"H...Hamza," She whispered shyly. "I can do this, you don't have to." She said for the third time. "Just relax, Hoor, and let me do my work." He rasped. They both were in the bathtub naked. She was sitting between his legs as he gently massaged her shoulders and back. Giving kisses on her shoulders once in a while. The water was warm and soothing for her swollen and aching muscles. She stiffened feeling the baby kick. "Hamza, the baby is kicking," She said as he shifted hurriedly. His big warm hand landed on her full nine months pregnant belly as she guided his hand to the spot where she could feel the movement. A huge grin plastered on his lips as his eyes sparkled in joy and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Hoor," He called as she tilted her head to look at him. Grabbing her jaw he kissed her juicy lips. Her lips parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as she panted. His feathery kisses trailed down to her neck and then he
5 years later. She whimpered, feeling something moving inside her. "Ahh," She moaned, feeling a pinch down there. A deep groan caused her eyes to blink open and her blurry gaze collided with the warm obsidian pools that were swarming with lust and need for her as he moved inside her. He thrusts hard making her back arch up as she grips his forearms tightly, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the moans. He kissed her neck as one of his hands fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple as he pounded in her hard and fast as they both came and he rocked her through their pleasure. He plopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, sweetheart," He rasped in his deep morning voice and she smiled covering her body with the sheets, and turned around to face him. It has been six years since their marriage and she still blushes and gets shy under his scrutiny. Hamza didn't know what he had done in his life to deserve her. "Good morning," She whispered, smiling
She has angel's eyes,Trapped soul, and, Shattered wings.Hooriya. A 21-year-old, professional dancer. Born and raised in a brothel. A beautiful soul with a heart of gold. She was surviving the shambles of her life. No family, no loved ones. Just a plain life where she was forced to crush her conscience and modesty, and dance in front of rich landlords just because she was born into this life. It was all good until her dignity was safe. Until she was untouched.But life rhymes, but not the way we want it to rhyme.A rich man showed interest in her. He asked for her one night but when he got to know she didn't sell her nights, he opted to claim her with force. And she retaliated in defense. This small act to save herself brought her into the clutches of the vicious man.Hamza Shah.He was all seven of the deadly sins.Hamza Shah,A, 29 years old ominous monster. A heartless man with piercing obsidian eyes that sends chills down her spine. He is a killer and a sinner with no remorse.
The dirty floor was ice cold as she bundled her feet in her ghagra (long fancy skirt). Her skin was freezing as she rubbed her arms for some warmth. The back of her nose tickled but she refused to cry. She prayed to God to save her from his lethal clutches. She wasn't even at fault. Her life was already miserable but she was coping up until now. She didn't want to be the ruins of this storm.She was whacking her mind over and over again but ended up with nothing. Her heart jostled and lurched to her mouth when the door burst open with such vicious force that it banged against the wall and made a loud menacing noise that crashed through the tense air.She stumbled to her feet, her legs already trembling in fear when her eyes met with the dark intense ones of her captor.This time he didn't start with a verbal inquiry. Instead, he opted straight for her, prowling towards her like a crazed beast who was ready to rip her soul apart.Her eyes darted to the open door over his shoulder. Ru
"Next is your turn," Maalik (master) said as the girl nodded her head. She was sitting quietly on a chair in the makeup room. Hooriya stared at her henna-clad hands, the maroon color stood out on her pale skin. She was donning a gorgeous long fancy skirt with a blouse, it was heavily embellished. The work on it was expensive.She was their most thriving pawn. The girls who were dancing now were just a start, Maalik (master) loves to make his customers wait before dropping the bomb on them and Maalik's bomb was none other than Hooriya. The dancer everyone awaits to get a glimpse of.She had lived her whole life in a brothel. She was allowed to study till twelfth grade. After that, she was made to work as a maid at the brothel. The dance teacher there taught her dancing and with time she was known in the brothel as the most graceful dancer. The first time she performed, she already snatched the hearts of many men.Maalik was the proudest. He had told her countless times, that when she w
Hooriya took a long shower to relax. She looked dull and worn out, if Maalik saw dark circles under her eyes, he would go mad. She didn't have breakfast because she wasn't hungry. She did her makeup and hair for today's mehfil (gathering). Changing into a heavy ghagra choli (long skirt with blouse) she was ready for the day.She quietly trekked out of her room. With her head bowed down, she immediately passed through the dimly lit corridors, taking the stairs until she reached the main hall where Maalik was waiting for her.Other girls were also there with whom she had to perform. Today she had to dance at three gatherings. Maalik stood up and strode past her to the front door when there was a loud bang and the big doors burst open.Everyone gasped and a few of the girls shrieked as everyone stepped back, their eyes wide as they goggled at the number of men dressed in black; crowding in the place."What is happening here?" Maalik asked in anger as one of those guys walked further. He
The door was knocked once before it opened to reveal Akram, the butler of the haveli (mansion)."Madam is requesting your presence, Saab (sir)," Akram said in a respectable voice as Hamza sighed. "I'll be there," he said as the butler nodded his head and left his room.Hamza closed the file he was working on. His documents were still scattered on the bed, he shut his laptop and left his room.He gently knocked at the door and heard a light come in, he ambled in and a soft gentle smile adorned his lips as soon as he saw his mother opening her arms for him.He crouched down on the floor beside his mother's chair and the elderly woman caressed his hair, a beautiful smile on her lips as she gazed at her son with pride and love."Mera sher, (my tiger)," His mother, Batool Shah patted his shoulder lovingly as the most feared mafia man became soft for his mother. He placed his head on her lap as she caressed his shoulder. He felt peace in his mother's embrace."You don't have any time for yo
He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. His eyes darted around the room which was dimly lit, he noticed her precisely when her anklets made a sound, and his head whipped in her direction.For a second he thought Farhan abducted a bride but then he recalled she was a dancer as well. Must be leaving to earn more money and kill a few guys when Farhan brought her here.He came to a pause right in front of her. Her face wasn't much visible but he cared less. He asked her who she was working for and damn. She was an excellent actor.As soon as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, he was surprised by its softness. Her hands were small as they landed on his chest. She smelled like roses. Her voice was small and timid. The girl was trembling like a leaf. She tried to struggle as he interrogated her but it was of no use. Surprisingly she seemed fragile or perhaps it was all an act, he couldn't think of anything else so he simply warned her. Trying to frighten her so she would spea