The Party

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This tiny note is to appreciate my followers and also the reader (ghost/non ghost) who felt my story is intriguing enough to give a read. Also, my second book "One night with Ex-husband" has received a great response and soon it will roll out.

This Chapter is one of my favorite and I hope you like it as much I enjoyed while writing it.

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Asmaira was wearing a similar royal blue saree and similar backless blouse, with a blue sapphire necklace. She was not wearing her glasses making her look like a different person, with smoky eyes and red lips. People started asking about the new entrant and she flushed noticing the unwanted attention.

She was very uncomfortable wearing a revealing blouse and the saree was showing off her curves which she has been hiding under her baggy clothes. She was wishing to just disappear rather than to get the attention.

"Asmaira, stop fidgeting and for God sake stop covering your back, you are making it look odd now", Mehwish whispered to her while faking a smile towards the guest.

"I am not comfortable with the saree, the back feels as if my blouse string is open". Asmaira replied while trying to cover her visible waist.

"Ishaal knows I don't wear such clothes, I don't understand what made her choose this for me", Asmaira said in a low voice with a timid tone.

Little did she know that it was Mehwish who had swapped her dress with the saree. She was smirking and looking at Amaan, whose face showed his inside fury looking at Asmaira who was dressed exactly like Raina.

"May I have a dance with you?" Jamshed interrupted Asmaira's line of thoughts.

"Bhai! I don't know how to dance" Asmaira embarrassingly replied, not daring to raise her head.

"It's ok! Just follow my steps" Jamshed gave her an encouraging smile.

Before Asmaira could decline, Mehwish pushed her forward.

While Jamshed was helping Asmaira in dancing, who seemed to be flushed in embarrassment, Mehwish walked towards Amaan and spoke, "Isn't that Raina's necklace?".

'BINGO! All the best for tonight, Girl', Mehwish smiled and walked away.

"See I told you it is very easy,..1....2....3......1..2...3, just keep counting". Jamshed was grinning while Asmaira seemed to relax with his encouragement.

"May I have a dance with my wife". Asmaira froze when she heard someone from her behind.

Before Asmaira could register what was happening, a cold hand slid on her bare waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

She doesn't have to look up to see who it was. Her body became cold, her heart rapidly beating, her breathing for a moment stopped when he took her hand in his. She could smell his cologne and could feel his burning gaze on her.

Why is he angry? Did he know about Kabir and me?. With that thought she shuddered.

He pulled her closer, making his lips near to her ear. He slowly whispered, "I see you were enjoying the dance with my brother and now you don't want to dance with me?".

She felt his breath on her exposed neck, making her tremble between him. The next moment what he did, made Asmaira heart stop beating for a second. While dancing, he placed both his hands on her bare waist, while one hand started moving on her back. She jerked with his touch and looked at him with pleading eyes.

What is he doing? In front of everyone?. She cried inside.

Green eyes locked with brown, he didn't break their stare, simultaneously running his hand on her back as if searching for something. Tears started to well up, but she dare not cry in front of everyone. She was shivering, pleading with her eyes, slightly shaking her head as if gesturing to him to say no.

With a jerk, he pulled her close to his chest and his hand stopped at a point and suddenly she felt him tying her blouse string. Reality struck her like a thunderbolt, had Amaan not tied her string, her blouse would have slipped, exposing her body. Indeed, he came to save her from her wardrobe malfunction.

Once he secured the knot, he roughly pushed her and walked away. It was too humiliating for Asmaira, first she had to attend a party which she never did, second she was made to wear a revealing dress, third Amaan touched her without her consent and last she would have faced a dire humiliation if not for Amaan's help.

She was overwhelmed and couldn't take it any longer. Without telling anyone she left the party and ran towards her room. She had to let her emotions out or she would suffocate.

Without noticing her surroundings, she ran into her room and slumped on the bed crying hysterically covering her mouth with her hands. Hastily she removed her heels, which was causing her blisters. She lost count of the minutes she was in the room and cried out her emotions. Abruptly, she raised her head and slowly walked towards the balcony.

Placing her hands on the railing, she sobbed, looking up at the sky and said, "I can't do it, I can't......do it", dropping her head on the last part.

"What you can't do baby?".

She immediately raised her head and next moment she saw two muscular hands placed on the railing caging her.

"You are doing great", he whispered in her ear.

Asmaira could smell alcohol when he whispered and she knew Amaan was not in his senses. She had to run, run or she didn't know what he could do.

"Ma is calling me", making an excuse she pushed his arm with all her strength and ran towards the room. She picked up her heels and turned the doorknob. Once, twice. Her vision was blurry due to her tears and body trembling. Her sweaty palms were slipping on the door knob and she couldn't stop her hands from shaking.

Stop shaking your hand and get a grip on the knob, her mind was suggesting.

Holding one hand in another, she tried to make her hand stop shaking, however, the next moment she heard a whistling sound followed by the closing of the balcony door.

"No,no,no,no.....", she was whispering.

She turned around to see Amaan walking slowly towards her, removing his tie and cufflinks.

Without breaking the stare she was banging the door, "Help, please open the door".

Within the next second she saw him, rolling his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt.

Her heels fell from her grip, her tears falling rapidly knowing well what was coming.

Without thinking, she started screaming and banging the door for her dear life

"Please,.................help...............please open the door".

Her breathing stopped when she saw one hand just beside her waist and another on the doorknob.

"Let me try to open it", she heard him say, fanning her back.

Run Asmaira, Run. Her mind was yelling.

She turned around to make a move, but in a flash he grabbed her from the waist and smirked, "Oh! I forgot, I only locked the door"

"W...why", she stammered, not daring to look at him, while pushing him.

Pinning both her hands behind her, he pulled her closer and said, "I wanted to talk to you alone without any disturbance".

She made a mistake and looked into his eyes only to regret it. She saw hatred, rage and ...,she couldn't figure out the other emotion she saw in his eyes. She started hiccuping.

"Please...", was all she could manage in between her hiccups.

Hiccup? Suddenly Raina's memory flashed.

They were on their date when she said, "I find it cute when she is extremely scared she hiccups", rolling his eyes, Amaan said, "Raina, my baby, we are on a date, instead of talking about us, you are again talking about your brat sister".

Coming back to his reality, Amaan pushed Asmaira to the wall and loosen his grip on her wrists.

"Are you afraid of me, baby?"

Baby?

"Please......Let..........Me..........Go, " she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands.

"I......sorry......please.....forgive.....", she was desperately helpless and could not even finish a sentence.

Rubbing his thumb on her quivering lower lip, he replied, "Shhh! Don't be afraid, see we are just talking".

"I realized my mistake by not accepting you as my wife, but I want to start fresh".

"And to mark our beginning I thought of giving you a gift", He leaned towards her while emphasizing on the word gift.

"What gift do you want?", he asked while running his hand on her bare back, freezing her breath.

"Please......no....", she said while sobbing. Let me rather die than to face the humiliation, she was crying inside.

"How about giving you a baby tonight, so you won't bother Kabir anymore?", with this he glared at her.

She violently trembled, making every effort to get out of his grip and run.

Bathroom, yes, haven, with that thought she pushed him with all her force and ran towards the bathroom, however, after taking two steps, he was quick enough to catch her wrist.

Twisting the wrist behind, he made her turn around and pulled closer to him, closer enough to hear her throbbing heart, closer enough to feel her numb body, closer enough to feel her heavy breath fanning his face, closer enough to feel her chest rapidly moving with each breath.

"Don't worry, I know it is your first time and...", with that he whispered in her ear in a dangerous voice, "I will be gentle with you".

Next second, he pulled the same blouse string which he tied a few minutes before, making her saree fall from her shoulder exposing a part of her chest.

Think Asmaira, her mind yelled. Her last resort, her savior she thought.

"Please let me go for Raina's sake, please, you love.....". Before she could complete 'you loved her', he pulled her hair roughly and glared at her.

"Dare you call her name, dare you use her again to save your ass like always", he roared.

In an instant he started laughing like a madman, "Did you forget how you killed her that day?".