This PROLOGUE contains 18+ mature scenes and such bdsm or violence.

Read at your own risk .

A/n:- This prologue is after marriage . Don’t criticize my CHARACTER'S.

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A dark room where Noor breathes heavily and her almond shape eyes show fear. And then he hears a loud, dominant

Husky voice.

"Did I make myself clear?"

"I want you fucking to stand still !"

She is shivering with fear, and if only it could be worse, she saw a night Owl staring at her.

Her worst fear was that she made a sound, and her destiny for that got sealed with that sound.

That male was very much in the essence to consume her soul and tear her body apart today.

He came in front of her, looked her dead eyes, and said," Oh, so there is something else you fear" And boom........a gun. ShotOwl was lying dead on the floor.

He picked that dead Owl ripped its feathers, and tossed it on her body.

Slashed the skin and broke loose the organs to smash that blood on her body, while her eyes were ripping in Owl blood.

He told her again!

"YOU FEAR ME AND ME ONLY"

She no ds yes.

He dangerously came closer and said, "words babe"

"Y..yyyyessssss... yes"

"Don't shudder. Say it clearly and loudly. Mention .me. "

"Yes sir"

"Bend on this chair right now and strip"

"Count for me now!"

"Clear?"

She nods again

Listen, darling, if you try to be bratty again in front of me,"I will. snatch. your. neck. and. Tear. It apart."

He slaps her right cheek.

She didn’t count again.

He comes dangerously closer to her earlobe, loosens his breath and suck her earlobe roughly her eyes roll, and she loses herself on him.

"I . NEED . YOUR. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. WORDS. BABE."

"COUNT ON ME! and don't make me repeat.!"

He holds her head by hairs.

"You know what spanks are boring, I am gonna make your cheeks red Today.Until your brain fully understand what i just said.

There is calamity on your left Cheek!

He stopped and with the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey no remorse, he said to her," COUNT"

"Okay sir"

I tear apart your clothes like i disgrace you for wearing them in front of my eyes.

SLAP.

"Count"

"One"

SLAP.

"Two"

SLAP.

"Three"

SLAP.

"Four"

SLAP.

"Five"

SLAP.

"Six"

SLAP.

"Seven"

SLAP.

"Eight"

SLAP.

"Nine"

SLAP.

"Ten"

SLAP.

"Eleven"

SLAP.

"Twelve"

SLAP.

"Thirteen"

SLAP.

"Fourteen"

SLAP.

Fifteen

"Now look up, tell me who you are?"

"I am Your Noor."

"Wrong Answer"

SLAP.

"Sixteen "

"I ask you again little women."

"Who are you?"

"I am your submissive"

"This is given wrong Answer Again."

SLAP.

"Seventeen "

"Tell me your most dearest thing to you, expect Me!"

"My Sandwich"

Aahaa!

What about your little pet?

That little hamaster!

"Come! I will eat you sandwich "