Aashiq (12) (18+)

 

**Rafiq's pov**

1 month later 

"Ahhhh ummmm koii aa jayega ahhhh ahhhh" she moaned and while her legs curled on my shoulder 

"Tum esse awaze nikalogi toh ahhhhh koii sun hi lega ahhhh baby ummmm" i groaned feeling her warm cunt surrounding my cock. 

"Ahhhh pura nahiii ummm aahhhh mai chal nahi payungi ahhhh ahhhh rafiq!!" She said scratching my arm with her painted nails. 

"Yahi toh chahta hu mai ahhhh fir sab ko pata chalega ki tum meri randi hoo ahhhhh mere lund se chudwati ho khud ko ahhhhh my slut!!!" I increased my pace kissed her lips to taste her in five o clock of morning. 

She cummed for third time since I sneaked in her personal room. My family had given her a separate room and restricted me to meet her personally in a room because according to them she was on path of being an independent woman now. 

Her College had started few weeks back and they had given her independence. 

But they didn't know that my cock was now slave of her cunt. It worships her sleek cum and wanted to choke in her tightness daily, no matter what. 

Like every other day, I sneaked in her room early morning when no one was awake and pound in her to wake her up. 

"Ahhhhh Rafiq!!!! Pura a...ndar ahhhh daal...e rahe hai aaaapppo nooooo" she punched my chest to stop me because again everyone around her would ask why she was walking with difficulty and I would just smirk and she would blush, serving another lie to them. 

After I was fully in, she let out a moan. She could feel my shaft pull almost all the way out of me before pushing everything back in as a thrust. 

Slowwww ahhhhh ahhhh meraaaa ahhhhhh aaa rhaaaa hai," she moaned out, I increased my pace loving the way her cunt began to feel.

I grunted loudly each time I pushed into her. 

 "Still so tight ahhhh baby bhot tight hai tumhari chut ahhhhh roj marta hai iss chut ko fir bhi ahhh mere lund nahi gus raha ahhhh ," I groaned out. 

My hands tangled into her neck, choking her slightly. 

"Tumahre chuche bhi bade ho rahe ahhh thank you bolo mujhe ahhhhh roj chusta hu inhe tabhi toh bra mei bhi fit nahi hote ahhhhh" I filled her up with entire length and pulled out only to fill her myself within her again. 

She was gasping for air, panting and moaning. 

"T...hankkkk you ahhhhhhhh rafiqqqqq" she said while her legs were shaking. 

"Mootne wali ho tum baby mere liye ahhhhhh haan bolo ahhhhh mehsoos ho rha ahai mujhe ahhhhh" I asked and she nodded and tears of desperation leaked her eyes. 

"Moot doh fir mere mote lund par abhhhh meri randi ki tarah geela kar doh mujhe nikalo jhadna apna ahhhh" 

I was relentless and in speed, I just kept driving it into her cunt. 

I was making sure she felt every bit of my cock.  

"Do it baby. Nikal dih moot ahhhhh ohhbhh shit!!!! Behne chod geela kar diaaa ahhhhhhh" in few thrusts with a loud noice she showered her squirt, pushing my cock out of her small hole. 

Landing few slaps in her red swollen pussy, I laid down beside her and took her on top of me. 

"Mai thak gyi hu rafiq" she sighed and laid down on my chest without moving. 

"Mai chod lunga tumhari chut. Tum bas andar ahhhh lelo apne" I moaned pushing my cock in her small wet hole.

I kissed her on the neck and sucked her boobs as my cock repeatedly buried himself into her. 

"Nipple daalo apna mere muh mein" I groaned out, grabbing her by hair and spanking her ass making it red.  

She moaned and placed her nipple near my mouth and I sucked it. 

I sucked it aggressively and marked it red covering the fading marks. 

"So good baby ahhhh esse hi mera name moan karo ahhhh ahhh chudti raho mujhse ahhh ahhh," I dominantly told her as my back arched to accommodate my wild thrusting. 

"Such a tight pussy baby ahhhh pure lund ko daba lia tumne" I growled increasing my pace and she screamed out at the feel of me so deep. 

"Ahhhhhhh rafiqqqq ahhhhh bhar dijiye mujheeee ahhhhhh please abbb dheeme kariye abhhhh ahhh" 

She moaned and I was hitting her g-spot perfectly with every thrust and it was taking over her entire body. Everything felt intoxicatingly good.

"Yes baby ahhhhh bhenchod ummmm randi ki tarah bhar dunga tumahari chut ahhhhhh pure College mein ahhhh bhari hui chut ke sath ghumogi tum ahhhh ahhhh meri daliaaaa" I said possessiveness overpowering my senses. 

She gripped the sheets as she came as my thrusts became frenzied.

"Ahhhhhhh daliaaaaaaa babbbbyyy mera pura maaaal nikal gaya ahhhhh" I followed closely behind her thrusting deep inside her hole and giving her hot load.

She laid down not moving at all while I chuckled and got up from bed. Taking the new tube of her pain relief gel that I got from her personal gynaecologist, I applied it on her swollen fucked vagina. 

She hummed with a smile and opened her legs further while I chuckled. The view was tempting and my cock was awakening again to have her on bed but I denied the thought.

It's been already two hours. The house maids were awake and ammi would be awake in few minutes as well. I applied the gel while she fell asleep deep in slumber. 

I didn't wipe off the cum flowing out of her and tucked her inside blanket. 

Without any other word, I moved out of her room without getting caught. 

As the water cascaded over me, my thoughts wandered to Dalia and her days at college. 

It had been weeks since she started, and it hadn't escaped my notice how many boys had their eyes on her. Foolish, naive teenagers—none of them stood a chance. 

My men, trained to blend seamlessly as teacher or staff, kept a watchful eye. 

Their mere presence was enough to intimidate and ward off those who dared to hover too close to her.  

They scared off anyone who dared to get too close to her and, if needed, even punched few of them, roughing them up to ensure they never tried again.

Dalia was blissfully unaware of all this, and I intended to keep it that way. Her pure, kind-hearted nature didn't need to bear the weight of these petty nuisances.  

My obsession with her ran deeper than I cared to admit. She was mine—always and irrevocably mine. And I would ensure no one, not even a stray thought, could come between us.  

After having breakfast, I leaned down and pressed a kiss on Dalia's head. She smiled, her eyes crinkling in that familiar way that always softened the chaos in my heart. Ensuring she was safely dropped off at her college, I headed toward the office.  

The day seemed calm, but I knew better than to trust appearances.  

On the way, I noticed a black Pajero following me. It wasn't surprising; after all, Adil had gone on a mission to carry out an assassination. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my instincts sharp.  

This wasn’t the first time. Zaid and Abbu had also been followed earlier this week. But today, I was in no mood to play hide and seek. A smirk tugged at my lips as I turned my car onto a deserted forest road. "Aao, khelte hain," I murmured under my breath, knowing full well they would follow me.  

As expected, another Pajero emerged and blocked my path. I sighed, stepping on the brakes and rolling my eyes.  

Two men jumped out of the car behind me, holding long guns. They banged on my car window. "Move out! Move out!" one of them barked, his voice thick with an accent.  

I sighed again, opening the door and stepping out. Eight of them surrounded me, each one sporting a distinct tattoo of a spade near their ear. They whispered among themselves in a language I quickly recognized—Sri Lankan.  

"Amateurs," I thought, scoffing internally. Rule number one in the illegal business: never reveal your origin. And these fools had already failed.  

"Surrender hands. Check him. No weapon," one of them barked. Another stepped forward and patted me down clumsily.  

"No weapon," he confirmed, stepping back.  

I offered them a small smile, which only seemed to irritate them. They aimed their guns at me.  

"Fear us," one of them said, his words heavy with broken English.  

I couldn’t help it—I laughed, a loud, mocking sound that echoed in the silent forest.  

"Stop it. Need him alive," their leader growled, pushing the gunman away from me.  

They argued amongst themselves for a moment, giving me time to assess the situation. Typical rookies. Eventually, they covered my face with a cloth, blinding me, and tied my hands with rough rope.  

Being tied up with a rope was laughable. One tug and I could free myself, but I didn’t. Not yet. I wanted to hear the begging in their voices when their boss realized who they were up against.  

As they dragged me to their car, I let my senses take over. 

I noted the water splashes nearby, the sound of children laughing in a park, and the distant ring of a school bell. We were heading south.  

The air grew cleaner, the roads rougher. Another forest. I smirked under the cover. I knew this area—near Warehouse 16, one of the properties I owned.  

After few minutes, the car stopped. 

They yanked me out and dragged me inside a building. 

The blindfold was removed, and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. A single window overlooked dense trees. My guess had been right—this was the southern forest.  

Before I could take in more of my surroundings, a punch landed on my jaw, snapping my head to the side.  

"Stop the assassination! Call him off!" the leader demanded, his voice sharp and furious.  

I spit blood onto the floor, chuckling as I straightened. "Make me," I said through clenched teeth.  

The leader’s face twisted in anger, and he barked orders. The group pounced on me, fists and kicks flying.  

One hit me square in the stomach, knocking the air out of me. Another aimed for my face, splitting my lip. The taste of blood filled my mouth. A heavy boot slammed into my ribcage, and I felt the sharp pain of something cracking.  

"Bas itna hi? Mujhe toh laga skilled log honge," I taunted in english, even as they continued their assault.  

A blow to my cheekbone left my vision blurry, and one of them grabbed my collar, pulling me up to spit in my face. Despite the pain, I grinned through the blood. "Pathetic. Eight men, and yet you can’t handle one."  

The leader’s face darkened with rage. He barked another order, and they tied me to a chair.  

"Just wait," he snarled before stomping out of the room.  

I waited a few seconds, my breathing ragged. Then, with a sharp pull, I broke free of the ropes, ignoring the sting as the rough fibers tore into my skin. I quickly adjusted myself to look bound again, my head slumped as if defeated.  

Moments later, footsteps echoed outside the door. The leader entered, dragging someone behind him.  

My heart stopped.  

"Dalia," I whispered, my voice breaking.  

She was crying, her hair tangled in his grip.  

"Hahaha, look at you now! No confidence, huh?" the leader sneered, throwing her onto the floor.  

Her pained cry ripped through me, and my blood boiled. Rage replaced every other emotion. They wanted fear? They’d get something far worse.

"Kaise mili tum inhe?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with steel. I ignored the men around me, their guns pointed at her. There was no way my guards could have failed. They were the best.  

Dalia sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she stammered, "I...I’m sorry."  

"Tell me!" I demanded, my tone sharp yet controlled. She gulped, trembling under the weight of my gaze.  

"I ran away from college. I...I wanted to go to the pharmacy," she admitted, her voice breaking.  

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply to suppress my fury. The urge to break the hand of the man gripping her hair burned inside me, but I couldn’t afford to act recklessly. They all had their weapons trained on her. I needed to be smart.  

"Shut up, you both! Call. Stop assassination!" the leader barked, shoving a phone in my face. He pressed a knife to Dalia’s neck, the sharp blade biting into her delicate skin.  

"No cleverness," he warned, his eyes cold.  

I nodded, my face unreadable. One of the men dialed Adil's number as I instructed. The phone rang once before Adil answered with his usual calm, "Yes, boss?"  

"Drop the mission," I said in a voice devoid of emotion, using the code word only Adil and I knew.  

"Understood," Adil replied without hesitation. I knew he wouldn’t proceed with the assassination until I called again, but he would continue watching the target.  

The men erupted into laughter, celebrating their supposed success. "Tie her up!" the leader ordered, and they dragged Dalia to a chair in front of me. Her tear-streaked face turned toward me as they bound her hands.  

"I’m sorry, Rafiq, I’m so sorry," she cried, her voice trembling with guilt and fear.  

I didn’t respond, my anger simmering beneath the surface.  

One of them slapped my bare, bleeding chest mockingly. "We’ll be back," the leader sneered as they filed out of the room, locking the door behind them.  

Silence enveloped us.  

"Why?" I finally asked, my voice low, my gaze fixed on the floor.  

"I’m s-sorry," she stammered, sobbing uncontrollably. Her words barely registered as my fists clenched, blood dripping from my wounds.

"I want an answer, not your sorry!" I ordered firmly, my voice resonating with authority. She sobbed harder, tears streaming down her face as she tried to speak.  

"I...I think I’m..." she faltered, looking down at her belly. My heart stopped, my mind racing at the implication of her unspoken words.  

I stared at her, waiting for her to finish. She finally looked into my eyes, guilt etched all over her face.  

"I wanted to confirm first...and then surprise you," she admitted, her voice trembling. "You’ve given me so many surprises. I wanted to do this one for you. But I failed." She broke down in tears.   

Her words hit me like a storm, but I stayed silent. Slowly, I stood up from the chair, my movements deliberate. She gasped as I knelt in front of her, her stomach directly in front of me.  

"Did they hurt either of you?" I asked softly, my fingers brushing her belly with infinite care. Leaning forward, I placed a tender kiss on her cheek. My heart melted with every passing second.  

She shook her head, her tears soaking my shoulder as she buried her face in my neck. Gently, I untied her hands, and she wrapped her arms around me in a desperate hug.  

"It’s not confirmed yet," she whispered hesitantly.  

"I know," I replied with quiet determination.  

Her cravings, her sudden mood swings from anger to affection, the back pain she’d complained about, her hate to her favorite colors, the way she jumped into my arms without shyness for sex—all of it flashed through my mind. And on top of that, her missed cycle this month.  

I knew. We were going to be more than we already were.  

Breaking the hug, I cupped her face, kissed her forehead, and said, "Stay here and close your eyes."  

She nodded obediently, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.  

My blood roared in my ears as I stood, ready for a fight. I threw the chair violently, letting it crash to the floor. The sound echoed, and I heard hurried footsteps approaching. Two men entered the room cautiously, but they were no match for me.  

Grabbing the broken wooden pieces of the chair, I lunged forward, driving the sharp end into one man’s stomach. He crumpled to his knees with a grunt. The second man barely had time to react before I struck him as well, twisting the wood deeper into his torso. Both fell to the floor, writhing in pain.  

Blood splashed on floor as they groaned in pain. 

I dragged their bodies out of the room and took their guns. Stepping outside, I locked the door behind me, ensuring Dalia was safe.  

In the nearby kitchen, I found three more of them. Without hesitation, I slammed their heads against iron rods and countertops, each blow precise and fatal. Grabbing one of their weapons, I shot them all, ensuring they wouldn’t get back up.  

The last two were outside, laughing and drinking. I crept up on them, snatched their bottles, and smashed them over their heads. As they fell, I emptied my gun into their bodies, scanning the area for the leader.  

Coward. He had run into the forest.  

Smirking, I let out a loud, sharp whistle—the signal to attract the wild tigers in the area. Within moments, two tigers emerged, their growls reverberating through the trees.  

The leader froze mid-run, panic etched on his face as the predators blocked his path.  

"Happy meeting with hell," I said coldly, shooting his arm with all six bullets—the same arm he had used to pull Dalia’s hair. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain.  

I approached him slowly, twisting his injured arm until I heard the satisfying crack of his bone breaking. His screams echoed as the tigers, smelling blood, came towards him. 

Leaving him as a food for tigers, I returned to Dalia. His screams echoed in dense forest making me satisfy. Unlocking the door, I found her sitting quietly, tears streaming down her face.  

"My good babydoll. Open your eyes," I said softly, cupping her tear-streaked cheek. She smiled weakly, her face lighting up despite the ordeal.  

She stood, but before she could say anything, her body collapsed against me.  

"Dalia!" I caught her, panic surging through me. Without wasting a second, I carried her to the kidnappers’ car and drove to the nearest hospital.  

At the hospital, she was admitted to a private room, and I called Zaid and the guards to inform them. As I waited outside, a nurse approached to stitch my wounds. I waved her off, barking that I didn’t need any first aid.  

My focus was solely on Dalia.  

After two hours, the doctor emerged with a kind smile. I blocked her path.  

"Congratulations," she said. "The baby and mother are both healthy. But you’re bleeding. You should get stitches."  

Ignoring her concern, I strode into the room.  

Dalia was sitting up, her hands resting on her belly with a serene smile.  

"Rafiq," she cried, her face lighting up as she saw me.  

My vision blurred with tears as I crossed the room, pulling her into my arms.  

"Feel her," she said, guiding my hand to her belly.  

"Her?" I choked out, overwhelmed.  

"Yes. I can feel it’s a girl," she said, her voice filled with wonder.  

I kissed her forehead, emotions threatening to consume me.  

The door burst open, and Ammi rushed in, followed by the rest of the family.  

"Dalia!" Ammi exclaimed, her face a mixture of shock and disbelief. But instead of a hug, she slapped me hard across the face.  

"How could you? A baby without marriage?" she scolded. I was in shock for few seconds but then replied. 

"Ammi, I didn’t force her. Sooner or later, this was bound to happen," I replied boldly, earning a gasp from her.  

"Rafiq, let's ask Dalia first," Dadajaan said, his voice stern as he turned to her. "Beti, batao, tum Rafiq se nikkah karogi? Don’t be afraid of him."  

They were asking her as if she would say no, as if her refusal would make me let her go. They didn’t understand, did they? Dalia was mine—she had been mine from the moment she entered my life. No one, not even fate, could take her away from me. I would bring hell to earth if she ever separated from me. 

No matter what, I’m the only **aashiq** of Dalia, and no one can have her other than me.

Dalia blushed, her hand tightening around mine. She nodded shyly, sighing in relief. My heart jumped at confession. 

Zaid entered with a wide grin. "I’ve distributed sweets all over the hospital!" he announced joyfully.  

The family congratulated us, and I pulled Dalia into a tight hug, feeling whole for the first time in my life.

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