Hooriya stared at the mirror as she set her lipstick. Wearing her earrings she twirled around and she looked perfect.Sitting on the couch she slipped into her heels and did the last touch-ups of her makeup. She turned to leave when the door opened only to reveal her husband.Hamza stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glided over her beautiful form draped in a maroon dress that complimented her skin."I don't want to get late, let's go." She mumbled walking over to him."How can you expect us not to be late when you look so ravishing," He grumbled blocking her way as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and jerked her to him.She yelped as her hands landed on his chest. He was wearing black Shalwar Kameez, the traditional wear and he looked so handsome that even she wanted to be a little late."And you look so handsome," She mused, looping her arms around his neck as the tip of her nails caressed his nape.His eyes darkened seeing the naughty look in her eyes.
"Hooriya, staff could handle it," Batool said walking into the kitchen."I'm just checking, mom," Hooriya said. She has started calling Batool mom and Batool loves it.Today they have invited everyone over for dinner. A month has passed since Farhan and Salaar's wedding and things were going smoothly. Everyone was happy in their homes."They'll be here any minute. Go get ready," Batool pulled Hooriya out of the kitchen and sent her to her room.Hooriya took a quick shower and wore a new set of clothes as she blow-dried her hair and applied a baby pink lip color.She descended the stairs as Salaar and Haniya had already arrived. She greeted them as they sat in the lounge with Batool.Walking to the dining hall she called Hamza and he picked on the first call. Before she could say anything he was already speaking."I'm on my way, Hoor. On my way. Just ten more minutes and I'll be there. I promise I'll be there on time," He said hurriedly and she sighed."That'll be very considerate of y
"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