Aashiq (10) (18+)

 

***Rafiq's pov***

The haveli was alive, a grand celebration was organised, clinking glasses, and the constant buzz of conversation flowing in. Business associates mingled with familiar family faces, all lost in the celebration. The chandeliers sparkled and laughs mingled. 

I leaned against the carved pillar, swirling the non-alcoholic drink in my glass. 

My eyes, however, were fixed on the true jewel of the evening—my babydoll. She was draped in a stunning blue gown, the fabric flowing like a river alike trail around her. Her smile was steady, charming everyone around her, but her steps—her steps were slow, almost deliberate. She looked… tired.  

I couldn’t help the smirk that curled my lips. I knew why. The memories of last night’s escapades flashed in my mind. “Kya pata, office mein jo kiya uski wajah se thak gayi ho" I thought, the grin deepening. Or maybe it was what happened during lunch. Or dinner. 

Sex. We did it yesterday, all along. Mostly, I was the one who did it, while she submitted herself like a good girl, showing me her glistening wet pussy and nipples.  

Her cheeks still held a faint blush, perhaps from the intensity of it all. My eyes traced her every movement, drinking in the way she handled herself with poise, even when her exhaustion showed.  

As she caught my gaze from across the hall, her smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. It was enough for me. My smirk grew wider, and I raised my glass slightly, a silent toast just for her.  

Her eyes narrowed, barely perceptible, but I caught the subtle warning. It only made the game sweeter. 

She turned away, her attention shifting back to the guest she was speaking to. But I knew her mind was still with me, replaying the very moments I was savoring now.  

The night was long, the celebration vibrant, but all I could think about was her. My babydoll, tired yet radiant, glowing like the moonlight under a canopy of stars.  

The rich Dubai-accented businessman beside me was talking animatedly, his hands gesturing in wide arcs. I nodded occasionally, though I didn’t understand a word he said. 

My thoughts were elsewhere—occupied by my babydoll.  

Excusing myself with a polite nod, I scanned the room. Amidst the sea of guests, I spotted Ammi and Anisa walking beside Dalia. Ammi’s simple elegance contrasted with Anisa’s vibrant, almost blinding outfit, a perfect reflection of her chatty and bold personality. Dalia walked between them, her soft smile not reaching her eyes, as if weighed down by the night—or perhaps by me.  

Dalia called my Ammi as Badi Ammi, even though Ammi was technically her *Maamijaan*. After Dalia's mother passed away, my parents had accepted her and loved her like their own. That love was why Abbu had taken me aside last night when he saw me carrying a sleeping Dalia to her room.  

*"Wada karein, Rafiq. Dalia ki khushi aur izzat pe kabhi aanch nahi aayegi. Unka dil kabhi nahi todenge aap."* His voice had been firm, leaving no room for argument. And I gave him my word.

I would never break her heart, because I would break her body and soul, with my stamina and sexual activities. 

Anisa, as always, was a burst of energy. In a room filled with muted pastel hues, she was impossible to miss, her bright colors and nonstop chatter drawing attention. Adil, ever vigilant, followed her like a shadow, ensuring her safety. His team of snipers were stationed discreetly around several places in the haveli, ready to act on Adil's order. My world, of being Don, demanded such precautions. Being the richest man in the country—and a don—came with its risks.  

Nearby, Zaid nursed a drink, his irritation barely masked. Recent politician were making his word hard and he was irritated all week, that's when the alcohol came to help his mind and I didn’t blame him.  

"Handsome Don," a sultry voice purred as a hand slid over the back of my suit. I turned, my eyes cold as they met the overly familiar gaze of a businesswoman draped in a heavily embroidered lehenga.  

Her blouse had a deep cut and almost nothing was covering her chest and her whole waist was on display. 

(Disha patani spotted 🤸) 

"Roz aur zyada handsome lagte ho, Mr. Zaveri," she said, her red lips curling into a flirtatious smile.  

I stepped back, removing her hand with a flick of my fingers. 

"Miss, I’d prefer you keep your distance. Don’t touch me again."

My tone was sharp, cutting through her fake giggle.  

"Kyun itni doori, Mr. Zaveri? Hum toh jaldi business partners banne wale hain… shayad life partners bhi?" Her voice dripped with desperation.  

I shot her a cold glare that silenced her. 

"Not interested. Not in your business and certainly not in you."

Her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. 

"Lekin main Turkey se sirf aapke liye aayi hoon, Don. Aapko chahiye bhi toh main aur yeh partnership. Give me a chance to prove myself" 

I shook my head, already losing patience. 

"Conference room mein maine ek chance diya tha, aur woh khatam ho chuka hai. Leave. Or die."

My voice was low, deadly.  

She tried to grab my arm again, but before I could react, another hand intervened.  

"Mere bhaijaan ko chhod do!" Anisa’s voice rang out, her small frame pulling the woman’s hand away.  

"Anisa?" I frowned as she latched onto my arm, dragging me away.  

"Rafiq bhaijaan! Aap kya kar rahe the uss aurat ke saath? Dalia naraaz ho gayi hai. Dekhiye udhar!"she said, pointing across the hall.  

My eyes followed her finger and froze.  

Dalia stood near the DJ console, her face a mixture of confusion and hurt. A boy stood too close to her, his hand on her arm. My blood turned to fire.  

"Uska haath kaise lagaya usne!?" I growled, shaking Anisa off and storming toward them.  

(Kabir singh; sasta version 🔫) 

Dalia turned as I approached, her tear-filled eyes meeting mine. But it was too late. My fist connected with the boy’s jaw before anyone could react. He staggered back, but I didn’t stop.  

"How dare you touch her!?"My voice boomed, silencing the entire hall.  

The boy stammered, "Don… mujhe nahi pata tha woh aap...ki hai!" 

The rage was like a storm, wild and unrelenting, as I lunged at the boy who dared to touch Dalia. 

My fist collided again with the boy’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor amidst the gasps of onlookers.

But I wasn’t done. 

Grabbing the boy by his collar, dragging him up only to land another blow under his chin, each punch heavier with fury. *"How dare you touch her!? She is mine!"* I roared, voice echoing through the grand hall. 

"Never. Ever. Touch. Her. She. Is. Mine." Each word was punctuated by a punch to his hand and fingers, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to touch *anyone* again without remembering me.  

The boy whimpered, trying to stammer an apology, but my focus was on making him pay. 

My fists came down in a punishing rhythm, targeting the boy’s hand and fingers as if to ensure he could never lay them on Dalia—or anyone else—again. Blood smeared across my knuckles, but I didn’t care.

"Rafiq, bas kijiye!" Even as Dalia cried out, begging him to stop, my possessiveness overpowered everything. 

She clutched my arm, sobbing as she pleaded, "Please, mujhe yahan se le chaliye. Bas kijiye."

Her trembling hands on my arm finally broke through the red haze, pulling my back from the edge of brutality.

I counted backwards to calm my nerves for her. The blood painted the crystal floor but unluckily boy was mot dead. 

For Dalia's happiness, 

I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the hall, ignoring the stares and whispers. We passed Zaid, who ignored us near the balcony, and Adil, who was busy calming Anisa. Abbu stepped in front of me, his expression stern.  

But before he could say anything, Dalia spoke softly, "Abbu, it’s okay. Mujhe pata hai woh mujhe kabhi hurt nahi karenge" 

Abbu’s hard expression softened as he stepped aside, letting us go.  

Inside our room, I finally turned to her. "Kyu gayi tum uss ladke ke paas? Tum sirf meri ho, Dalia!" My voice cracked, the raw possessiveness spilling out.  

Her tears welled up again. "Main jealous ho gayi thi. Woh lady itni sundar thi… mujhe laga aap…" She broke off, choking on her words.  

I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "Dalia, mujhe farak nahi padta. Mere liye duniya mein sab kuch tum ho. Tum meri ho, meri zindagi, meri saans. Meri aakhiri saans tak, sirf tumhara rahunga."

She sobbed harder, burying her face in my chest. I held her tightly, feeling her warmth seep into my skin. 

"Tumhare ilawa mujhe kuch nahi chahiye, Dalia. Tum meri ho, aur mai tumhara."

As her sobs quieted, I tilted her chin up. 

"Aaj ke baad yeh dar apne dil se nikal do. Tumse door hone ka sochna bhi mere liye namumkin hai."

With that, I lowered my lips to hers, ready to claim her as mine, as if to erase every doubt she’d ever had. I’d stake my life to make sure she knew it.

I broke the kiss and held her chin painfully making her hiss. 

"Tumhe khud ko chune ki permission di Dalia. Ab iski punishment bhi milegi tumhe" I growled possession sipping in my veins and cocks as bit her lips drawing the blood from delicate petal. 

So soft. So warm. 

It didn't take me long to remove her clothes. I unzipped it instead of tearing it because of thick material. It pooled on the wooden floor and she was bars for me. 

"Ghutnon par baitho" I gave command in simple sentence, impatiently.  

"Please dheere" she dared to plead me but I didn't let her say anymore or turn to me. I pushed her on bed, slapping her ass and she whimpered. 

"Tum sirf meri ho." I said possesiveness dripping words and removed my trousers while the leather belt adorned my hand. 

"Bolo kiski ho tum!?" Earning a tear from her, I planted a whip mark of belt on her ass. 

"A.....apki " she cried

"Good girl" I praised and kissed her ass, where I had planted a whiplash. Locking her hands behind her back using leather belt, I slipped fingers in her vagina. 

"So dirty. Itni geeli kar rakhi hai apni chut tumne. Randi kahi ki" I couldn't control and held her boobs, pinching her nipples. 

"S..low. Ahhhhhhh" she screamed when I slipped in her pussy without any mercy. 

"Madarchod!! Dheela chord khud ko! Ahhhhh mera lund daba dia!!" I moaned feeling her clutching me hard inside. 

"Ahhh kosh...ish kar rahi.. hu" she said but I pushed my cock through her tightness. 

Hovering over her, with a hard push I forced her down from her elbows. And kept on pounding. 

"Sirf meri hi rahogi tum. Uss haramzade ko toh mai jharnum bhejunga!" 

She gasped and looked at my lips. I started kissing her neck, biting and licking. She was a moaning mess.

"Aur tumhe jannat ki sair karunga subah shaam chod kar ke!" 

 My cock was sliding between her folds. Soaking up the wetness. 

As she was too busy to moan while I take my cock deeper in her, stretching her pussy over and over. 

I wanted to be in full control of her body tonight. I was going to take her as hard and dominating as I wanted and needed. 

"Ahhhhhh ahhhh mera aaaa raha hai aaahhhhhhhh!!!!" She cummed and ride my cock through her high, making it wet. 

I removed the belt around her wrists. Her wrist was red, making a shiver run down her spine. 

"Ah!" She yelped in shock as I turned her around on bed and took her in missionary position while kissing her. 

"Aaahhhh bhot andar tak ahhhh jaa raha hai ahhhh ahhhh Rafiq !!" 

She was completely bare for me, her body fully naked for him to take and use. 

The thought made my cock clench.

"Kitna andar ja raha hai raand? Itna ki rum peit se ho jao!? Batao ab?" 

I wrapped hand around her throat, squeezing it tightly and the other supported my weight on the mattress. 

She nodded and gasped clenching me harder. 

I leaned forward a bit, spreading her legs wider. I looked into her eyes, studying her reaction as I pushed my hard cock inside her and she whimpered.

 "Esse hi chodta rahunga mai tumhe ahhhh jab tak yeh jahan na jaane ki tum sirf meri ho ahhhh." I whispered in a deep voice. The words went straight to her aching nipples from my lips, sucking them. 

I grunted and fastly went deeper into her small hole. 

She screamed when she felt big cock stretch her out in a way I didn't know was possible. She cummed again with a jolt and I held her body in my grip. 

Holding her legs, I hammered harder in her. 

It felt like I was ripping her in half. And I didn't stop, Unluckily, I went hard and fast on her.

She couldn't keep her eyes open from the pain and screamed when I was fully in.

"Ahhhh tha...k gayi M..ai ahhh dhee...re toh kariye ahhhh ahhh" 

I put my head in the nape of her neck and whispered sweet words in her ear, praising her and telling me how I was such a good girl for me. 

"Bhot ache ss chud rahi ho tum babydoll. Ahhhhh essi hi chudti rahi raho meri randi banke ahhhh ahhh" I started thrusting in and out and the pain turned into pleasure. 

I kissed and bit my neck trying to distract her. 

When I suddenly went deeper harder she moaned loudly and her eyes shut down as she cummed again. 

Kissing her again, I took her on top of me while laying on bed. 

"Umm" she hissed as I spanked her and started pounding while bending her leg. 

She was screaming and whimpering since half an hour, I was not stopping because of my anger. 

"Ahhhhh ahhhh soo deeeep ahhhhh ahhh sloww" 

She tried to pull her hands to touch me but I held her arms. 

"Aur deep dalunga ahhhh chal nahi paogi kal ahhhh khol dunga pura ched tera meri randi" 

She kept moaning and while I fasten my pace hammering in her pussy.

"Noo ahhhhh nooooo pleaseeee slowwww ahhhhh ahhhhh!" I could feel her orgasm and that made her throw her head back and arch back. 

"Ahhhhhhh mera lund ahhhhh daba dia firse ahhhhhh. Nikal sara ras randi ahhhhhh" 

My grip around my throat tightened as I grunted and moaned deeply in her ear. 

The bedsheet was a mess of her white transparent cum, ny thighs were wet and she was well fucked. 

Grabbing her waist, I made her sit on my lap and put my cock as deep as I could. 

"Ahhhhh ummm Rafiqq!!" 

She called my name only while fucking amd I enjoyed it throughout. 

The skin slapping sounds were extremely erotic and made her moan even louder, encouraged pumping my cock to keep fucking her. 

"Ek dum tight chut kar rakhi hai babydoll ahhhhh mere chodne se khulegi yeh bas haina babydoll" My voice was husky and deep. I pulled his cock out of me and she whimpered at the loss like a slut but soon I smashed into her again.

She screamed in pleasure. I widened her legs trying to take her deeper.

and fucked me even harder with deeper thrusts. 

"Batao mujhe babydoll! Bolo ki mere chodne ke liye tight hai tumhari chut" 

I growled into her ear, making her dripping wet.

"Ahhhhh mai ahhhhh aap...se chud...ne ke liy..e tight hu ahhhhh "

She moaned and shy away from dirty word that made me chuckle. 

I mutter a "good girl" in her ear. 

I grunted with each thrust and kissed her lips roughly as my cock stretched her walls out. 

She spasmed again around me for the seventh time, screaming and coating my cock. 

The overbearing wave of pleasure washed over me and her pussy must had been the most intense tightness I had ever experienced.  

I tilted my head back, closing my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows, feeling her extreme pussy clutches. 

I moaned until the orgasm hit through my body. 

"Cum again babydoll ahhhhh phirse nikalo apna moot baby ahhhhhh mera bhi aa rha hai ahhhhhh"

I kept fucking, pounding into me hard and she kept moaning.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back into the air. Taking a grip around her chin with my free hand and roughly turned her face to meet my dark eyes.

"Look at me." I commanded. And she obeyed. 

I hit a spot in her that made me cry out from pleasure. I kissed her cheek and then moved down to my ear. 

With a last thrust I grunted and I could feel my warm cum paint her tiny pussy walls. 

She came with me, arching my back to fill her deeper and only my name could be heard from her lips.

She was extremely tired, felt like she was going to fall asleep any second.

I kissed her on the lips and smiled down at her. All the irritation I earlier felt towards her had went away and I slept with her naked fucked body with MY cum dripping out her hole. 

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