I started as smut, somehow it became angsty (humesha ka hai mera😭)

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It started heavily, the air between them thick with unspoken desires as the two of them separated. Ali sat there, dazed, struggling to shake off the electrifying feeling that coursed through him, unable to disconnect from the intensity of the moment. Every inch of his body tingled, his senses overwhelmed by her lingering touch. Beneath the surface, a painful hardness throbbed, and he fought to keep it contained.

Mehrunisa let out a soft sigh, her gaze drawn to the pouring rain outside. It was as if the storm outside mirrored the tempest inside them. Shahnawaz, unable to shake the frustration building within him, groaned low, his body trembling with the weight of unspoken tension.

She turned toward him, a faint frown tugging at her lips. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft but heavy with meaning.

His eyes snapped to hers, the world around them fading as he stared at those cherry-red lips-the ones he ached to taste again, to drown in. His body burned with a desire so intense, it felt like it might consume him whole.

She tilted her head slightly, watching him with that ethereal beauty that made his heart race. Every movement she made, every flicker of her gaze, was like a seduction in itself. She wasn't just beautiful- she was mesmerizing, an intoxicating force that threatened to undo him. She was wearing a soft pink suit that clung to her form just enough to make his pulse spike, the delicate fabric whispering against her skin as she shifted.

Without warning, she reached up, her small hand brushing against his forehead, the heat from her palm like fire. It was as if she held the power to turn him on and off with just a touch. His breath hitched, his entire body reacting to the electric charge of her fingers on his skin.

And then, she slowly leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Madad chahiye..." The words floated to him, and he felt them seep deep into his veins, igniting a fever he couldn't control.

His ears burned red, as though he were a boy caught in his first experience of desire, too young to understand what was happening but far too aware of how it made him feel. Her breath tickled his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His heart pounded in his chest, faster and harder, like it was trying to escape.

She was so close now, her presence overwhelming him, her intoxicating scent swirling around him, wrapping him in a haze of longing. Her lips, those full, soft lips, seemed so within reach, but she didn't give him the release he craved.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she reached for the gajra in her hair-those delicate flowers adorning her dark locks. She removed it with a graceful flick of her fingers, and the action, so simple yet so intimate, sent a fresh surge of heat through his body.

In an act that felt both innocent and provocative, she slowly wrapped the gajra around his neck, the cool touch of the petals against his skin causing a deep breath to catch in his throat. Her fingers lingered against his skin, each movement deliberate, each touch a subtle invitation.

Shahnawaz's body trembled beneath her touch, his hands clenched into fists, struggling to remain in control, even as she unraveled every shred of his restraint. She was an enchantress, pulling him into her orbit with every glance, every soft whisper. And he couldn't escape, didn't want to.

She slid her hand inside his sherwani feeling his shoulders then slowly going lower, a slow, deliberate motion that made Shahnawaz's breath catch in his throat. A teasing smile played at the corners of her lips as she settled onto his lap, her body pressing against him, sending heat coursing through him. Her eyes- dark, seductive, full of promiselinted in the dim light, and her pink pouty lips parted just enough to make his thoughts scatter. Every inch of her was a temptation, a lure he couldn't escape. He was drowning in the sight of her.

Shahnawaz's gaze fixed on her neck, and his throat went dry. He was thirsty- burning with desire. His eyes hungrily traced the delicate curve of her skin, and his body responded in ways he couldn't control. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her closer, but something in him held back, frozen. Why am I stopping? The question reverberated in his mind, but the moment she whispered, "Kya hua?" everything inside him unraveled.

Her voice was soft, yet there was a power in it that tugged at him, like a magnet pulling him toward her. Then, as if testing him, she slowly ran her tongue over the side of his neck. The sensation was like a bolt of lightning, sharp and electric. He hissed through his teeth, the pain in between his legs almost unbearable as his desire surged, but his body remained motionless, caught in the web of temptation she had woven. I shouldn't want this... he thought, but I can't resist her.

Her eyes, black and gleaming with unspoken promises, locked with his honeyed gaze. Make a move, they seemed to say, daring him, provoking him. He couldn't hold back any longer.

Shahnawaz's fingers moved of their own accord, grazing her cheek with the gentlest touch, his fingertips brushing against her soft skin. Every part of her felt like heaven, like silk beneath his touch, like something he needed to possess. His hand drifted lower, tracing the smooth line of her neck. Her skin was soft, impossibly soft, like petals or fine velvet, and it made his pulse race. How is she so... He couldn't finish the thought because the ache inside him was growing unbearable, consuming him.

He didn't need to look away. Her eyes were still on him, watching him, daring him, urging him. Slowly, he pushed her hair away from her neck, his fingers lingering on the delicate strands, brushing them aside to reveal more of her skin. His heart pounded in his chest, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to still. Everything faded except for the soft, vulnerable curve of her neck that now beckoned him like a forbidden fruit.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just above her skin, and in one smooth motion, pressed a soft kiss to the tender spot at the base of her neck. A shiver ran through her body, and his lips tingled where they met her skin. She was so close, yet there was a distance between them, something unspoken that he couldn't quite grasp, but it didn't matter anymore. He was consumed by her, by the way she made him feel, the way his body ached for hers.

His lips parted, grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he kissed her again, deeper this time. The pressure of his kiss sent waves of warmth through his chest, but it was the way she responded, the way she sighed into him, that pushed him further into madness. Every inch of her was intoxicating, and he couldn't stop himself, didn't want to stop himself. She wants this too... doesn't she?

His fingers slid lower, tracing the soft line of her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, all while his lips remained fixed on her neck. The sensation was so electric, so charged, that it almost felt like an explosion in his chest. His thoughts were scattered, chaotic. What if she laughs on my face?

But as her hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, those thoughts vanished. The only thing left in his mind was the ache, the raw need that was pulsing through him, a desire that could no longer be contained. He was falling, spiraling, and there was no way to stop.

His hands were significantly larger than her so when she lifted his hand, he held his breath.

Shahnawaz eyed her as she tasted and kissed his fingers, and his eyes darkened, his other hand rolled into a fist and he leaned into her to smell her neck. He put a soft kiss on her windpipe and she ran her fingers across his chest. It was rock hard and soft at the same time. Every muscle budging from the rough fabric of his button up shirt. He wanted to feel it, skin on skin, his hardness against her softness. She moved her hands up to his shoulders and clasped them tightly. They were big and broad and his arms tighten around her waist. She wrapped her hands around his neck again. Her legs at both sides of his and her pelvis on his groin. She grinded on his lap and he widened his eyes while his hands grabbed her hips to halt her movement. "Ruko!" He ordered. He looked down before he ran his fingers on strands of her hair, studying how soft it was, "You're such a tease," he reprimanded while stroking it.

He breathed out and leaned down. "Stick your tongue out!" he demanded and when she did it, he leaned in and crashed his tongue on hers again in a passionate, possessive, ardent kiss.

He adjusted the seat, so it slid down, and they had space.

She stopped him from rushing, "Do you love me?"

She asked, her eyes softly gazing at him. He couldn't speak... breathless, her hands were burning him as they went lower.

What was happening... he wondered.

She grinded against him, and he saw the uneasiness on her face.

"Why are you hesitating, Shahnawaz Shah? Ek sidha sawal pucha hai maine", slowly she opened the buttons of his shirt.

Her velvetty voice registering in his mind a little late.

Yes. He did.

But he couldn't accept it, so he softly pulled her by the neck his hands removing her dress, as he looked straight into her eyes and lied.

"No, I feel nothing for you."

Mehrunisa chuckled her hands going to his thighs and then caught his hardness between her fingers, "You feel nothing."

She gripped it. Her hands softly assessing his cock, "My heart doesn't carry any feelings for you."

"Haw... mujhe maalum hai ki tumhara dil nahi pathar hai. I was talking about your cock... does it go hard, whenever your gaze locks onto mine."

He shook his head, "May I?" She asked gesturing to the zipper, he hesitated but gave in.

Too breathless. Bothered. Confused. Overstimulated.

She was fucking beautiful. But he didn't had the confidence to initiate it with her, he was terrified that once he did it... he would crave her again.

He was like a starved man, thirsty for something only she could provide him.

"Mehru..."

"Does she make your dick hard?"

He gasped. What was wrong with her, she was holding his collar interrogating him while softly caressing his cock.

No..

"Pathar jaisa..."

Her eyes were naughty teasing, and he had enough.

"Are you jealous?"

She bit her lips, "Kyun? Nahi hona chahiye, kya? Shauhar ho tum mere, phir bhi meethi baatein usse karte ho..."

"Mehru-"

"Do you fuck her?"

He grabbed her neck angrily, his eyes flashing upset at her. And his lips crashed onto her lips, frantic tasting her softness. Punishing her.

"You won't use such foul words!"

"Won't I?" she teased, her fingers still toying with the fabric of his shirt, dragging it down his chest in slow, deliberate movements. She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes, her lips still swollen from his kiss.

Shahnawaz's breath was ragged, his grip tightening around her neck as if to steady himself, but his body was betraying him. His hands, though angry, couldn't help but pull her closer, pressing her into him as the tension between them rose. His heart raced, erratic and wild, and yet there was something in her gaze that he couldn't resist. She was pushing him, taunting him, and he hated how much he was craving her touch.

"You think you can just say whatever you want and I won't react?" he growled, his voice rough, low, as his hand slid to her waist, pulling her into him even more. He could feel the heat of her body, the way she pressed against him, and it drove him mad with desire.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Or maybe I'm just testing your negotiation skills."

Shahnawaz closed his eyes, struggling to hold back the flood of emotions crashing through him. Her words hurt. He cared. More than he was willing to admit. But he couldn't let her have that power over him. Not yet. Not like this.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "You don't know what you're provoking, Mehru tum mujhe jhel nahi paogi"

Mehrunisa smirked, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, as if she could feel the conflict within him. "Oh, I think I definitely can" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but there was an undeniable edge to it, a challenge in every word.

"Mere andar aik aag hai, jisey tum bhadkaane ki koshish kar rahi ho. Lekin yaad rakho, mein aag mai jalnay wala nahi hoon, mein aag hoon, jo sab kuch jala kar raakh kar deti hai."

His patience was running thin, the heat between them almost unbearable. He wanted to claim her, to give in to the temptation, but he was scared. Scared of how far this would go, scared of how much he would lose control.

"Shahnawaz," she breathed, her lips just a whisper away from his. "Stop fighting it. You don't have to pretend anymore."

"Mehrunisa..." he whispered her name like a prayer, breaking the kiss as his forehead rested against hers. His breath was ragged, his hands trembling as they removed her shalwar, and caressed her through her panties. His fingers parting her lower lips, to find her clitoris, his fingers caressed it, making her gasp.

Then softly he started applying pressure... using his fingers he found her opening, he started stimulating her clit, looking at her expressions.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice raw and desperate. He looked at her dress, and slowly removed it.

"Tum jo chaah rahi ho, wo main de sakta hoon..."

Mehrunisa blinked, "Matlab? Siddhe alfaaz mai bolo."

"I am aching for you Mehru", he whispered removing her clothes slowly, sensually, his breath hitched as he saw her body. His hands rested on her waist as he skillfully removed her bra.

For a second, Mehru covered her chest hesitating, and that one second was enough for Shahnawaz to realise she didn't want this. He looked outside, and at her, he removed his shirt and covered her with it.

His eyes searched hers, and for a moment, she thought he might give in. But then he shook his head, his jaw tightening. "I can't."

"Why not?" she screamed as he left her hanging, her voice upset. Frustrated.

His hands dropped to her shoulders, steadying her as if she might break.

Because I don't want your first time to be in a car. When I make love to you, Mehru, it will be in a place you deserve. Not inside a car.

Shahnawaz knew the power of words. He had used them before to dominate, to control, but this time, it felt different. His chest tightened with a strange sense of urgency. She was becoming too much of a distraction, too much of a pull on his resolve. He couldn't let her weaken him, couldn't afford to feel the way he did.

He took a deep breath, his eyes not meeting hers as he turned the wheel, his hands gripping it tightly. But this was necessary- necessary to protect himself, to stop this dangerous pull she had on him.

"You're not special, Mehrunisa," he said, his tone colder now, the words slipping out with precision, each one a calculated strike. "You're just another distraction, another woman trying to make me care about you. And I won't fall for it. You're nothing more than an easy game to me. I can play you, break you, leave you behind without a second thought."

"You mean nothing. You're nothing but a toy to pass the time"

Her breath caught, her heart hammering in her chest.

"So it's like that", at this point tears dropped from her eyes, she knew he was rejecting her, "You don't want to betray Amal, right?"

Amal? How did Amal come in between?

"I am the woman you will discard soon... ", Before he could speak, she covered his lips with her hand, "Maine tumhe usse baat karte huey sunna hai", his honey coloured eyes that were gazing at her as if she was a fragile glass about to break.

"Ye sab naatak haina... pehle mujhse ishq ka natak. Phir shauhar bane ka natak. Meri care karne ka natak. Shahnawaz Shah mujhse jhoot bolne ki zaroorat nhi hai tumhe... ek baar tumpar aitbaar karliya tha... tumse mohabbat karne lagi thi mai."

She felt sick to her stomach.

Why was his rejection actually painful?

He broke her twice...

Twice she fell for his pretty words.

Her eyes went to the side mirror, looking at her teary eyes, that were red due to the constant crying.

Many people had told her how pretty her eyes were, but they never cared enough to know the person behind them.

She let out a hollow chuckle, "Siyasatdaan ho tum, bhul jaati hu mai. Tumhara bas chaley toh apne faide k liye mujhe bhi bech do."

The rain poured harder outside, drowning out the sound of her shaky breaths. For a long moment, they just stared at each other, the storm inside them raging louder than the one outside.

"Get out," she said finally, her voice cold and trembling.

"Mehru-"

"Get out!" she shouted, pushing him away with all the strength she had left. "I don't need your pity. I don't need anything from you."

Her head was spinning, she couldn't breath in this car. It was suffocating. He wasn't leaving the car, frustrated she grabbed her kameez and put it on.

The rain soaked through Mehrunisa's clothes as she threw the car door open and bolted into the storm. She didn't care where she was going; all she wanted was to get away from him. Her chest burned, not just from the exertion but from the ache he had planted deep inside her heart.

"Mehrunisa!" Shahnawaz yelled after her, his voice sharp and panicked.

She didn't stop, her feet splashing through puddles as the rain blinded her. Her hatred for him felt like fuel.

"Mehrunisa, stop!" His voice was closer now, but she didn't turn around.

Her legs carried her as far as they could until the exhaustion and cold caught up with her. Her head felt light, her vision blurred, and her breaths came in short, labored gasps. She stumbled, her knees buckling, and before she could react, her body collapsed onto the wet ground.

A sob escaped Mehrunisa's lips, raw and unrestrained. She couldn't keep it in any longer. Her chest heaved, desperate breaths coming too fast, too shallow. She didn't even care that he was still there, watching her, almost in confusion.

Why was he confused? She was crying because of him!

Shahnawaz stood frozen for a long moment, his gaze locked on her. And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he inched closer. She looked up at him, her breath still coming in gasps, her body trembling with anger, pain, and disbelief. She was ready to argue, to throw more words at him, to hurt him like he had hurt her, but before she could do anything, he reached for her.

His hands slid behind her back, pulling her closer. His body was warm and soaked, the wetness from the rain dripping between them, but his closeness sent a strange shiver through her. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his breath ragged and heavy. He stilled completely, as if waiting for her to pull away, to push him off. But she didn't. Neither of them moved.

Shahnawaz exhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His warmth seeped into her. She felt herself calming, even though her heart was still broken, even though her thoughts were a whirlwind. She couldn't understand it. She was furious just moments ago, her body shaking with the force of her emotions, yet now... now she was still.

How was it that every time he hurt her, every time he tore at the fabric of her soul, he had the power to piece it back together with just the smallest of gestures? How could one man make her feel this broken and then make her feel... this calm?

She hated it. She hated him for this, for playing with her heart, for showing her tenderness only to rip it away when she needed it most.

She was so used to his cruelty, so used to him testing her limits, pushing her to the edge of despair, that when he finally showed her the smallest amount of care, that she clung to it. Her heart, battered and bruised, was learning to survive in a world where he broke her only to heal her again. But the healing wasn't real, was it? It would never be the same again. Every touch, every word, every moment with him left cracks in her that couldn't be fixed. He was breaking her, piece by piece.

Shahnawaz opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her face, watching her as though seeing her for the first time. His eyes softened, searching her face like it held the answers to questions he hadn't asked yet. He raised his finger, gently brushing the wet strands of hair away from her face, his touch so delicate it almost made her feel like she could breathe again.

"Stop," he whispered, his voice quiet, almost tender.

She couldn't stop. She couldn't stop the tears, couldn't stop the pain, couldn't stop the feelings that seemed to consume her every time he looked at her like this.

His hand cupped her cheek, the roughness of his palm against her skin contrasting with the gentleness of his touch as he trailed his thumb under her eye, catching the tear that had fallen.

"Mat ro," he said, his voice almost pleading now, and it tore at her soul. She wanted to push him away, to scream at him for everything he had done, but the tenderness in his voice, the vulnerability in his touch, made her falter. She couldn't keep up with this- cruelty and care, rejection and tenderness.



Her heart raced, her mind spinning, and she felt like she was drowning in his gaze, in his touch. What kind of insane mood swings were these? He had just torn her apart, and now he was piecing her back together with the same hands that had broken her.

But how could she resist? How could she push him away when everything inside her screamed to reach for him, to hold on to him, even if it meant being torn apart again? She couldn't keep up with this chaotic dance, this toxic love that was never meant to be. She didn't know whether she was loving him or hating him, but one thing was clear: she would never be the same again. Not after all of this.

She slowly lost consciousness in his arms.

"Damn it," he muttered, cradling her close to his chest. He carried her back to the car, shielding her from the rain as best as he could. Guilt gnawed at him with every step.

Once inside, he turned the heater on full blast and rubbed her hands between his palms, trying to warm her. She stirred faintly, her lips moving, but no sound came out. He pressed a hand to her forehead and cursed under his breath- it was burning.

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By the time they reached her home, Mehrunisa was barely conscious. Shahnawaz carried her inside, his heart thundering with worry. He laid her gently on the bed, brushing her damp hair from her face. She looked so fragile, so unlike the fiery woman who had been yelling at him just moments ago.

He quickly fetched a wet cloth and a bowl of water, placing the cloth on her forehead to cool her fever. She shifted slightly, her brow furrowing as she murmured something incoherent.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice soft. "It's okay. I'm here."

For hours, he stayed by her side, tending to her fever and keeping her warm. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her face, guilt and regret clawing at him.

When her fever finally broke, she stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her gaze landed on him, and for a moment, confusion clouded her features before it was replaced by anger.

"What are you doing here?" she croaked, her voice hoarse.

Shahnawaz swallowed hard, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "You fainted," he said quietly. "I couldn't just leave you like that."

"You should have, I would be out of your way" she snapped, turning her face away from him.

His jaw clenched. "I couldn't."

"Why not?" she demanded, her voice rising despite her weakened state.

"I don't know..."

Shahnawaz had no answer. He simply watched her, his eyes filled with the kind of anguish she didn't want to see.

"Get out," she said finally, her voice cold. "Just leave me alone."

He hesitated for a moment, his heart screaming at him to stay, but he forced himself to rise.

"I'll send someone over," he said softly.

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Next chapter of 'Jealous Moochnawaz' will be up♥️