Mistress

Chapter 40- Wedding

Meher's p.o.v

He chuckled hearing me and whispered dangerously inhaling my scent," Oh really! My little tigress. You

have gotten so much courage over the years that you are disrespecting me. Hmm! I will punish you for

your disobedience on our wedding night. So, be prepared and do as I say otherwise, you will not hear

your son's innocent voice again."

" Don't you dare to touch my son. Let me see my son. Give back my son," I snapped at him trying to

free myself from his hold.

He replied smirking," If you want your son alive then get ready for Nikah(wedding). If you don't listen to

me then I will make sure you never see your son's face again."

I am looking at the devil angrily when he took out his phone from his pocket and showed me some

pictures of Mehrab. I saw that my little munchkin is lying on a bed like a lifeless body and his eyes are

closed.

" Mera baccha(my child), I whispered touching the photos and tears blurred my vision.

I asked the devil angrily," What have you done to my son?"

" Oh my little love, I haven't done anything yet. If you deny to marry me then I will obviously do

something which will cost you a lot," He replied dangerously caressing my cheeks.

Panicked rushed through my whole system and I felt like someone is snatching my life. He threatened

me to kill my son. Is he even human? Does he have any idea that the child is also his? Should I tell him

the truth? Will he stop then? I don't know. No, he will not stop rather he will find another way to bind me

with him.

I never imagine in my whole life that just to control me and quench his lust for my body he will step so

low. Tears were already blurring my vision and now they have started flowing like a never-ending

stream.

" Please, don't do anything to my son," I pleaded joining my hands in front of him.

He pulled me closer to him and said caressing my lips," I will not do anything to that poor boy if you

agreed to marry me."

" Please, I can't," I said closing my eyes trying to control my tears.

He grabbed my chin and said dangerously almost brushing his lips with mine," That poor boy is going

to die because of his stubborn mother."

Saying that he jerked me off and I landed on the floor like a rag doll. I hissed in utter pain when my

knee landed on the floor because of the sudden impact.

He is going to leave the room when I yelled loudly," I will marry you. Please, don't do anything to my

son."

I closed my eyes due to pain inside my chest while I said the words. I again failed to protect myself. I

am again blackmailed by him. He won again. The devil won again. I used to have some feelings for him

but after seeing his behaviour I think I was a stupid to have some feelings for him.

Hearing me, he halted and turned his face towards me. He asked me raising his one brow," Are you

sure? Are you ready to become Mrs Meher Sehreyar Al Seikh?"

" I am ready," I said with great difficulty and clutched the hem of my dress to control my emotions and

tears. His name attached to mine is disgusting for me. But, I will do anything to save my son. For my

son's safety even I am ready to give my life.

He came forward and stood up in front of me towering my defeated self. I am just looking at the floor

with my teary eyes. With an abrupt turn, he stood me up on my feet holding my forearm.

He nuzzled his nose on my neck and said with his husky voice," Good girl, my love. You chose wisely."

I turned my face in another direction to avoid his strong cologne which is reaching at my nostrils and

making my whole system filled with disgust and loathing for him.

" Let me see my son," I demanded with my trembling voice and bitten my lips to control my tears.

He clutched my jaw and looked at me with some emotions which I didn't understand. His eyes are

roaming on my whole face and I didn't meet his eyes.

He replied softly," You can meet him after our Nikah. He is safe and sound. Beauticians will be here in

a minute. Get ready to be mine."

After that, he pecked my lips softly and I didn't react. He left the room closing it with a thud sound. I

jumped a little bit hearing the noise.

I yelled with total frustration and started sobbing. I am again helpless in front of him. I am hating myself

for being helpless.

"Why Allah! Why? Every time he wins. Why are you doing all this to me? I asked looking at the ceiling

but found no response.

That devil is going to control me again. Once I am married to him then what will happen? Will he

respect me or he will humiliate me like before?

" Is this my Destiny!" I uttered angrily fisting my palm to suppress my anger and vulnerability.

I don't know what will be in future but for now, I need to save my son. I will do my best to keep my son

safe.

After some hours

" Mam, your skin is very delicate and soft," One of the beauticians said while applying the henna on my

hands.

The beautician is also an Indian and I don't know from where that devil found an Indian beautician in

Spain.

Hearing her, I just kept my mouth shut. My whole mind is occupied by my son and I am not clearly

concentrating what's the beautician is saying.

I am too much anxious for my son. Is he fine? Did he eat? What's he doing? Is he crying for me?

What's that devil doing with my son? Is he scared?

These questions are roaming inside my head and the tension is arising inside me with every passing

time.

" Mam, the colour of henna on your hands are too dark. That means sir loves you a lot," The beautician

said and I lost the control of my anger.

I said to her being annoyed," Can't you just do your job silently?"

She looked at me with her widening eyes but said nothing. She just nodded her head and concentrate

on her job.

After some time I am now ready like a perfect bride. My whole body is dolled up with heavy jewellery

and a blood-red colour lehenga. Obviously, I am looking beautiful but there is no charm, no spark in my

eyes face and eyes.

" You are looking gorgeous," The beautician complimented me and I just ignored her again.

I am still looking at my dolled up reflection when a maid entered into the room and said politely," Mam,

Sehreyar sir has ordered me to take you to the living room area."

" Is my son with him? Did you see any little boy with your Sehreyar Sir? I asked with too much hope

and stood up hurriedly.

She replied," Yes, Mam. I have seen Sir with a little boy. I saw the boy in Sir's lap. The boy is

continuously talking about his mamma."

" Let's go," I said impatiently and almost run towards the living room area. I can't wait to meet my son. I

can't wait to hold him in my embrace again.

Sehreyar's p.o.v

"Ehh.......Umm.......mujhe mamma ke pass jana hey(I want to go to Mamma). You are a bad giant. Let

me go," Mehrab said crying loudly while I am trying my best to control him.

I said patting his head trying very hard to console him," I will give you many chocolates and candies.

Don't cry. Aren't you a good boy?"

" Mamma......my mamma......where is she?" He asked and started wriggling in my arms.

I am becoming pissed off but I can't scold him. He is just a little boy. It's normal for him to get panicked

without his mother. Moreover, he is afraid of me. After all, he has seen me always angry and scolding

his mother. My anger is really something. It always fucked up everything. I shouldn't have act violently

in front of him.

I said smilingly wiping his tears," Your mamma is getting ready. She will be here after some time. Don't

cry, baccha(kiddo)".

" Why is she getting ready? Is she going somewhere without me?" He asked me curiously with a fearful

expression and clutched my shirt tightly.

I replied pulling his chubby cheeks," She is getting ready so that she can marry me. She isn't going

anywhere without you. Do you know who am I to you?"

" Who?" He asked me fixing his innocent eyes on me. His every feature is like Meher. Both mother and

son look very similar.

Same innocent eyes, pouty lips, honey brown colour hairs and pointed nose. He has only gotten a mole

over his upper lip from me. He is the most cutest kid I have ever seen in my life.

Yes, I know that Mehrab is my son. He is my blood. I was in cloud nine when I came to know that

Mehrab is my son. I was very happy after hearing about his identity.

Flashback(The day of gunshot)

I am lying on the floor with severe pain in my head because of the impact which Meher gave me on my

head. She thought that I am unconscious but it was her misconception. I am still in my senses and

trying to get up.

She entered into another room with that little bastard to treat his wounds.

I am fuming in rage only thinking that she has slept with another man. This thought is making me lose This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

my sanity. I am so angry with her which I can't describe in words. How dare she sleep with another

man! She just forgets that she belongs to me. Her everything belongs to me.

I didn't touch another woman after her because she is the only one I have ever loved and slept. But,

this shameless girl has slept with another man and have a baby with that fucker.

I am whimpering in pain and trying to get up when my phone started ringing. I wasn't in the state to

receive it but seeing the caller id I received it and said hello with great difficulty. It's none other than my

detective Ahsan.

" Tell me what have you found about Meher's kid's father? I asked him groaning in pain.

He asked me worriedly," Sir, are you ok? Your voice is........"

" Just tell me the information," I said annoyingly cutting his sentence in the middle.

I heard him sighing and then he replied," Sir, there is no record about the kid's father. Nobody has seen

the kid's father or heard his name and Meher mam has never taken the kid's father's name to anyone."

" Useless information," I uttered angrily and tried to get up.

" Sir, I have sent the kid's birth information to your phone. Kindly check it. You might find something

important," he informed me and I just cut the call without saying anything.

I checked the information he sent and become surprised. I become confused after seeing the date. The

kid's birth date is after 6 months of that fire explosion.

That means even if she had an affair with someone after her departure from me then it will take time for

her to get pregnant. Moreover, it will take more months to give birth to a baby.

Is that mean she was pregnant all along! And I clearly remembered that she never betrayed me while

she was with me. She had only physical relationship with me.

Is there any possibility that the kid is mine? But, I clearly remembered that the baby was aborted from

her womb. Then.....

I need to find out the truth. Without any strong proof, I can't get into any conclusion. What if the baby is

really mine! I need to talk with Dr Asmira who aborted Meher's baby. Only she can give me answers.

I am now thinking about this puzzle when I saw that Meher is going out of the house with the kid in her

arms.

With great difficulty, I stood up and followed her to talk. I need to ask her about the kid's father. If I am

the kid's father then I have every right on my child. She can't make me stay away from my kid.

We both came out of the apartment building where I found that Sajal is standing at the gate pointing

her gun at Meher's kid. I understood that she is going to shoot this little kid.

There is a chance that the kid is my mine. I need to protect my child and Meher. I can't let anyone harm

them.

That's why without thinking anything further I came between Sajal and Meher. The bullet pierced

through my shoulder. But, I didn't regret it. Maybe I have saved my child. I will do anything to keep safe

my child and his mother.)

Flashback ended

After that, I went to meet Dr Asmira and came to know all the truth. I was right. Mehrab is my son. This

news was shocking for me but I was too much happy thinking that Meher is my kid's mother.

Mehrab is still looking at me when I replied tickling his belly a little," I am your Abbu(father). Call me

Abbu."

" Mamma said I don't have any abbu. I am a special kid who doesn't need a Abbu," He replied

innocently and I can't stop my laughter after hearing him.

I said to him ruffling his soft baby hairs," Your mamma has joked with you. Of course, you need a Abbu

and I am your abbu."

" You are very bad. You scolded me and my mamma. You are not my Abbu," he said pouting and

looked down because of fear.

I said holding his baby hands," I will not scold your mamma and you anymore if you become a good

boy and call me Abbu."

" Is that so? Then, I will call you Abbu always," He said blinking his eyes.

" Abbu," He called me and I couldn't control my emotions anymore.

I hugged him tightly and said with excitement," Say again."

" Abbu," he again said and I kissed his whole face non stop. I kissed his forehead and cheeks. I

ordered him to kiss me on my cheeks and he obliged me.

I know I am using my own son to marry Meher. I threatened Meher by using my own blood.

I know it's wrong but I didn't have any choice. Meher left no choice for me. She wasn't ready to accept

me and her stubbornness made me to do all these things.

She was going to marry Rehaan. How can I see her becoming someone else's wife? I will not let her go

away from me.

I will threaten her every time if she refuses to accept me. She has to accept me and I will make sure of

that.

After making her my wife I will take care of her and give her every happiness. I will show her how much

I love her, I will show her how much crazy I am for her. She has to understand that I am the right man

for her.

I am thinking all this when I heard a baby snoring sound. I looked at Mehrab who is peacefully sleeping

on my chest.

" A cutie-pie," My subconscious said and I replied chuckling," Hmm.. A cutie-pie. Just like his mother. I

am lucky to have two cutie-pies like them."

Author's p.o.v

Meher reached the living room area hurriedly and found that Sehreyar is sitting on a couch with a

sleeping Mehrab on his chest.

She also noticed that a moulvi(priest) is also here with his frightening face. The moulvi is looking afraid

like someone has threatened him. Obviously, he was threatened by Sehreyar when he refused to

attend a Nikah(wedding) where the bride isn't willing.

Meher almost ran towards Sehreyar saying," Mehrab, my son."

She felt like she has gotten back her life. A nervous smile formed on her lips seeing her son. Tears

soaked her cheeks like she is seeing her son after many years.

Before she could touch her son Sehreyar said with his dark expression," First, you will say Qubool hai(

I accept). After that, I will give your son to you."

" Please, give him to me. I am dying to hold him in my embrace," Meher requested and again tried to

touch Mehrab.

Sehreyar completely ignored her and forcefully made her sit on the couch beside him. Meher's eyes

are fixed on Mehrab's sleeping face. She is feeling like to grab her most precious jewel and kiss him

repeatedly.

" Moulvi sab....Nikah shuru ki jiye(Start the wedding)," Sehreyar ordered the priest with his authoritative

voice and looked at Meher with his admiring eyes.

He couldn't take off his eyes from her. She is looking breathtakingly gorgeous in her bridal outfit. The

red colour suited her perfectly and the jewelleries are giving her a royal look.

Sehreyar is feeling like to grab her and kiss her hard until he is satisfied. But, no worries. He will kiss

her maddeningly when he will be alone with her in his room. The thought of devouring her is making

him more happy.

The moulvi started the Nikah without any delay. First, he prayed for the couple's future and ask about

the witness. The witness was none other than Sehreyar's detective Ahsan. There was no one from

Meher's side.

" Sehreyar Al Seikh, son of Suleiman Al Seikh, do you accept Meher Afroz Khan, daughter of Akram

Ahmed Khan as your lawfully wedded wife? The priest asked Sehreyar.

Sehreyar replied in one go, " Qubool hai(I accept)."

The priest asked the same questions two times more and Sehreyar replied Qubool hai without any

delay. After all, he is very excited about this wedding. He is becoming impatient for Meher.

Now, it's the time of Meher's consent. The moulvi asked her," Meher Afroz Khan, daughter of Akram

Ahmed Khan, do you accept Sehreyar Al Seikh, son of Suleiman Al Seikh as your lawfully wedded

husband?"

Meher's breath hitched hearing the priest. She is now looking down and fat drops of tears are escaping

from her eyes. She is completely silent. She isn't uttering any words like she has lost her voice.

" Do you accept? The moulvi again asked looking at Meher with pity.

Meher is still silent and praying for any miracle which can stop this marriage. Deep down in her heart,

she also knew that no miracle is going to happen.

" Why are you silent? Didn't you hear what's moulvi asking you? Sehreyar said to Meher rudely and

became irritated seeing her hesitation.

Meher said timidly fisting her palm," I can't."

This is the last stroke that Meher pulled and Sehreyar is now angry beyond level.

He stood up from the couch and screamed at Meher," Fine then. Face the consequences."

Before Meher could react, Sehreyar took out his gun and pointed it to Mehrab's head," Either you say

qubool hai or I will shoot him right now."

" Qubbol hai......Qubool hai......Qubool hai......" Meher yelled loudly where she is crying very badly.

A satisfied smile formed on Sehreyar's face and the moulvi declared Sehreyar & Meher as husband-

wife.

Then, Meher said crying her eyes out looking at Sehreyar," I have done everything whatever you have

said. Give back my son."

Sehreyar gave Mehrab in Meher's arm and she started kissing Mehrab like there is no tomorrow. She

kissed his forehead and said affectionately," Mamma missed you, baccha(kiddo)."

After that, The moulvi has taken his leave. along with the maids in this house. Now, Sehreyar, Meher

and Mehrab are alone in the whole house.

Meher is still holding Mehrab in her arms and thinking of escaping from here when Sehreyar said

mischievously from behind," Finally, you are officially mine. Let's celebrate our wedding

night."