《Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔》Prologue
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"What are you doing in my room?"
She said as soon as her eyes landed on Ibtihaj who was now locking door behind him.
"Why? Can't I come here? It's my very own house forgot that??"
He said taking threatening steps towards her.
"Yes! It's your house. You can go anywhere you want but you can't come in my room at this time. Get out of here!!"
She semi yelled.
"Why? Can't a husband come in his wife's room? Well night is basically the best time a husband spends with his wife. Getting my point?."
He was about to hold her hand when she flinched back.
He again tried but she again yanked his hand away.
"Don't touch me!!"
She said sternly.
"Or else? Han? What will you do??"
He raised brow at her still marching towards her.
"I.. I am telling you stay away!!"
She said threatening him but he only smirked.
He was walking towards her and she was flinching back.
This continued until her back touched the wall.
She raised her head with horrific expression on her face.
He was so close to her that his breath was fanning her lips.
"Look I am here this close to you. Do whatever you want!!"
He said challenging her.
He was not touching her but still he was touching her everywhere!!
She started pushing and punching him but she was too weak to even move him.
He suppressed a laugh and started caressing her cheek with his nose.
And boom!!!
Sparks flew all around when their bodies touched each other.
"I said DON'T TOUCH ME!!!'
She yelled with all the confidence left in her.
This always pushes Ibtihaj off the cliff when someone shouts on him.
"Why? Do you feel disgusted? Tell me? Do my touch makes you feel bad?"
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He said gritting teeth while his hands were roaming all over her arms.
"It makes me hate myself!!"
She spat on his face.
With one swift motion he yanked her towards himself making her head collide with his rock chest.
Their bodies were crushing into each other. No space was left between them.
He clenched her jaw making her whince.
"Why? Why you feel disgusted with me when you never felt conscious for your body while showing it to other non-mehram males? Why it makes you hate me when you never pushed that bastard Hassan when he used to kiss your cheeks Han?? Remember one thing Mrs. Anfal Ibtihaj!!! I am your husband and you are my righteous wife!! I have all rights on you. I can feel you, touch you, caress you, hate you or ..."
He stopped and looked directly in her eyes.
" Or love you!! And only I CAN!!"
He yelled at her face.
She gathered all her courage and punched him directly on his jaw.
" YOU!!!"
He pulled her more into him and with one swift motion he threw her muffler on bed snatching it from her neck.
"Stop!!"
She shouted in teary voice.
"Why? Why would I Stop? Does it feel wrong?"
He said gripping back of her neck.
She just nodded.
"No!! No miss Anfal it is not wrong!! I am your husband and it is my right!!"
He saw an ocean of fear flowing in her eyes.
"Nothing is wrong between you and me!! Remember that!!!"
He said clenching her jaw.
"Say that you won't show your beauty anyone except me!!"
He shouted at her face.
She stood still and kept on starring at him.
"SAY IT!!!!"
He gripped her waist more tightly.
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"Ple..please!! Ibti.. Ibtihaj..you are hitting me!!"
She said with tears flowing on her cheeks due to uncontrollable pain on her waist and neck which he was holding beastly.
He was least interested in her tears all he cared about that time was to memorize her that she belonges to him and ONLY he have rights on her!!
"SAY I.."
"OK ok I won't!!"
She raised her hands in front of him to stop him cause she has heard that how beasty he gets when he is angry.
"What you won't??"
He raised brow at her.
"Won't show.. show my beauty to anyone.."
" And??"
"Except you!!"
She whispered and put her hands close to her chest crying.
"Tell me who owns you?"
All the scenes of their wedding flashed in fronf of her eyes and she didn't speak.
"SPEAK UP DAMMIT!!!"
He said slamming his fist beside her head on wall making her jump in fear.
" Ya..youu..!!"
She stuttered and he smirked.
"Good!!"
With that said he left her.
She was about to move back when he again held her wrist and yanked her towards him.
She looked at him with horror in her eyes.
"Keep one thing in your dumb brain that I know about my rights properly if I am not imposing them right now and letting them go then it doesn't mean that I will never!! Remember one thing I can claim you wherever and whenever I want!!"
He whispered huskily near her ear making shivers run down to her spine.
She flinched at his words.
He left her or more yanked her towards wall and left the room.
She slided down to ground and curled up in ball crying.
This was the first time after their marriage when he touched her and that too in this way!!
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