Mistress

Chapter 41- Wife or mistress

Meher's p.o.v

" Finally, you are officially mine. Let's celebrate our wedding night," He said from behind with a

mischievous voice.

I turned towards him and said wiping my tears," Now, your wish of marrying me is also fulfilled. Please,

let me return to India."

I requested him hoping that he will agree because I think his wish of binding me with him is fulfilled

now.

" Why so hurry love? We will return. But, first, we will celebrate our honeymoon here as well," He said

smiling and came forward.

My face becomes paled after hearing him. All those humiliating moments from the past started flashing

in front of my eyes and my heart is becoming heavy. Will he again treat me as his mistress?

I asked him blankly," So, you will force me again to sleep with you?"

This time he clutched my chin and said brushing my lips with his thumb," Listen, love, you are my wife

now and I have every right on you. Taking what's legally mine isn't called force. Do you understand?"

I knew it. This man is a complete pervert and now he has found the license of torturing me however he

wants and wherever he wants.

" Yeah, I understand. You are right. Then, a husband also must respect his wife's decision," I said to

him without any fear.

He asked me fixing his scrutinising gaze on my face," What are you talking about?"

" You have forcefully married me and I haven't said anything. But, I want you to not force me in the bed,

please," I said with hesitation because I am feeling embarrassed while taking the words. I don't want to

sleep with him again.

After hearing me, he started laughing loudly like I have said a joke. I knitted my brows seeing his

reaction.

" Oh, my naive love! Listen to me very carefully, I don't need anyone's permission to take what's

lawfully mine. And about the decision? It's your duty to fulfil my every need. Because you are my wife

now," He said holding my right forearm tightly.

I just closed my eyes after hearing him because of helplessness and few drops of tear escaped from

my eyes.

I asked him with my trembling," In the past, it was my job to fulfil your needs and now it's my duty to

fulfil your needs! Have you ever considered my feelings for once? Is this your love? I am still just an

object to fulfil your needs?"

Hearing my questions I saw him looking at me weirdly. I saw that his eyes are softening and he is

silent. I saw him thinking something deeply.

" You are thinking in the wrong way. I didn't say that you are an object. Just accept me and I will fill your

life with every happiness," He said softly and a sarcastic painful laughter escaped from my mouth.

I just took a deep breath and said timidly with a hurtful voice," For you, I am still your mistress. I still

don't have the position to object about anything in front of you."

" You are not my mistress anymore. You are my wife. Accept this reality and accept me wholeheartedly.

Only then you will understand how much I love you," He said in one go and I stayed silent.

This isn't love. The person who doesn't care about my feelings can't love me ever. It's his obsession

and he just wants to possess me. I was stupid to think that he will be a better person one day.

I am just standing here with Mehrab in my arms having a blank expression on my face. This man is

incapable of understanding my feelings.

Suddenly, he said to me with concern," You must be hungry. You need to eat. Mehrab might be hungry

too. Wake him up and feed him the food too."

Yes, I am hungry but I have lost my appetite after hearing his thought about my feelings.

Before I could refuse, he said trying to touch Mehrab," Give him to me. Let me hold him. I will wake him

up gently."

" Don't touch my son," I yelled loudly and jerked off his hands from Mehrab.

He didn't like my this attitude. I saw him clenching his jaw and fisting his palm in anger.

He hissed at me," And never claim him as your son only. He is also my son. I know that Mehrab is my

biological son."

This time I felt like the ground was slipped from under my feet. My eyes become widened like saucers.

How did he know that Mehrab is his son? I never told him. Then, who did? Is it Haniya or his grandma?

I am still looking at him with my shocked expression when he said holding my shoulders tightly,"

Shocked, Right? You must be wondering how I come to know about Mehrab's identity. Then, let me tell

you that you can't hide the truth forever."

" You are not his father, "I again protested holding Mehrab protectively.

He replied patting Mehrab's head," The truth will not change by your denial. Mehrab is my son."

I just sighed and didn't say anything further. What's the point of denying? He has already known the

truth.

But, something clicked inside my head and I asked him sternly," So, you threatened me even after

knowing that Mehrab is your son? You used your own son to threaten me?"

" You didn't leave any choice in front of me," He replied without any remorse in his voice.

I asked him making a disgusted face," Aur kitna niche girenge aap! ( How much low you will step?).

You used your own blood to..........

I couldn't complete my sentence when he clutched my hairs along with my dupatta(stole) which was

covering my hairs and barked on my face," If I didn't threaten you and kidnapped then you would have

already warmed Rehaan's bed."

" Leave me...Ah.....leave my hairs," I said groaning in pain.

He left my hairs and said softening his voice," My love, don't force me to behave like a savage. Be a

good girl and accept this marriage."

Before I could refuse or snap at him, I heard Mehrab's baby voice.

" Mamma," He called and I beamed with happiness.

I said kissing his cheeks," Baccha(kiddo) you are awake?"

He let out a cute yank and said with his sleepy voice," Mamma, I am hungry."

" See, that's what I was telling you. Let's have our dinner," I heard Sehreyar's concerned voice.

Before I could say anything, he dragged me towards the dining space and sat me down on a chair. He

also sat beside me. Mehrab is now in my lap.

I noticed that the food is already served. All the food items are delicious and mouth-watering. But, who

served the food? Apparently, the maids have served the food before leaving.

" Start eating and give Mehrab to me. I will feed him," Sehreyar said more like ordered me and I just

rolled my eyes.

I replied rudely," No need. I will feed him."

After that, he didn't say anything further and started eating his food. While eating, he was continuously

glaring at me which made me very uncomfortable.

I just ignored him and continued my eating. His presence is making me sick.

After finishing my food I asked him," Can I have a glass of milk?"

" For what? Riding on me tonight," He replied like a jerk and his signature devilish smirk is plastered on

his face.

I fisted my palm in anger and replied," Mehrab has a habit of drinking milk before sleeping. That's why I

was asking."

He gave me a naughty smile and I said having an annoyed look," For Allah's sake, don't talk like that in

front of Mehrab."

" Ok. Then, I will talk like that when we will be making love on the bed," He said winking at me and left

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I just looked down because of embarrassment after hearing his shameless words. He has no common

sense and shame at all.

Thanks to Allah that Mehrab is sleepy and he wasn't concentrating on our conversation. Otherwise, I

might have to answer his embarrassing questions.

Author's p.o.v

Meher is lying on the bed with Mehrab who is sleeping peacefully. Mehrab is in deep sleep clutching his

mother's one hand.

Meher is stroking Mehrab's baby hairs affectionately. She has removed the heavy jewellery from her

and now she is only in her red lehenga. Those jewelleries were suffocating her too much. That's why

she decided to remove them.

She is now only thinking about escaping from here. She is thinking of going to the police. If she

complains against Sehreyar to the police then she might return to India. She is also thinking of

contacting her family members. They must be very worried about her.

Meher is in deep thought when a maid entered the room without knocking. Meher looked at the maid

with her confusing expression.

" Mam, Sehreyar Sir has ordered me to take little sir to another room," The maid informed Meher

referring to Mehrab as little sir.

Meher replied to the maid," I am not giving my son to anyone. You can go now."

Meher is very protective whenever it comes to Mehrab. She can't rely on anyone about Mehrab.

Moreover, she can't leave her son alone in this unknown place.

" Mam, it's Sir's order. Try to understand," The maid said and tried to touch Mehrab.

Meher jerked off her hand and said angrily," Don't touch him. He needs me always and I am not letting

anyone to take him away from me."

" I also need you, love," Sehreyar said entering the room.

Meher looked at him and said angrily," I am not giving my son to anyone."

" Why are you behaving like an immature person? He will be in the room which is beside our room. And

she(the maid) will take care of Mehrab. Nothing will happen to him," Sehreyar said with his pissed off

voice.

Then, without any warning, Sehreyar picked up sleeping Mehrab in his arms. He kissed Mehrab's

forehead and gave him to the maid.

" Take him to the other room and always be with him. It he cries then inform me ASAP," Sehreyar

ordered the maid and she started going towards the door to leave the room.

Meher tried to run after Mehrab but Sehreyar caught her by her waist and threw her on the bed like a

rag doll. Meher landed on the bed in an awkward position.

Sehreyar locked the door hurriedly and came in front of Meher. He is looking at Meher with his

predatory lustful eyes.

Meher crawled backwards on the bed and said almost pleading," Sehreyar, I request you. Please, don't

do anything to me. I am not in the state to........."

" Shhhh............." Sehreyar said pressing his index finger on her lips while he was leaning at her level.

Sehreyar said creepily caressing her cheeks," Love, you have kept me away from you for 3 years. Not

anymore. You don't have any idea how much I have missed you."

"Please, try to understand," Meher said turning her face in another direction while tears started soaking

her rosy cheeks.

Sehreyar grabbed her chin and whispered in her ear licking her earlobe," Listen to me very carefully,

love. If you resist then it will hurt. But, if you don't resist then you will feel pleasure."

Saying that Sehreyar pushed Meher on the bed. Her head landed on the pillow and she couldn't stop

her crying. She understood that Sehreyar isn't going to take her consent.

It will be better if she remains silent. She doesn't want to hear his humiliating and threatening words.

She is just controlling her emotions by biting her lips. She has no choice to escape from this reality. If

she resists then he will obviously force her and she doesn't want to go through hell by resisting.