Predestined

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Bia

I heard the sound of the shower running as I woke up.

I yawned and reached for my phone to check the time and saw that it was almost time for Fajr. I winced as I felt a light ache between my legs, but I knew this was to be expected after the beautiful, passionate few hours that Shez and I had shared together.

I turned on the lamp and pulled on my discarded underwear, before heading to the wardrobe to get a towel and a fresh change of clothes.

Feeling a little thirsty, I decided to get water from the kitchen while I waited for Shehzad to come out of the bathroom. As I pulled out a mineral water bottle from the fridge, I heard the sound of loud banging on our front door.

I froze, staring in that direction in horror.

"OPEN THE F***ING DOOR, YOU B***H!" An angry voice shouted from the other side of the door. 

The man's words were slurred, as if he was drunk. I clutched the kitchen counter, suddenly feeling my body turn cold with fear. I hugged myself and realised that I was only in my undergarments. Horrified, I turned and rushed back towards my bedroom.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" 

"Shehzad..." I gasped out, closing the bedroom door behind me and leaning against it.

He had come out of the bathroom, and now wore grey shalwar-kameez, ready to go to the mosque for Fajr. A drop of water slipped down from the lock of hair on his forehead, as he stood scrolling on his phone. His biceps bulged, almost restricted by the material of his kameez. 

No time to check him out.

"Someone's banging on the door yelling!" I almost yelled out, panic bubbling up inside me. "I think it's Tanvir Uncle from next door. He sounds drunk." 

He didn't look surprise. Sighing, he shook his head and stepped towards me to open the door. The scent of body wash and shampoo hit me hard, reigniting the flame of desire inside me. 

"Where are you going?" I returned to reality. "Don't!"

"I can handle him, Bee." He reassured me.

"He's drunk! His behaviour is unpredictable!" I pressed my hand over his chest, shaking my head.

"Sobia, don't worry." He gently grabbed my upper arm and moved me aside before pulling open the door and heading out. 

I quickly grabbed my robe and pulled it on, tying it at the midriff, before following him out. I stood at the end of the foyer in the shadows, watching as he opened the front door.

"Tanvir Bhai, go home and sleep." He told the drunk man, wearily. "You're at the wrong flat again."

"He shouldn't be going home in this state!" I cried out, following him. "What if he hurts his wife and kids?" 

"Don't worry. He won't." Shehzad looked over his shoulder at me. "I'll be back in five." He stepped out of the flat, closing the door behind him.

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When my husband returned, I looked at him questioningly. 

"He has been locked into a separate room with an en-suite. His wife has left water, some fruit and snacks for him in case he gets up and wants something. He'll be staying in there until he has recovered from his hangover." He explained.