His Accidental Bride

Three

A sharp pain pierced through her back jolting her up from a deep slumber. She wiggles her eyes open but couldn't see anything due to the switched off lights.

  Salma tries to move her legs but it was too heavy for her. She jerked her hand to the bedside drawer where the bedside lamp was placed and turned it on.

Another pain from her lower abdomen made her scream loudly. She kept rolling on her queen sized four poster bed praying fervently to her lord.

   'O God!  Not today please',  she begged.

She heard footsteps coming towards her room and her door creaked open almost immediately. She could swear she saw Jamal half-run to her bed after switching on the recess light.

   'Are you okay? ' he enquired.

'Yeee.. No' she half yelled when another pain shot through her abdomen 'period pain' she added.

  Jamal left the room without uttering a single word and returned with a mug of black tea placed at the center of a small coffee tray, a glass of water and a packet of painkillers.

  He mouthfed her with the tea and gave her some painkillers to gobble down.

  She didn't know when he left but he wasn't in the room when she woke up, the room was no longer brightened by the bulb light but the streaking light from the sun. Jamal opened the drapes, she can't be more thankful. The pain has subsided, she needed a bath.

  The room was remarkably scenting of incense, she turned to the corner where her burner is and was surprised to see it burning incense shafts.

A smile made its way to her face.

  She took a hot shower,  rubbed her light sesame formula neutrogena body lotion, perfumed her body with Hammam Royal oud body mist and blow dried her relaxed bra strap length hair.

She threw on her body a black Giorgio Armani Plunging Long-sleeve Silk Cady Floor-length dress. She put on a pearl stud earring and combed her hair to the side of her neck falling down to her full bossom.

  She made her way to where she kept her suitcase. She zipped open the bag and the memories of the city flood to her head. Jamal was a complete gentleman in the city and even now, a day back from their honeymoon he was still carrying over the gentleman act. If only she won't  feel guilty for falling in love with him she would have done exactly what her heart is instructing her to do. Give him a chance.

   Talk about the angel and he walks in, in an Amber top exposing his price of daily workout and a nude three-quarter denim trousers. The hand chain they were gifted in Paris on his wrist, made for you encrusted on the heart shaped charm dangling from the chain.

"are you done checking me out? " he asked bringing her out of her reverie, she gave his face a glance and he had his signature smirk on his face.

   She wish she could fall for this Michelangelo statue before her.

She made a mental note to have a heart to heart talk with her subconscious, she's not going to betray her love, if that is what her subconscious want her to.

  Jamal took her hand and dragged her to the mirror in the room. He was standing dangerously close to her and she mentally scorned at herself for not possessing the power to wiggle out of his hold. It's like her body welcomes the feeling,  the feeling of completeness and protectiveness she has anytime she's close to him.

    He brought his left hand to her waist and her breath hitched, he brought down his mouth to her ear and nibbles on it. She brought up her gaze to the mirror and heard the clicking sound of his phone.

    O Allah! He clicked a picture of them like that.

Before she could make meaning of what he was trying to do his nose was on her hair sniffing it.

   "Uummm..... coconut " he made mention of the scent of shampoo she used earlier while she was drowning in his sandalwood and mint fragrance. Then came another sound from his phone.

She will regret this later if she remains in his grasp so she shifted to the other side of the room beating herself for giving in to him. Temptations, such temptations will crash down the wall she has built around her. She needs to up her game or she losses her resolve.

Such will never happen again, she vowed as she splashed water on her face, in the bathroom she has been in for minutes.

'Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr',  her phone jiggles.
She rushed out to get her phone. It was a whatsapp message from her husband, a picture. She clicked on the two media sent. Lo and behold! It was the picture he snapped them in the closet, and it was breathtaking. The kind that could be clouding instagram feeds, people ogling, and comments reading 'couple goals'.
Manage the pictures when am not around. He sent her a chat.

When did he change his name on her phone, Mahboub, seriously?

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There you go.
Jumu'at Mubarak, don't forget to recite Suratul-Kahf
Bye.