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Originally posted by: Maroonporsche
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Chapter 6
Noora
The door to my bedroom was flung open hastily as we stumbled inside, kissing each other violently. Sultan had overpowered every bit of me, invaded my senses. His large, callous hands were all over back while I gripped his shoulders, attempting to balance myself, half tripping over my heels.
‘Holy shit, baby,’ he groaned as I slammed him against the wardrobe, my lips assaulting the length of his neck. ‘Shit!’
I grinned at him, ‘Gotta remember this spot.’
Sultan let out an animalistic growl, grabbing the lapels of my blazer and roughly pushing it off me, breaking its buttons in the process. His eyes widened when he noticed my dress for the first time, I had covered the flimsy straps with my now tattered blazer. ‘F*k, this is what you kept hidden underneath?’
I found myself in his arms, his mouth leaving marks all over my throat, causing me to mewl loudly. He lifted me swiftly while I wrapped my legs around his waist, the layers of fabric failing to hide our evident arousal for the other.
Carrying me to my bed, he set me down, pinning my hands to either sides of my head. ‘If anyone would see you dressed like this…’
‘No one did, except you,’ I whispered, raising my hips in an attempt to create friction. ‘Now are you gonna stare at me, or do something?’
‘F**k my life.’ Sultan captured my lips yet again in a kiss, tugging at the straps of my dress. When they did not comply, I felt the familiar sting all over again, only to open my eyes and see the bodice ruined to shreds while he stared at the newly exposed skin, slightly red at places due to the pressure with which my dress was ripped, with darkened eyes. ‘You’re so damn beautiful…’
‘Oh God!’ I yelped as he ran his tongue over my neck, pushing the cup of my undergarment downwards, this action of his and the underwire giving me an extra push up. My ivory skin, now reddened drove him crazy and without any warning, his mouth covered my peaks, being unapologetically rough.
My hands found home in his hair as he continued his ministrations while moving his hips deliciously against mine. ‘Sultan, I can’t—’
‘You can and you will.’ He paid no heed to the tears I shed from the overly done pleasure. I had never felt overstimulated with my fair share of partners but of course it had to happen with Sultan Durrani…who had not even touched me intimately yet. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.’ His voice broke me out of my thoughts and I noticed he was holding my hips down, his right hand placed firmly on my lower abs, torturing me further.
Sultan’s left palm ran over my sides, while I was left lying in nothing but my undergarments, which did a horrible job at concealing my want for him. He could see how turned on I was, my underwear was too thin to hide otherwise.
While he covered every bit of my skin with his mouth, I managed to grab his shirt and unbutton it hastily, ‘Off.’
Sultan complied, discarding it without second thoughts. I ran my eyes all over him, biting my lip. My fantasies did no justice to him. Broad shoulders, strong pecs, actual abs covered in a thin layer of sweat, all leading down to the sinful ‘V’ which was more prominent because of the light trail of hair. I sat up, reaching out to get rid off his pants but he grabbed my wrists, stopping me.
‘Later,’ he whispered, kissing the insides of my wrists softly, his actions causing warmth to spread throughout my insides.
‘Now,’ I pouted, attempting to wriggle my hands out of his grip. How did we go from being total horn dogs to talking so…tenderly?
‘Not until I am done with you,’ he said, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. That effectively ended the moment as I found myself flat on my back, Sultan kissing the life out of me again, chests pressed together, the sensory overload increasing the throbbing in my core.
‘Oh my!’ I gasped out loud when he ground his hips against mine without any warning.
Sultan growled into my ear, his lips marking the left length of my neck, ‘Did you really think I’d go easy on you, angel?’
‘Please,’ I whimpered, my hand grabbing his ass, pulling him harder.
‘You flirting with me…’
His left fingers moving to my chest, tugged my peak, causing my toes to curl.
‘Saying such salacious things…’
He bit down my earlobe, making me scream and pull his locks.
‘Nailing the presentation and winning…’
‘I thought we agreed mine was a fair win!’ I squeaked, bitting on his shoulder blades.
He hissed at the sensation, ‘Of course it was. But all I wanted to do that day was f**k you senseless on the conference table.’
‘Sultan!’
‘Oh…you like it when I talk?’ He smirked at me, his hips not stopping their movement.
I did not reply, instead I raised my hips.
‘Well then listen to this…you are the most infuriating and sexy woman I have ever met, who makes me question my abilities.’
His hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing as he moved faster.
‘And I…freakin…love…that…about…you.’
Sultan had no intentions of stopping and I did not want to either. But our bodies had a different idea.
The lack of breath made me splutter, my legs vibrated until I felt a familiar tightening in my abdomen spread to my lower back.
‘Sultan?!’ I choked out, my eyes widening, knowing what was about to come next…pun intended.
‘Baby…me too…’ He let go of my neck, his ministrations rough and much quicker now, while also erratic, losing its timed pace.
‘F**K!’ I screamed, convulsing in his arms, throwing my head back. ‘Sultan!!’
‘Holy f**king…NOORA!’ He let out a roar, collapsing on top of me, the room filled with only our breathing.
Instinctively, my legs locked around his waist and I stroked him, all the way from his head to his back, specially over the areas I had dug my nails in. Sultan let out sounds of contentment and pulled away to look into my eyes. I cupped his face, bringing him down to kiss him gently, grazing his cheek as gently as I could. He hummed, returning the kiss, and pulled away to let me breathe. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt him kiss my tears away, leaving tiny peppers of kisses down my neck and throat.
I lost track of how long we had been this way…and suddenly it hit me.
Sultan Durrani had just been a part of a huge scandal.
I was lucky enough to be close by so I got hold of him and drove him to my place.
Our mutual anger and frustration culminated in a series of confessions and a heated make out session.
We had insane chemistry, and we had not even done the deed till now.
Sultan Durrani felt strongly for me.
I felt strongly for him.
And his family was definitely going to find a way to get him married to Narmeen.
Oh…this was not good.
‘Sultan?’ I whispered.
‘Hmm?’ He hummed, now busy marking my neck.
‘Baby…’ I half-breathed out. ‘We need to talk.’
His body froze and I knew he had the same thoughts flooding his brain. Very slowly, he pulled away to look at my face, wearing an expression of pain and disbelief.
‘I better…clean up,’ he muttered and got off me, rushing into the bathroom. Immediately I felt a major sense of loss as the heat of his body left mine.
I sat up, feeling numb, and went towards my wardrobe. Finally I spotted myself in the mirror, taking in my appearance. My hair was disheveled, no signs remained of straightening them this morning. My kohl rimmed eyes and mascara had spread down my cheeks, staining them black. My lipstick was gone, smudged across my jaw and I noticed a faint trail down to my throat. Obviously it transferred to Sultan and the rest was his doing.
Looking lower, my neck was marked, which would turn darker as time passed. Large reddened palm marks decorated my torso wherever he had held me tightly, especially at my throat. I felt a new gush of arousal as I remembered his darkened graze that he held me captive while he had his hand wrapped around my neck.
My messy state and appearance did not bother me a single bit. All I could think of was how perfectly we fit together, how these marks he gave me had made me his in a way…how I longed for us to…
Snap out of it Noora!
‘Uhh, Sultan?’
‘Yes?’ He replied after a couple of seconds.
‘Are you doing okay?’
Wow Noora, you are really a dumbass…
‘Fine,’ His voice had a nervous edge to it. ‘Umm…where are the towels?’
‘The cupboard next to the shower cubicle. Take your time.’
That was when I realised my state of undress and quickly hopped over to my dresser, pulling out a pair of pyjamas, a loose oversized tee and my most boring underwear set. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me half naked and we would jump each others’ bones again.
‘Uhh…can I come in?’ I asked him hesitantly. ‘My makeup remover is in there.’
‘Sure,’ he answered.
We stood in front of the mirror awkwardly, Sultan fixing his hair and trying to get the crimson lipstick off his white shirt while I ran a cotton pad soaked in Micellar water all over my face, getting rid of the evidence of my nearly-f**ked state.
‘This isn’t coming off…’ he pointed awkwardly to his stained collar.
‘You’ll have to dry clean it,’ I said softly. ‘Sorry for that.’
‘Should’ve known better than to wear white,’ he grinned, trying to lighten the mood.
I giggled, ‘Okay well…at least take off the lipstick from your mouth. I’ll see you outside.’
I waited patiently for Sultan while a thousand thoughts ran throughout my mind. What we did was not wrong but given the situation, it was not the best idea to get involved in any way. Sultan had to get over whatever he felt for Nageen and deal with his family. Even though his phone was switched off, I was aware of the number of missed calls and messages he must have received. If anything, his uncle must be seething in anger.
The mattress weighed down next to me, an indication that Sultan had sat down on my right.
‘Hey,’ I said softly, holding his hand. ‘It’ll be okay.’
‘I hope so,’ he sighed. ‘Noora, I am sorry.’
‘What for?’ My brows furrowed in confusion.
‘For the way I behaved. I lost my temper and yelled at you.’
I cut him off, ‘Its okay. You don’t really have to apologise. I saw the crap you just went through. In fact I am surprised that you didn’t go all out.’
‘Still,’ he grinned. ‘Not the best thing to do.’
‘Agreed. But don’t beat yourself over it.’
‘I work on it.’ He told himself more than me.
I hummed in response, finally bringing up the elephant in the room, ‘And about what just happened between us—’
‘I am sor—’
‘Jeez, why do you get all worked up and start apologising? Sweetie, what happened between us was consensual and I don’t regret it.’
‘You don’t?’ His cheeks turned slightly pink even though he maintained a calm exterior.
‘In fact, I think we both needed it,’ I laughed softly, blushing. ‘I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time.’
‘Honestly Noora, I haven’t felt this way for anyone,’ he replied, smiling. ‘True I had my own share of fun when I was younger, but this connection, this chemistry…baby it was insane.’
‘I know. It felt it too.’
‘I swear in my 32 years, never have I wanted someone in my life so badly. Physically, emotionally, mentally.’
‘Me too.’ His mini confession had turned me into a teenager all over again. Butterflies erupted in my belly, a huge beam spread over my face as well as all the blood in my body ran to my cheeks. I dipped my head down so that he would not see me, a nearly 25-year old, behaving like an adolescent.
‘Hey.’ He tipped my chin upwards, stroking my cheek. ‘Don’t hide yourself from me. We’re being honest, right?’
‘Yes. I just…I’ve…I’ve dated previously, but nothing felt like this. You know what I mean?’
‘Of course,’ he smiled gently, eye crinkles spreading across his handsome face.
I leaned my face into his touch, closing my eyes. I felt his breath fanning over my face, his nose brushing lightly against me…knowing we would be crossing our lines yet again…
‘So sweet,’ he mumbled against my lips, I responded with a soft sigh escaping my mouth. ‘If I had my way, we’d never leave this room.’
Dear God.
‘But I’m gonna stop now,’ he grinned and moved away, letting go of my face. I immediately felt the loss but he made up for it by entwining our hands together, more as a sign of reassurance than anything else.
‘Tease,’ I mumbled, still blushing.
Seeing Sultan without his usual stoic appearance, and a slight frown on his forehead. How tightly wound he was at all times. Never opening up to anyone or trust anybody easily. Being used by everyone and yet never really reacting. It takes a lot to be this immune to people’s bullshit.
‘What’s wrong?’ He asked me.
‘Nothing. Just spaced out for a minute I guess.’
‘Hmm…’ He was busy playing with my hand.
‘Sultan?’ I sighed. ‘You know we can’t do this.’
‘I do,’ he replied. ‘This entire Nageen fiasco, my family…it just isn’t fair to you.’
I rested my head on his shoulder, a gesture of comfort for both of us, ‘Plus your family is going to try and get you married to your cousin now. Gotta wriggle out of that.’
He laughed deeply, his shoulders visibly relaxing, ‘You know I really want you in my life, don’t you?’
‘I do. That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.’
‘Noora…’
‘Hey I’d still be in your life!’ I stood in front of him quickly, arms on my hips, my tone almost reprimanding.
‘Yeah well…that’s not what I meant.’ He tugged me forward, resting his head on my belly, putting my arms around him. I caressed his hair in response.
Who would have thought Sultan Durrani was so affectionate?
‘I know what you mean,’ I said. ‘But you know the complications.’
‘Uhuh.’
‘Besides, what about Nageen?’
‘Dug her own grave, that one. She doesn’t exist for me anymore.’
‘Fair enough.’
‘What’s the time?’
‘Umm…its nearly 6 pm.’
‘Shit.’
Yeah his phone had been switched off for quite some time now.
‘I’ll get your phone.’ Letting go off him, I went to the living room, rummaging through my handbag until I found the device, turning only to find Sultan standing behind me, ‘I was gonna come back inside?’
‘I need to leave. There’s work I gotta complete and…well, dealing with all of this.’ He switched on his phone, already anticipating the notifications.
‘Hey just a suggestion,’ I offered hesitantly. ‘I can help you out with damage control if you like.’
‘Really? How so?’ He sat on the nearest available surface, looking intently at me.
‘Well…’ I ignored the constant vibrating of his iPhone 11 Pro. ‘Obviously your PR will ask you to make a statement, give an interview and post on your social media that you were the victim. And in those posts, you mention me as being the person who dragged you from the location. Then they’ll come to me for confirmation…which they’ll get.’
‘You and I both know I wasn’t entirely the victim.’ He shook his head.
‘I know that. But you have a lot to lose. While I don’t agree with you screaming and calling her b**ch, lets be honest, all you did was try and ask her out normally but her superiority complex got the better of her.’
‘You’ll really make a statement for me?’
‘Hey, didn’t I tell you I’m your friend?’ I winked at him.
He chuckled, ‘Well…thank you.’
‘No problem.’
‘And…I gotta go now.’
‘Wait, how are you gonna get home? Don’t you have to call your chauffeur or someone?’
‘He’s already here,’ Sultan showed me his screen. ‘The reason why I hired my team is because I can never go out of their sight.’
‘Impressive. But what if you want to be alone?’
‘They know where I am for my safety. But they don’t go around telling others.’
‘As much as you love your team, I think you’ll have to try and find out who uploaded the video. If its a citizen, its fine, ignore it. But I have my doubts that someone’s done this on purpose.’
‘I’ll get to it.’ He said without hesitation, picking up his coat and wore his sunglasses. Within the flash of a second, he was back playing the role of the emotionless, powerful businessman, no traces of even a smile on his face.
‘Not gonna lie, that’s kinda scary,’ I said as I reached out to open the main door.
He broke into yet another laugh, ‘Stop doing that, I gotta stay in character!’
‘Sorry,’ I said, not at all sorry.
‘You’re gonna pay for that,’ he said smugly.
‘Oh yeah? How?’
The next minute I was in his arms, him kissing the life out of me. Sultan’s right hand wrapped tightly around me while his free hand tangled in my hair gently, taking complete control. My hands found their way to his waist, resting there and trying to respond to, what I am sure was, the best kiss of my life. Within no time, I was living, feeling and breathing Sultan Durrani. He had once again managed to take over every cell in my body, igniting the fire again.
I wished we could stay like this forever, but alas, the moment had to end somewhere.
Sultan gently pulled away, steadying me, kissing my forehead now. ‘I won’t apologise for this.’
‘Jerk.’ I smiled, trying to regain my balance as he let go off me.
‘By the way…there is an election campaign benefit coming up next month and it will be held at my family house in Larkana. Would you like to be my date? Strictly as friends?’
‘I will if you promise to stop kissing me,’ I grinned. ‘Otherwise, you’re making it very difficult.’
‘That’s a tough one…but done.’ He looked at me once again, his eyes piercing into my soul, filling my tummy with butterflies. ‘Take care Noora. I’ll see you around.’
‘You too.’
Kissing the back of my hand, he naughtily smiled, reminding me he had not broken his promise and left, closing the door.
My legs gave away at that minute and I found myself sitting on the floor trying to calm my heart.
I was screwed before, but now even more so…because the voice in my head had already told me what I had started to feel for that man.
I created Noora whereas Sultan is from the show.
So the only representation that you can really get of how hot they'd be is this video 😆
Its not Noora but Katherine's super close to what she'd be like 😆
Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale
I created Noora whereas Sultan is from the show.
So the only representation that you can really get of how hot they'd be is this video 😆
Its not Noora but Katherine's super close to what she'd be like 😆
Naughty 🐅
Wow Ashley that was a beautiful read! ❤️
So you had Nora to get his name cleared here properly unlike how it happens in Deewangi. 😆
You had so many things covered in this one. For the first time not just Nora but we as readers too get to know what his past was like. And that was very insightful and in depth about what happened in his early years and how it has shaped his life. So background story is important, i wish makers did this in dramas as well. Lol
Sultan not being able to take the spice reminded me of a similar scene in Deewangi when Nageen and Sultan go eat Pani Puri. Danny was funny with his cute antics there. So i could imagine this scene.
And i liked how the tone got naughty in the end from a serious start. Also, friends with sultan. Nice joke nora. Lol
Waiting to read the next chapters. Keep up the good work. ❤️❤️❤️
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