𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃

CHAPTER ➋ • Bazaar

Khan Murtasim stepped out of his jeep, wearing a black Pathani with black shawl. A webley revolver in his right hand and twirling his handlebar moustache with his left hand fingers, he walked towards the crowd. There was a sense of pride in his walk. As he reached near the crowd people started showering him with rose petals. Young children started burning firecrackers as a gesture of being pleased at their leader's arrival.

It was almost evening at 8 pm when Khan Murtasim arrived .Bazaar and the nearby areas had no electricity at that time. The Britishers had introduced electricity but it had not reached the lower sectors of Lahore. But, tonight with the diyas and candles, even the nearby villages could say that Bazaar was having jashn (celebration).

Khan Murtasim raised his hand with revolver and open fired , indicating to stop everything. Immediately, everything stopped. He walked towards the centre podium of the Bazaar where they had celebrated 'Raavan Dahan' (burning effigy of Raavan) in Dussehra last year.

Khan Murtasim took the mic and started to address the crowd, " Bazaar mein rehne Wale mere logon, main Sardar Khan Murtasim Khan, aap sabko ye zabaan deta hun, ki aapko koi bhi aapke ghar se nahi nikalega. Jo log sarhad ke uss paar jana chahte hain, unko sahi salamat bhejne ki zimmedari humari hai aur jo log yahan rehna chahte hain unko mehfuz rakhne ka waada main aapse karta hun. Aap sab log mere log ho, batware ke bina bhi aur batware ke sath bhi." saying this he stepped down from the podium and started moving towards the interiors of Shahi Mohallah. People clapped and cheered his name from behind. Finally they knew their Sardar was standing with them.

He had already placed his guards around the 3 entrances of Bazaar with the instruction of immediate firing in case of any suspicious activity.

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Explicit And Slightly Mature Content Ahead (Please read at your own discretion).

Mai was waiting for him at the entrance with a Jasmine garland. "Aapka swagat hai Khan." she wished with a smile. (welcome Khan). He nodded.

As he entered inside the kotha hall, the little residue of wall crust fell on his shoulder. "Maaf kijiyega Khan, purani imarat hai, marammat nahi hui hai." (Sorry Khan, it's an old building and repairs aren't done).

" Jaate waqt darwaza band kar dijiyega, aur dhyaan rahe aaj koi iss taraf koi naa aaye. Jashn rukna nahi chahiye puri raat." he replied without looking at her.
(While leaving, close the doors and make sure nobody comes to this part. Celebration should go on whole night.)

As Khan Murtasim walked into the hallway towards the garden area, his eyes fell on her. There she was arranging the hookah. Her dupatta was lying on the floor few steps away from where she sat. The two buttons of her choli was undone. Her bare back was inviting him. He could feel the urgent need to release.

"Abhi se hi kapde utaar rahi ho.. humare bina.." he said with a smirk. ( Already taking off clothes, without me..)

Shabnam Jaan looked back and replied with a smile, " aapke bina toh ab kuch bhi karne ka dil nahi karta hai Khan."
With saying this she came running to hug him. He immediately stepped back and pushed her away. " How many times i need to remind you to not to touch me." he shrieked and continued, " I am your master, i will decide whether a low life like you are, even deserving enough to touch me. Understood..? "

Stunned with the sudden outburst, she nodded with a yes. Khan Murtasim's mood swings and anger weren't new to Shabnam. She has witnessed it everytime they were together. The man was never happy. She never saw him genuinely smiling. He never used to look at her once while fucking her. Infact he always took her from the back. Never for once did he sleep with her on the bed or hugged her. Never kissed her for once. For the kind of handsomeness and athletic body he possessed any woman would dream to have one passionate night with him even if he cost her death the next morning.