Unconditional love

Chapter 31

                      Anam's Pov

I was standing at my window, staring at the moon while events of the day kept running through my mind. Bhabhi's words echoed in my mind continuously, and I couldn't help myself from crying and thinking about Dishaan. Tears started flowing from my eyes, and I allowed them.

How could my brother be so cruel? How could he let Dishaan face such hell? He has all the power in the world, and he could easily deal with Matteo, yet he let him torture Dishaan for his own satisfaction. "They had a physical relationship, and Seraphina got pregnant from him." These words kept echoing in my mind, and my heart was weeping.

I didn't even love him, then why am I feeling a pang in my heart after knowing this? I am not even part of his life at that time, then why do I feel hurt knowing that Seraphina carries his child, not me? I feel completely hurt, but I can't change his past and my brother's cruelty towards him. Still, I will give him everything I have so some percentage of my brother's mistakes would compensate.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't know when he came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face on my neck, and I took a deep breath. I don't know why his close proximity always comforts me, like I belong in his arms. Tears were still flowing from my eyes.

He saw my tears and turned me around to face him. "Why are you crying, Biwi? You know I hate this sight of you," he said, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumb. I didn't utter a word as I was completely overwhelmed with bhabhi's revelation. He cupped my cheeks and turned my face to his. My teary eyes met with his hazel ones, which were full of concern. "Why are you crying, Jaan?" he said, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Bhabhi told me that we are not going home. I lied," crying.

"So?" he frowned.

"So, I won't be able to go to my parents' graves this year too," I said, crying.

"Aww, my love," he said as he pulled me towards him and trapped me in his embrace. "What is there to cry about? I will talk to Abraham, and we both are going to Turkey," he said, soothing my back. My heart was filled with both happiness and guilt at the same time. I don't deserve him; he deserves a person 1000 times better than me. I looked towards his face and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, absolutely true. But if I convince Abraham  will you agree to everything I say without asking any questions?" he said, smiling.

I didn't take a second to answer him. "Thik hai," I said quietly.

"Promise?" he said.

"Promise," I said.

"Now stop crying, love," he said, and before I could say anything, he smashed his lips on mine. Unknowingly, my hand wrapped around his head, pulling him closer to me. Suddenly, he picked me up and held me in his arms. His lips were still on mine, and I tightened my hold on his head. He gently put me on the bed, and my body met with the soft fabric, but his lips never left mine.

He left my lips and started kissing my jaw and neck, and as usual, he bit me harder on that same spot he bit yesterday. I screamed in pain, but he continued his assault on my sensitive flesh.

I ran my hands to his rock-hard back when my soft fingers met his clothed, muscular chest, and I felt a tingling sensation in my core. So, I instantly removed my hands and placed them to either side of me.

He turned his head to face mine, while rubbing his clothed phallus against my crotch and said in a husky voice, "You know how much I want to be inside you."

I blushed at his filthy words and averted my gaze.

He pressed his lower body against mine with so much pressure that I literally felt hurt there.