Possession by Laila Ali (young adult books to read .txt) 📗

CHAPTER 8

Both of them were in the car, going back to haveli. Her head was resting against the headrest of the seat and her eyes closed. Her long lashes shadowing her milky cheeks. She looked calm outside, but a chaos was running inside her.

Her mind flashed to the horrid memories of just fifteen minutes ago, which her system wasn't digesting.

Flashback

"Wh..at?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes, senorita. I will fuck you right here right now on this table or we will have our nikkah right here and right now," he said so calmly and coolly as if he was not discussing about their nikkah.

She can't believe it. Her brain wasn't accepting the predicament she was currently in. Was he really asking about nikkah? No! I would never let him do anything!

"No," she shook her head frantically, "No! you can't do that. No!" she shrieked.

His eyes suddenly turned dark. His pupils dilated occupying the grey of his eyes.

"Trust me, Zahra. Trust me with this, I can and I will," He spoke with a certainty in his voice that she knew he will do what he said. His words weren't haunting her but his eyes were. The intensity in them shot her heartbeat.

She took a shaky breath to calm her nerves down. But her frenzy nerves weren't in her control. Every breath she took came out shaky and shivery. Her heart was running a wild race inside her chest. Her insides were shivering. She only wanted someone to pinch her and say that it was a bad dream.

"No, it's a bad dream. No! it's not happening with me. No!" she cried in disbelief.

"Please, say it's a bad dream. Please," her voice held pure desperation. She was being insane. Her sanity was running out. She so much wanted that someone can comfort her by saying, 'it's a bad dream.' comfort her by saying, 'all of this is not happening,' comfort her by saying, 'you will wake up,'

He stood up from his chair after listening to her words and slowly made her way towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, seeing him coming towards her, confirming her it's not a bad dream, this all was happening and this was reality.

He stood by her chair and slowly bring his hand close to her face to which she flinched as an instinct. He ignored it and slightly grazed the back of his finger on her white cheek.

"No, senorita, it's not a dream," he huskily said.

"And you are running out of your time," he retreated his hand back and dipped it inside his pocket.

Now she knew she has no place to go. She can't outrun him. Never in even an alcoholic state, she would let anyone touch her. No, he cannot allow him to rip his innocence away before marriage. She will kill herself with her own bare hands if something like that happened. By hook or by crook she will have to do as he says. The cards are in his hands. She has no authority over anything.

"I will... will marry you."

Flashback ends

A lone tear escaped her eye. The tip of her nose was pink and her eyes were swollen. She was crying but from inside she could only feel this.

Numbness.

She was numb, totally numb. She was not feeling anything. Rather, she does not know how to feel and react in such a situation.

She wasn't thinking about what will happen next.

She wasn't thinking about that she was someone's wife now.

She wasn't thinking about Daniyal.

She wasn't thing thinking about she was forced into this marriage.

Hell, now she wasn't caring about anything. Only a single thought was running in her mind which was making her hate herself.

'Why am I so weak Ya Allah? Why me? Why can't I ever stand up for myself? Are all the people like me? When something is forced on them, do they easily accept it? Do they stand for themselves? Do they fight? If they fight for themselves, then why cannot I fight for myself? I was never like that Ya Allah. I was never so weak. I was never so helpless that I was afraid to stand up for myself. You know Allah pak if that Shoaib has never harassed me for years and this society has never shut my mouth I would have never become so weak. That Shoaib made me weak. This society made me weak. My parents made me weak. No! I want to be strong! But I don't know how to be strong! I don't know how to stand up for myself! I am done with this life, its atrocities, its tyranny. Now I can't take it anymore! Please kill me! Kill me! I want death! I just want death and nothing more! Death is my ultimate peace! Take my life, Allah! Kill me!'

All these thoughts messed up her mind. She was trying hard to control her emotions but there were not in her control. She hated being weak. She hated being dominated. And now her life has taken a 360 degree turn and she was left at a desolated road which is making her more and more weak and alone every second.

She rested her forehead on the window, her eyes closed and sleep overtook her.

Irtaza was content. At last, she got the girl whom he has loved from his childhood. Whom he was planning to get for so long. After all, she was his childhood love. He still remembered when he first saw her picture. How his dead heart began to beat erratically. How his tattered emotions compelled him to trust her. He never trusted anyone after that incident but his emotions, his heart was forcing him to trust her, believe her, love her and cherish her. She looked so innocent.

Innocence

Purity

He could see that on her face. He did not know why but he felt a connection with her.

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