“How did I end up here?”
He immediately sat up, snapping out of his daze, still feeling the warmth of her smooth wrist in his hands. He glanced down at his hands and then back at her, noticing she was on the verge of tears.
“Thand lag rahi thi tumhe, subah utha kar laaya hun,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, trying to act as if nothing had happened a few minutes earlier.
(You were feeling cold, so I put you on the bed in the morning.)
“Aap... aapne kuch kiya hai... Mujhe pata hai, mujhe ghar jaana hai,” she said, looking at her loose hair.
(You... you have done something. I know it. I want to go home.)
He glared at her as she stood up to find her hairband. She moved around, not paying much attention to her neckline, where his eyes were fixated.
She wasn't accustomed to wearing deep necklines, but all the clothes her mother had given her after marriage had deep necks, revealing the skin below her collarbone and a hint of her softness.
He spoke, "Agar maine kuch kiya hota toh tum chalne ke layak na bachti abhi," and she looked at him, puzzled.
(If I had done something, you wouldn't be able to walk right now.)
The look in her eyes told him everything.
He was in disbelief.
“Fuck, you don't know what I am talking about?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“Bhala main kyun nahi chal paaungi?” she asked innocently.
(Why wouldn’t I be able to walk?)
He glanced at her from head to toe, wondering whether he should explain it to her or not.
Then, an idea came to him about what he should do next.
"Yaha aao," he commanded, and she hesitantly walked towards him.
(Come here.)
“Sit down,” he ordered, and she, like an obedient child, sat next to him, her mind still replaying his words.
“Mujhe aap se kuch poochna hai,” she said before he could speak, and he nodded, gesturing for her to continue.
(I want to ask you something.)
“Yesterday…” she paused, her hands sweating and her face flushed with embarrassment.
Raza, noticing her hesitation, placed his hand over hers, which was resting on the bedsheet.
Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull her hand away, but his grip tightened.
“Kaho...” he commanded, his voice deep and threatening as he rubbed his thumb against her smooth fingers.
(Speak.)
“Wo… Auratein keh rahi thi ki…” she began, but her eyes spoke the words she couldn't bring herself to say. She wasn’t comfortable discussing it with him.
(Those women were saying that...)
He nodded and moved closer to her, “Kya keh rahi thi sab bataao, ek ek baat. Mai tumhara shohar hun, mujhse kuch nahi chupana hai.”
(Tell me everything they said, every single word. I'm your husband; you shouldn't hide anything from me.)
She blinked and nodded as if she understood what he meant. She had heard it from her mother as well; she was saying it to both Rafia and her.Don't hide anything from your husband.
“Wo na… Wo Amma keh rahi thi ki, Tumhari shaadi hai kal, Wo jo kahega karna hoga, Jaise bole wahi karna hai, Usko kabhi udaas mat karna aur Usko kabhi mana mat karna aur Wo jo bhi kare usse karne dena, jaise chuye jaha chuye chune dena, kapde utare to rona mat… aur mujhe hasi aa rahi thi, ab main bacchi thodi hun ki aap mere kapde badlenge apne haathon se…” She stopped, gulping nervously, and looked at him. His eyes urged her to continue, a slight smile playing on his lips.
(Mom said, tomorrow is your wedding day, you will have to do whatever he says, do exactly as he instructs, never make him sad, never refuse him, and let him do whatever he wants, let him touch you wherever and however he wants, and if he takes off your clothes, don’t cry… I was laughing, thinking I’m not a child, why would you take off my clothes and change them?)
“Aur… Dard hota hai thoda, ye bhi kaha tha, par kal hi bataya… magar kasam hai aapki, agar pata hota ki dard hoga shaadi ke baad, to main shaadi hi na karti. Wo to Amma ne kaha ki mujhe chudiya aur naye kapde milenge aur mai jo kahungi wo mera shohar laakar dega. Wo na, main Gudiya ko bhi apna baccha bana kar sulati thi mere saath… Rafi ne kaha kisi ko batana mat… aur jab maine kaha ki mujhe gudiya chahiye jo Amma ne phek diya, tab Rafi ne kaha ki shaadi kar le, gudiya nahi baccha milega.”
(And… she said it would hurt a little, she told me that yesterday… but I swear, if I had known it would hurt after marriage, I wouldn’t have agreed to it. But Mom said I’d get bangles and new clothes, and whatever I asked for, my husband would give me. I used to take my doll with me to sleep, treating it like my baby… Rafi said not to tell anyone about this… and when I asked for the doll that Mom threw away, Rafi said to marry you and you’d give me a real baby, not a doll.)
Raza was stunned by this revelation. He first closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he glanced around his room as if it were about to engulf him. As if that wasn’t enough, she spoke again, further unsettling him.
“When will you give me a baby? And is it necessary to take off clothes? Will you break my leg afterward so I won't be able to walk?” she asked. Suddenly, she was beneath him, lying on the bed, staring up at him in shock.
“Now, you will do whatever I tell you, okay?” he said, looking into her eyes, trying to control his anger.
She nodded, still holding her breath.
“Breathe,” he gritted out, frustrated.He had never considered this reason for her marrying him, and it also meant she knew nothing about sex.
“Have you studied the human body and reproduction?” he asked hesitantly, fearing her response.
She nervously looked at him, blinking her eyes innocently, unknowingly tempting him to do something he would regret.
"No," she replied simply, but now Raza wanted to bash his head against every wall in his room and die.
Seeing the shock on his face, she continued, "You know I don't like going to school, and Amma told me that if I marry you, I wouldn't have to go to school anymore."
"You are going to school, and after that, college too," he said, putting an end to her argument.
"No, I'm not going there again," she protested.
"Oh, you will. If not, then be prepared. I'll take off your clothes and show you what reproduction is," he threatened.
His hand moved to her shoulder and then slowly slid to her neck. As he caressed her collarbone, he continued, "You know, they haven't told you what I'll do after taking off your clothes. I will touch you here."
He spoke, his eyes drifting toward her breasts. Her eyes widened as he slid his gaze down to her navel and then further down to her shalwar. As she followed his gaze, her face turned pale and flushed at the same time. She forgot to move, her mouth unable to utter a single word.
"And here too and you know what I will not only take off your clothes but mine too..." he said, now with a hint of mischief in his voice.
"You know, there was a chapter in your 8th-grade textbook about reproduction. It's okay if you haven't read it; I will teach you, and it will be a practical lesson, not just theory," he whispered near her thighs, though she could hear his voice clearly with her heartbeat racing.
"Reproduction in human beings is through sexual reproduction, where both male and female a
Gametes fertilize to give rise to an embryo.The fertilization of the human embryo occurs inside the body of the female. Thus, it is called internal fertilization,you know what embryo is? it's baby which i will give you in your stomach," he said, smirking as he looked at her face. Seeing that she looked as if she might faint, he decided to stop.
He stood up and offered her his hand, but she immediately sat up, leaning against the headboard, her eyes filled with tears. "I remember now-the chapter. The teacher said we were supposed to study it on our own, and I didn't. It was too ugly."
He hid his smile, controlling himself from laughing out loud at her terrified expression.
“There is an option, if you want it,” he said, making her look at him.
“Talk to your parents and tell them you want to study and stay at their house until you finish 12th grade. By doing this, you won’t have to deal with the reproduction part that would cause you pain. And listen, I will love to do that daily. If you don’t want to go to school, then stay with me. It’s okay for me. I would love to…” He bit his lip and glanced from her cleavage to her legs and then to her face, inside he was laughing at his win-win situation.
He found the situation amusing. Using his mind, he decided this was the best course of action. It wasn’t easy for him to get this close to her and look at the places he didn’t want to, but it was something that had to be done.
It was hard for him to believe she was so unaware of the relationship between husband and wife.
He was already looking for a way to avoid living with her until she turned 18 because it was too difficult for him to live with his wife and control his emotions. It wasn’t that she was young; her body was fully developed.
She was attractive, and that was what he feared. He intended to tell her that he would speak to her parents and suggest she continue her studies at their house. After completing her studies, she could live with him because living with him would distract her from her studies. However, the situation was different. Her parents wanted her to get married because she wasn’t interested in studying.
She wouldn’t have heard him, so he decided to manipulate and terrify her into refusing to live with him and focusing on her studies.
He didn’t know that his plan was going to backfire.
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