"Sirf mera kabza hoga tum par"

2 years ago

twerping

@twerping

The Present (contd)

She watches him lower his head to her neck till he is nuzzling against her, dropping kisses along her collar bone. His rough beard and mustache leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As she shivers under the growing weight of sensations, he licks a spot and then pulls at her skin with his teeth. Her fingers have found their way into his hair by then and as he teases her, she gives a soft tug. He gasps as he releases her....

Flashback

"Sirf mera kabza hoga tum par"

(I alone will possess you)

Hooriya

So it had come to this. Hooriya feels her fingers shake as she picks up the phone to call Daneish. She could hear the sounds of the dholak and the singing of the village women at a distance. The day she had arrived in this mansion, that same music had filled the air of the house. And today when she was leaving this mansion forever, there it was again. For yes, she will not let the ancient doctrines and dogmas of this dungeon of a mansion put her in shackles. Had Choti Ammi not offered her help, Hooriya knew she would have left on her own anyway. With Minhal of course. Taaya Sarkaar might want to give free rein to his madness and fix her marriage with that Balaj, but Hooriya wasn't born yesterday. 

She hears Daneish's voice at the other end--frantic, afraid. She wishes she was before him at that very moment to take his hand in hers. Feel his worry seep away. As Daneish tells her of the waking nightmares that would plague him till she was safe with him once more, his concern wipes away her own fears. Hooriya feels the trembling in her hand recede. As she is about to reply to Daneish, she has her phone snatched from her grasp. Startled, she turns around to face the hooligan. Ever since she had agreed to this marriage, this badtameez had taken to coming into her room unannounced. Her heart misses a beat as he lifts the phone away from her frozen grasp. She finds her bearing quickly enough though as she watches him about to check who had called her. She grabs at her phone, angry and ready to drive him away. 

He seems to be in an awfully good mood, the boor. He smirks as he circles her, his eyes full of vile promise. Her irritation appears to amuse him as he declares her imprisonment at his hands with this marriage that was about to happen. She hears him say that today was her defeat at his hands, that he was about to take control over her life,  and cannot hold herself back. She did not want to engage with him but the response comes unbidden. 

"Hearts cannot be captured through mere force, Malik Balaj," Hooriya finds herself saying. "Hearts are meant to be conquered, something which you are not capable of." 

She doesn't know if he even understood what she had told him. That he might think he had won this round, but victory could not be his till his enemy had freely surrendered. 

Nonetheless, he laughs and sweeping another glittering glance over her, he leaves. Shaken, Hooriya tries to calm her heart. There was a long journey ahead and she would have the last laugh.

Balaj

As soon as his eyes land on her clad in her nikah dress, Balaj feels satisfaction like he had not known in a while. Watching this badtameez billi all ready to become his was enough to make him happy. All her twisted words and rude behaviour will now be done for. He strides across the room, the pleasure of winning this battle adding a spring to his steps. Did she not order him out the other day because she was still na-mahram for him? Now what would she say to stop him? His eyes catch the phone she was trying to hide. It is simple enough to take it out of her grasp. Must be talking to some bosom friend from her old neighbourhood. 

Balaj places phone to his ear, calls out but no response comes from the other end. Whichever cowardly city miss had been on the other end must have been scared off by his voice, he concludes. But this woman before him wasn't one to hold back. She snatches the phone from him, her nails feebly scratching against his skin. Balaj cannot hide his amusement as he looks down at his fiery cat. Hair open and eyes spitting fire, she once more resembled the fierce lioness he had met long back. He had been missing this look this past week. Ever since agreeing to the marriage, she had taken to behaving with a politeness that did not sit well with her, he could tell. Only the other day he had gone to her room, hoping to tease her into breaking that mask of docile submission. She had sent him away after lecturing him on his still being na-maharam for her.  

As he looks down on her, he wonders at her spirit. He could engulf her in one arm, lift her up as easily as a piece of furniture or throw her into the air with one hand if he so chose. And yet there she stood looking for all the world as if she would like nothing better than to rip his eyes out. 

His grin widens as he runs his eyes over his wife. Finally, she was all his, his to bend, his to mould, his to break. Her days of ill-mannered outbursts were over. He would make sure of that. For all her tantrums, this firebrand will soon be his. And Malik Balaj had always liked to play with fire.