sister.

How naive is she? Or should I ask how brave is she? I kept my pace and her whimpers turned into little moans of pain but I was angry at this moment. I wanted nothing more than to release this anger.

We spent several minutes in this position. I kept entering her from behind with powerfull thrusts, taking myself fully out of her and entering again. She didn't utter a word.

With a grunt I released inside her. All my anger was getting released. Moments after I released, she turned around to look at me. Her eyes were filled with glistening tears, some of which had already fallen on her cheeks. Her pink  lips were full but they were quivering.

I have a skill that I am very proud of. I can see right through people but she is different. My wife is different. I knew this the day I saw her, she was unaware of the fact that I was watching her-.

"What changed"?, she asked.

Two words. She said just two words.  She knows something changed from just an hour ago. My wife is smart, that, I have to give her credit for.

"Hayat, it isn't in my nature to deceive my family about anything and now you have become the center of it, by choice or not, doesn't  matter".

I wait to see her reaction. Her face is stone hard.

"Tell me honestly, did even a part of you thought that if we had sex then I would let you talk to your sister? You gave up your honour to talk to your sister."

She froze in my arms and her posture stiffened. Her beautiful lips parted as if she wanted to say something in her defences but nothing came out of her mind.

"Did you or did you not?", I asked again, my voice a little louder and booming in the room.

"No, Maharaja Angad", she said. When she took my name along with my tittle,  something I told her not to do at all, her tongue was laced with venom and her words jabbed into my heart.

"There is no doubt that I want to see my younger sister as soon as possible, but to say that I presented myself to you willingly just so that I could talk to her is pure shamelessness"

Her calling me shameless made me angry. Before words could come out of my mouth to protest, she raises her hand, indicating me to be quite and I surprisingly obeyed.

"No, you listen to me Maharaja. I have spent the last week listening to everything you said but not today. I bared my soul to you and you talk about my honour? I gave up any honour I had left, the day I left my palace and agreed to become your winning possession. I quietly let you parade my loss and your victory infront of your people", she said. She looked at my face, searching for emotions and I know in this moment I can not hide myself. I honestly felt guilty for not considering her feelings.

"I asked you to take me tonight because I realized that I shouldn't stop you, as it is your right. It would have happened today or later someday and I wanted you and me to have a normal married life but your insecurities and ego will never let you see the fact that I am actually trying. Maharaj, I am making an effort to make things better between us but I think I am a fool. Nothing is going to change. You, cannot change", she said. Her last line was punctuated with her dainty soft finger jabbing into my chest.

Her words were like sharp darts that were thrown at me and I hope that she doesn't see it. I don't want to be vulnerable infront of her. I cannot be vulnerable infront of anyone. I am the King for God's sake.

"Yes Hayat, I will always be the cruel monster you make me out to be".

The emotions on her face change but I don't know what is she feeling now. I hate not knowing what goes in on her mind. She turns away from me and pretends to be sleeping but I can clearly see the small movements of her entire body while she sobbed.

After a while, her body had stopped making those movements and her steady slow breathing could be heard. I couldn't wait any longer so I gathered her back in my arms, the place where she belongs.

I felt peaceful with her so close to me, even though we just just had an argument, her presence somehow soothes the beast in me.

I know one thing for sure, Hayat will do anything for the people she loves and she happens to love her sister a lot. I envy Rukhsat sometimes, honestly. Will Hayat ever be able to love me the way she loves her family? Will she ever consider me her family?

With these thoughts in my mind, I doze off.

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Hayat

Morning rays hit my face and I know even with my eyes closed that I have missed my morning prayer but I hope that Allah finds it in him to forgive me for that. The last 24 hours have been nothing short of a whirlwind. Actually, the last entire week has been like a storm in my life. So much has changed. I am married to a man who I know nothing about and he is also someone who has almost zero respect and regard for me.

The hands of the said man have captured me in a death grip and I don't think I can loosen his grip on me without waking him up. I don't want to face him right now. I am still mad at him.

The way he was looking at me in the beginning of the night made me feel loved. I had hope for a better life but to think that he doesn't even trust my word makes me feel worthless now.

The timing of my question wasn't right and I know that but he is responsible for it. Him and his brother. Flashbacks from Rukhsat's Hindu wedding ceremony  come back to me.

I hate to admit it but I have never felt unsafe with Angad but last night Rajkumar Arjun was looking like a man possessed. He did not look as cheerful and playful like he always does. He looked dangerous. He had hurt Rukh infront of so many people so only Allah knows what he could do to my sister behind closed doors. The only thought that calmed my heart was the fact that I knew my sister could protect herself but for how long? He is her husband afterall.

With determination to get news of Rukhsat, I tried getting out of my husband's grip.

"Haven't you learned your lesson? You cannot escape me", a gruff voice whispered in my ear. The whispering was extremely unnecessary because only two people were in this room. It was also uncomfortable because the proximity made me feel tingly and I did not appreciate that at this moment at all.

"I haven't tried to escape you, yet. When I do, you will know it", I said challenging him. Even though my words made me sound strong but I knew that I wasn't strong at all.

In an instant he is on top of me, holding my hands next to my head.

"You will never run away from me. No matter what".