Disha

The store's aisles were empty of people as I hurried through its doors. The familiar smells of spices and smell of bleach welcomed me in as I looked at the front counter for Ria's mother.

And there I found my poorly hidden Disha Patel next to the register, tucked behind the racks of impulse purchase snacks and energy shots. Her colorful wear drew my eyes to her skin, slightly darker than Ria's and with her thick black hair proudly wearing their white streaks of experience. She was her own type of big and beautiful. Those light brown eyes were all too busy feasting on a paperback book in hand to notice me, however.

I approached the counter with the dish in hand and with thousands of words in my mouth, unsure which to open with. My eyes glanced at the book right as she came to attention, something about an "Easily Defeated Hero" as she hid her secretive diversions and revealed a naughty smile.

"Oh My! Michael, you scared me haha!" Disha laughed with her big friendly heart, accenting my name was just like her daughter would have. But that smile grew heavy as she shook her head, ".. oh but we were so very worried for our little baby last night, she never came home! I'm sorry if Abbas was a bit short with you all."

"Yea, about that Disha - I'm quite sorry myself. I'd never meant to worry you both like that." I started, looking down at the painted wooden countertop.

"Hmm.. yes well, her father, he is very upset you know. Tell me Michael, were there any boys over? Abbas, he is very certain her lips may have tasted of **** or... maybe worse." Her face visibly upset at the very idea.

I felt the urge to tell her the truth, a much cleaner version of the truth at least. Some people say that honesty is the best policy you know. But then again, some people eat Tide Pods so ignore these fuckin morons.

"Not a chance Disha," I replied with confidence. "Those girls were up in their room the whole night."

"Good, very good. Abbas is making sure of this anyways.." she cryptically mentioned as her voice trailed away. Now looking at the food dish, her deep pool brown eyes became emotional while her hands took hold of the family heirloom which hung around her neck.

"Ria just... she grew up so fast Michael. I just wasn't ready to think about her being with boys, but now, or very soon, she will be married away. Where did all the time go?" Her fingers squeezed the necklace as if holding onto her memories, pressing the pendant tight against her breasts as though she was cradling a young Ria.

"Married away?" I asked worried, knowing of the tradition but surprised all the same.

"Yes, it's true." Disha said, eyes closed as if defeated. "Abbas, he has made his mind and will arrange the marriage for next month. We had many offers for over the past year, but felt she should be older before he gave her hand away. But now, you know, if Ria is taking liberties, it's best we act now. Because Ria will only get the best man if she is untouched. Abbas prays she is not pregnant as the deal would be off then, so he is seeing to that with the morning after pill."

My mouth hung open in shock. Is she serious?

"You can't, Disha I mean.." I started my protest before she shut me down.

"Hush now, sweet child." Her eyes widened at the sound of a car pulling up outside. "Quick. Abbas just pulled up, you should head back home now before he sees you." Her warning was stern. My eyes dart to the vehicle outside the front window. I wanted to stay and somehow fight for my love, but she was nowhere to be seen as her dad exited the car.

I turned to Disha, "OK but please, I have to see Ria before she goes, alright?" The smart smirk on Disha's face and lifting eyebrows were doing some quick mental math on me, but she read my sincerity and nodded while leaning in towards me. Those plump cherry lips pressed against the side of my face as we said our farewells, more forceful than normal. It got my cock swelling. I worried at that moment, is the Axe still going strong on my body?

1) No, don't stop until he has his plan to get Ria back

2) Yes, and the timing couldn't have been worse as Abbas entered